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“The Last Resort” Scene 3-27-15

Dateline: Reno, Washoe County, Nevada &

Lockwood, Storey County, Nevada

Friday before Good Friday 2015

 

Harvey and Buck fail to retrieve lost luggage dumped by VofA black guard last Friday night at 9 a.m. and driven off by white Waste Management Inc. trashman at 4:30 a.m. PDT last Saturday March 22, 2015,

After a l0ng RTC bus ride and hike to the Lockwood Landfill operated by WMI, the tired intrepid ____ find themselves at the Lockwood Market with nothing but postage stamps to purchase cigs, sodas, and lunch.

(to be continued)

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Third Theft Report Filed by Publisher with the City of Reno Nevada Police Department

1, 2, and 3 thefts have had the same victim’s name – Publisher D.A. Dailey – in the “Biggest Little City in the World” during this calendar year of 2015.

Dumb Sign

Dumb Sign

Two of three have occurred during this current “Year of the Sheep.”

Baaaaaaaaaaaa!

This may be the only city in the USA where the poor steal from the poor and homeless folks rip-off other homeless people.

Gung hay fat choy, to you “asshole” robbers.

Oh, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy!!!

0845 a.m. PST the Friday after Sunday’s robbery:

Reno police called. They found Anni’s and my very large and extremely back-hazardous red suitcase. The patrolman said over the phone that it was empty, but they will return it to St. Thomas Aquinas church bookstore (310 West Second Street, Diocese of Reno’s Cathedral at Arlington Avenue and 2nd).

As it turns out, the red canvas case was not empty. Of course ‘da suitcases was badly bruised, had one new size of a golf ball hole on the bottom, a missing ergonomically-designed rubber-hose handle designed and installed by EMILY.

Note: (Talented and timely Emily is a local five-star REMSA ambulance driver-EMT-Paratransit Specialist, who incidentally rescued me with her old medical emergency response partner BILLY from a McDonald’s lot way out on Keystone back in January 2015; back one morning when I was feeling intense gastro-intestinal cramping, back spasms, hand/finger/palm charlie-horses, and had a pain score like I was having my second baby “an 8 on the scale from 1 to 10” 32 years after my first and only San Franciscan-born daughter)

Yes inside the red thang was four prescription pain pills [that amounts to a full 32 hours of consecutive pain relief], collector ’15 calendars, business notes, reservation records, key addresses and phone numbers, and some dirty linen.

Which Way To Go?

Which Way To Go?

Once again, thank you Reno Police Department!

Thank you Cal-Neva coffee shop parking garage!

Thanks to you Siena Casino, Spa and Hotel for keeping me separated from my suitcase long enough that it could be stolen within an hour on a Saturday night while I was taking a crap near the William Hill Sports Book.

to be continued —

The continuing saga of the musical-comedy-suspense movie “The Last Resort” by Anni & D. A. F. N. “Buck” Dailey – copyright MMXV – D. A. D. Publishing & Associates of The Rockies and Midwest*