The Dead Boxer

A man has died. A man has died near my building. That hurts my plan to post eviction notices. It would just be too mean now. It would make me look totally heartless. Why did that silly boxer die? How annoying. I wonder why he died? It better not affect me. I stopped by the crime scene to check. Just to make sure it wasn't a tenant or some one I know. It wasn't. Watching the ambulance personnel work, Corbie Macintyre sat on a bench watching, muttering to himself and staring at the boxer. He did this for a while. What a freak. I should look up his tenant file. I don't believe he has been troublesome before. Still, this town has some weird people in it. I mean, he could suddenly become very inconsistent in paying his rent. Just like that Andre man. He hasn't paid his rent in two months. Soon, I will have my wife put a notice up on his door demanding the money or I shall send the police. The police might as well as be on my payroll. I do pay their salaries and more. Perhaps just the notice will do. The guilt of not paying will hurt him, he gets mad at his children for stealing bread out of their own pantry for goodness sake.

CLEAN UP PLAN.

This city is going to hell. Today, I drove by the city fountain, a dirty, dirty man was bathing in it. He was bathing in the filthy fountain... The fact still gives me a migraine to think about. I instantly, shouted for my driver to stop, yelled for my guard and driver to take him out of the fountain. They removed him while I made calls to have the fountain sanitized. The Professional cleaning company came immediately to do it when they realized who was on the phone. They were inadequate and had to do the fountain twice. After I made them wash my car. It's new. A brand new E class 550 coupe. Very nice. After the fountain and cleaning debacle were over. I went to my office at Watershed Heights. There I found I have to post notices to two tenants, they have been inconsistent with their rents. One was five minutes late. I am planning to let them know next week after I collect their rent for the next 3 months. They will have to leave immediately and legally they can't protest this I have a very good contract lawyer. 500 an hour and went to Harvard and Yale and Princeton. Also I refuse to fix the fountain, its better clean. If I put water in it homeless people would start bathing in it again.

I, Mr. John Gappon have entered the blogosphere.

It is a dark stormy night, the perfect time to begin an account of my life as it happens financially and personally. So now I will dictate to my wife, my first blog.
Money. It's everything to everyone. And I am the king of Money. Why? because I have money, and that's all that matters. How I got so much money should be obvious. Look around, that fountain in the road? Mine. The apartment building? Mine. See my money is made from this town. The citizens are my wealth, to get it I used you, and you and, even you, over there in the church. Yea, I still remember that plastic surgery you wanted to impress your husband 5 years ago. I paid for it, with a 15 percent annual return. 6000 dollars plus profit for me. Thanks. Oh, Don't be embarrassed! You're husband owes money too! Its all good! plus, to be embarrassed will cost you 5 dollars.
I practically own this town. My name is Mr. John Gappon. Its an admirable name, with a rich history behind it. My family has lived here in this...place for years. Though we haven't always had the status we hold today. As I dictate this message to my wife to type , I admire my own strength, prowess (what a word), for being so open and giving to the community around. Even though they do not deserve such a philanthropist as I. Without my generous lending skills these streets would not exist. Type faster, dear! Time is money, you know. This blogging is tiresome. Still, a record must be kept, and my wealth of knowledge must be shared! For the world needs to here more of Mr. John Gappon! So they shall, through the BLOGOSPHERE.