If anybody who reads this and has any insight about filing FOIA inquiries I would love your input. It would be fascinating to see how this all looked from the perspective of those intervening.

There were men in suits in all directions and they were asking questions while rummaging through our families belongings (adult’s and kids’ alike). Eventually we grabbed our things, got back in whatever vehicle brought us and never saw our home again.

After things finally got sorted out with what family members would take us, my brothers and I were driven back to the house to collect clothes and a few toys. The place looked like a bomb hit it. There was a large power shovel and the back yard was a chasm so deep I was afraid to get near the edge.

Also one should expect a better job be done vetting the story of a 2nd grader. But none of this was considered.

Now I do not wish to make light of, or present as humorous whatever circumstances were put into action or the heat it brought down. A lawless ilk no doubt, but one should have hoped federal authorities might have found such a crime inconsistent with normal patterns.

In this instance they wound up extracting from him an account relating how I was not coming to school because the bikers had buried me in the back yard.

The teachers, school officials etc had a history of grilling us for info despite our youth and impressionable natures. Richard had a pattern of creatively obliging them.

She figured I wasn't in real school so it would be ok for me to sit out.

I will mention before continuing that this time and place was infused with a great deal of hysteria related to the company our family was associated with.

My siblings and I were enrolled in the same elementary school near our house, Ron in 3rd, Rich in 2nd and me in pre-k. Since my mother wasn't keen on saddling all three kids with a single person she had a second friend who lived further away take me.

A while after being resuscitated at the hospital my mother regained decision making abilities. One of her first acts was to arrange placement for us with people she trusted so we wouldn't have to wait it out any longer in juvenile hall (at least that's where my brothers said we were)

Because of the particular high esteem among) peers and the dishonorable manner of death, quite a bit of turmoil and hurt ensued. The personal tragedy itself magnified by the subsequent caustic atmosphere surely was a main factor in her spiral but I digress.

One day when I was 4 years old my mother OD-d on pills. Her “Ol’ Man”, a marquee member of the San Bernardino Hells Angels, had a short time prior passed away from his own drug overdose. (See comments for more)

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