The Fun is yet to start here people....The stuff of nightmares!
It scares me to have to write the full accounts of this sad but, true story.
As I write my heart jumps in my throat for the information is still to be given.
Many a day I have looked at the information.
Sorting, sifting through every little detail.
There is no way I can write the whole thing from start to finish. I have to write what I remember then write some more.
The whole story fits together, there's just so much to recount!

I fear for my life! If I write this I'm dead!
But I'm dead anyway so what diference does it make.
It doesn't stop me from freaking out all the same.
It's the way I've been conditioned time again and again.

The coppas are suppose to help you protect you and they don't, so where do you go when this crap all comes out?
I value my life and my families very much.
I took an oath to protect them no matter the cost.
I feel I have failed and that the corruption ring are getting their way.
I have already one son who's been kidnapped this way.
It's only a matter of time now I know.
Once they have everyone on their payroll and framed me to be a psycho bitch, there's no-where to go.
So to the river my family and I will bestow.
Forever and ever, the time's comming I know.
I was suppose to be dead already in pine rivers down south.
They were supose to murder me in exortion in march 2005.
The police dept. protected them.
Including Conts. Mark Duroux, who was the main guy down south in beaudesert police station. Had his finger in every bit of corruption advailable down there.
I use to watch him every week go to pick up his pay for protection of the drug trade.
He even would do it in the police car and the unmarked car whilst in uniform!
He would use his property at Il-bogan for drug deals to go down.
He was use for initiations as well.