My Search for Inez Williamson I just got back from my trip to my old stomping grounds in Olympia, WA, and I’ll just give away the end of the story and tell you that I did not manage to find Inez. I did, however, gain quite a bit of valuable information, caught up with some old friends, and may have strained a friendship or two to the breaking point.
The story that unfolded was a tale worth telling, and I will endeavor to give you the good, the bad, and the ugly of what transpired over the six days I was there. Right now I’m too exhausted to start in on the writing, but I do have a few more days off coming up, so will probably start blogging in full force tomorrow while I have all the facts fresh and percolating.
A few other friends of mine, old and new, are continuing the search. I have every confidence that together we will find her and get Inez off the street if that is what she wants to do. She will have to help herself to some degree, of course, but the resources are there if she is willing and given the opportunity to tap into them.
UPDATE (June 16): Well, a friend of mine who helped me out with my Inez search (by picking me up at the airport, putting me up for three nights, and many other favors) just blasted me via email for being a “rude asshole,” and then not really clarifying how I did that exactly, so maybe writing about last week, at least in journalistic detail, is not such a good idea. It’s not worth losing a friend over, that’s for sure.
Right after I wrote him back to apologize again, coincidentally, another friend of mine (with the same first name) called me up from some S. Pacific island to tell me about his young girlfriend betraying him, telling lies of rape and forced drug injections to the cops, resulting in machine gun carrying thugs searching his boat and arresting him, and having to spend two days in a Gitmo-styled jail cell, complete with stone floor, oceans of mosquitoes at night, and no pillow or blanket.
Ole Man Trouble sure be busy these days… whoo-whee! I just feeling the need to hide away in a cave somewhere. Please, someone … tell me that all this shit is going to be far, far away from me and my fellow Earth inhabitants someday.