The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts.


————————Bandit—————– is what they called him. A man of mystery, action and intelligence. Some people Love him, others hate on him but all respect him or face annihilation and shame…  he knows a man of courage will fall in the hands of the coward. Bandit a man of knowledge pursuing his dream, who would’ve known that he was also criminal, an ex-con that not only knew his subject material but he had mastered the California streets. Bandit, a survivor of city of Federales and the menial games they implant within the society, the ones that veil the peoples futuristic visions with promise of residency, work  etc. In due time this same people sell their soul at the drop of a heart beat; with the quickness and with that scheme, as is the method of operation for many in politics; get the people behind an issue and you can’t go wrong.  Bandit a seeker of the truth which many fear of hearing, had made a number of appearances in his immediate regional area.  Bandit was an adventurous thrill seeking Man of purpose, who loved to have fun and a true fitness fanatic despite these great qualities in character, he also despised the Federales and their ways. He took initiative and pursued a law degree so he could gain that litigation knowledge and defend the generations behind him, the many that don’t survive and fall victim this M.O. the feds have… Men that would turn into boys.

Bandit a risk taker, a maverick lived outside the town of Federal. Their he was a University student gaining that precious knowledge among the children of the people of Federal. He didn’t mind as he trusted no one and place closed attention, made calculated observations and mental notes. In the hostel he lived, one of many he lived in… and for some reason he paid close attention to this new set up he was now living in, very close noticing the pattern… things were not making sense to him from the beginning and stories were not adding up from each party living at the house, but he mentioned nothing but had to covertly investigate by all means necessary…he just made them him his good friends and through his fishing line as he knew fish were biting…rookies.

He shared his intentions and to him it was no surprise that they disregarded this. He made that an advantage in his playbook. Their they lived another family and 2 more people who were fool or odd to his eye. Everything was done according to schedule which coincidently coincided with his active schedule. [Mental note] Another was that one of them was a masseuse, just like one the girls he dated. [mental note]

Grandma always told him that the [walls had ears].. that only God could know what he was thinking, the devil only what came out of his mouth so he guarded his words. Always shedding fiction in his conversations, was his motto as he trusted only his shadow, and sometimes he thought twice about that. So couple weeks past and things started to change the people started acting “out-of-pocket,” Like if they wanted an altercation to occur not only that, to add there was loud yells of the sort where the police would show up immediately this happened two nights in a row, both at night and where one can be vulnerable to the lurking marked car. So he stood still and gathered more intelligence staying vigilant and holding his ground; in other words it was his favorite game. So the second night he was coming home from the cock-fight he frequented when it broke off again but this time with an escalating intent of calling the authorities. Which he was prepared for, he was prepared he knew he owed them nothing. They waited for him around the way clear from view as he collected his stuff and walked out they then approached him with aggression and coordination like if it was planned. Which he had been anticipating from the behavior and attitude of the neighborhood. He was aware of the set up that was in place. The people of Federal had been advised of Bandito, the seeker of truth, the ones that hated believed anything based solely on words. No fact backed by evidence. Of him being the famous Bandido of California… which he wasn’t, but was the story formulated by the fed people… letting the people do the dirty work for them and when they thought it the opportune time they struck but Bandido awaited he had seconds to react tot he strike that would’ve led him to prison if the claims were true. It was no cry for help by the people as the they claimed one should have.. it a an act of aggression to put him away for good. Well they failed. Bandido was ready. Read the blitz and called his audible and held his reserve. 7 Feds showed up with one Federal was with them so you know it was no routine call it was the plan. Of the month…hoping to end the story like “he was in need of  help and “they” were the saviors”  to assure  the danger of having a weapon if Bandit was to have one” the community and the Federales were right in planning this but Bandido was one step ahead and saw what he had seen in his prior encounters and maintained his bearing on the situation. The set up failed and the Federales were hot on his trail now… as they wanted blood, but Bandido went to the wizards and spoke on the issue, where were his Guardians. We are Warriors. Stand down. We will make them pay. Bandido will continue on his path of knowledge nonetheless, planning his revenge. They drew first blood.


The main idea is: get the people to side with you with no facts just brain washing power… a good example would be to get into a relationship and divide them, another one would be to infiltrate a group and cause issues which then causes a division…the best is to get a to be their best friend gaining their trust, and get him to think you are helping the subject in some godly way, then let him play and when the opportune time comes cause an issue of some sort; where authorities are called and wallah we get the criminal by getting the community to believe he is the enemy….when in reality  Bandit merely went to the “edge of the cliff. as planned, till he saw what was most necessary , he then pulled back and extracted from his reconnaissance. This is what it takes to be number 1… the ballad of Gregorio Cortez, raced through his mind as did “Lonestar” The movie, as he wanted to start an analysis, as is why he drew from these 2 excerpts… One a novel and the other a film. He had to put a code on it and he did that well and very precise,… the investigation had now initiated. Evidence was logged and shared with… yes the scholars for safe keeping.




love Don’t live here anymore…


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