The Chronicles of Ricky: 2001

2001

It was around this time that I went to Springfield Technical Community College and took a review for college writing and a self paced math course.

Saved some of my work from English and math. Here’s the English, this will give people an idea and how my ability to write has evolved.

Unexplained AOL Instant Message

I received an AOL instant message from an account that "appeared" to look like my ex's, So I recorded this event with a shoulder mounted VHS recorder, I sent a copy of to my lawyer Brian Blackburn, I reported it to the District Attorney's office, I sent to copy to DSS and that worker Martha Stewart , I also reported it to the Agawam Police Department. I still have the original tape.

This seems to be the states motto," ignore serious issues and hope people forget".

Sooner or later these things come back to haunt you.

Sunday April 8, 2001

https://youtu.be/XUGMmRaN3zg

I was so disgusted with this situation, I felt like authorities never took it seriously, I felt like everyone was just trying to sweep this under the rug, no one ever wanted to talk about it or have a serious discussion about how we were going to deal with it. I felt completely alone dealing with this.

I was never sure if Shannon actually wrote this or if the police created a fake account because a capital I (i) and a small l (L) both look the same when you're typing with a AOL style keyboard font, there wasn't a way to differentiate and I was hoping that federal investigators would get involved and tell me what was going on.

It's possible police created the fake account and were hoping that I would violate the restraining order that was in place at the time, I have a big mouth , maybe they were hoping I'd read this and threaten her?

I made a big stink about this, I wasn't pretending that I was happy about that situation at all or pretending that it wasn't a big deal, I wanted looked into and no one wanted to address it.

Looking back, those officers were super unprofessional and weren't doing real police work, they were just trying to investigate anything and clearly didn't care bout what may or may not have happened, they just wanted to close a case

Technical Support

I made a copy of the interactions I had when I contacted AOL messenger support, technical inquiry, I wanted to know if there was any way that we could trace who had sent me an AOL instant message. At the time, I thought it would have been easy to trace someone's phone location, all of our online interactions were through a dialup service back then, and I thought there should have been location tags for all of the texts or messages that we send.

Unfortunately there was no way to file any complaints against any accounts, or to hold anyone accountable for any of their actions online at that time.

I remember feeling super disappointed, I thought that technology had gotten to the point where we would be able to trace something like this, or would be able to track it back to a general location and go from there.

Fern Lake

This summer, I remember going to Fern Lake, but I don’t remember how many people were there. There used to be a video I was joking around filming my brother and I had a fish in my hand, and I brought it towards his face make it like kissing noises, Then the fish violently shook out of my hand and kissed them on the lips, He turned away and was so pissed off, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha It was just a fish and it was hilarious but man he was pissed. He acted like I did it on purpose and you could tell from the video that I didn’t. All my life I’ve wanted to document all of these events, I don’t know where this comes from, Some part of me, the explorer, the adventurer, the wisdom seeker.

Mobile Home Rebuild

It all started the end of the summer, beginning of fall, Jamie and I were watching a movie in the living room and my mother came home after a trip up at Fern Lake. My mother just burst into the house with a terrible attitude, lol acting like a fracking bitch for no reason. She was going through menopause at the time, but we didn’t know it. so it just made her already terrible attitude even worse. lol I already have anxiety, so my mother being a bitch all, the time just makes it worse.

After my mothers outburst, Jamie and I decided to move out, I didn't want to be around that negativity and felt it was totally uncalled for, yet had to deal with for for decades.

So I got the bright idea to buy a mobile home up the street, I thought it would be cheaper than rent and would allow us more independence.

I’m pretty sure I talked to Jamie into this and it wasn’t really her idea at all.

I found one, rushed to buy it, hoping to get away from my mother as fast as I could. I ended up paid way fucking to much for it, lol Granted I was sick at the time, but Jesus Christ that place was a fucking toilet, and I had the idea I could fix anything, so I did, lol I had to gut the entire thing and I replaced everything except the frame and metal sheathing. I added 1/4 plywood under the 1/2 inch drywall, replaced all the windows, and even dug a trench and replaced the electrical line to the fuse box at the pole.

It should’ve been easy for me, but it felt like an absolute fracking nightmare.

At some point we were given this chair from Jamie's mother Brenda and Ed Tyburski. I think it had a red and green slip-cover on it at the time. I still have it, it was in the basement on Hope St when I first started writing this page in 2025. In 2026 I moved it upstairs into my bedroom. It's made being able to focus on writing a lot easier. it's funny how the past and future collide.