Subject: The Gary Stollman Story. Part 4 of 4. Oct. 10, 2008.
Here he gets into the studio and has them read his statement.
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I spent about three weeks in UCLA, observing what was going
on with great intent. I determined that I could handle a couple of
weeks in there, if the plans I were making backfired. I noted
everything that went on, and kept a mental log of all the staffing
assignments. I "interviewed" the patients that were there, so as
to see how much of a problem I would have if I returned under less
desirable cir***stances. When I left, I was satisfied that there
was nothing anyone could do to stop me.
I took up another computer class at Santa Monica College
while waiting for my chance to strike. I was going out with a
sweet girl from New Jersey, when Joan McCaughey stumbled into my
life. I met her at the beach one day, and we became very close
friends. It turned out that she had a problem with fake parents
herself, although not of the cloned variety. It also turned out
that she had had intimate contact with UFOs in her past, and I
spent a couple of weeks with her, trying to track down the mystery
of her family. It turned out they owned half of LA county.
It was at this time, around June of 1987, that I bought the
toy g-n. I kept it under the passenger seat in my car, waiting for
the chance I would get to use it. I was keeping close track of my
fake dad's schedule at the studio, and was going to go in with him
and hold the gun on him, and force HIM to read the statement over
the air, when everything fell apart. He lost his job there, and I
didn't know exactly what I was going to do. So I decided to take
Joan back to Florida with me, and make my play from there, leaving
my fake dad to think that I was out of the way.
Joan and I spent an enjoyable "vacation" in Florida. We went
all over the state and had a great time doing it. It was all part
of my plan to make my fake dad forget all about me. I didn't know
what he had told the people at K-BC about me, and it turned out
that I had made the right decisions. I believe now that had I
walked in with him, I never would have gotten "on the air", so to
speak.
After we got done traveling around, I started planning for
the trip back to LA. It turned out that I took out just enough
money from the bank to get there with about a gallon of gas to
spare. My mom called us in Tallahassee, and Joan accidently told
her we were coming back. She couldn't understand WHY I was coming
back, and she was understandably worried. I just let Joan talk to
her, as she wouldn't be able to interpret MY hostilities through
Joan.
The trip back was like a non-stop adventure. Although we
stopped at Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico for some sightseeing, the
majority of the trip consisted of my driving at top speed toward an
uncertain future. I knew I could get into the studios, but what
then? Would I be shot dead by the police, and would my message go
out LIVE so nobody could edit it? I did not know the answers to
those questions as we drove on through the night.
When we got to LA, I dropped Joan off, then went over to my
parents apartment. My fake dad answered the door, and he was
p-ssed! Why had I come back, he wanted to know. I wouldn't say.
I just took my suitcases into the spare bedroom, and went to bed.
I could hear him arguing with my REAL mom outside for a good while.
It turned out that my fake dad wasn't going to let me stay there
past one night, so the next day I took the spare mattress over to
Joans apartment and stayed the rest of the time there.
The next two weeks were spent planning out exactly how I
would compromise the studio. I made contact with the TV newswoman
who would get me onto the set. I made sure I did this from a pay
phone, as I knew my parents' phones were all completely tapped. I
started writing up what I would hand the person on the air to read,
although I didn't get to fini****ng it until one hour before I was
to be at the studio because of procrastination. That has always
been one of my shortcomings.
The day before I was to enter the studio, I tried the toy gun
out on a friend of mine to see if it would get the desired results.
The test was a complete success, as my friend was scared to d-ath
at first sight of the gu-. I had the stuff ready, and I was in a
good frame of mind to go ahead and do it. At 3:30 pm on Wednesday,
August 19, 1987 I entered the studio. In a little over one hour
later, it was all over. I had MADE the national news. I had spent
my wad, and I bear the results of that deed to this day.
In the four years since that event, I have kept a silent
vigil. I have endured many sorrows, and been chastised for my
doings by many around me. But I still keep my head high, and think
of what plight this world would be in now had I NOT done what I did
that day. It rocked the world, but MORE im****tantly, it rocked the
aliens and their plan for global domination!
I have lived a lonely life since that day. But I have great
hope for the future now. If you want to learn more about this, and
the complete story of how all this has taken place, and how YOU can
help in the fight to save our planet from these monsters who have
us outgunned, read on. Read on, FELLOW HUMAN!
Part 4 of 4.
(JW That's all I have of Gary's story at the present time.)
John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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