I'll be honest, I married Cheryl on the third day of meeting each other! I came clean to her that I had just been released from Federal prison and I was a contract corporate thief that stole computers focused on the defense industry. Further, I elaborated on the fact that my new bosses Matthew Monforte and his son Sean had three stores located in New Jersey and the United Kingdom. I explained on the second day of being in Massachusetts and Connecticut, I was stealing computers from Raytheon Corporation. As well as Applex, a French software company, that was stealing computers from IBM in New York and sending them to airports at Orly and Charles DeGaul internation
al, for Bull Systems to reverse engineer. The projects were the forerunner of the Boston company that was into parallel processing and artificial intelligence. The owner of this company actually owned an old firetruck and rode it around Boston!

Anyhow, Cheryl knew what she was getting into, but I was six years older than she. I took her to SacksFifth Avenue store in New York City and introduced her to the author Robin Cook, who I knew from playing sports. He was a surgeon by training and educated at Harvard. I was a regular at the crazy nightclub called the Manray with two locations: Paris, France and Cambridge, Massachusetts. I have been to both clubs. Again, I digress! I was introduced to Christine York a personal executive shopper at Sacks who impolitely stated to me if things didn't work out with my wife she would like to get to know me. She extended herself to take me on a helicopter tour of the city at her expense. She informed me she was a mother and things were not working out with her significant other.

My wife was taught how to apply makeup (Geurlain) and BobbyBrown.
The best in perfumes... about $3000.00 worth of makeup in one shopping spree.

We had our honeymoon at President Donald Trumps Taj Majal in Atlantic City.

I was asked to kill a man by the name of Joey...an Asian that was attending the porno convention in that town. The "pop" sensors located all around the city and hotels do not work in certain areas of the parking garages.

I took my wife to see Lillian Staino, the wife of Ralph Staino, who I met

in federal prison and they had a daughter who was married to a person Ralph disliked, but allowed the marriage to continue, because that was what made his daughter happy...her husband.

Lillian coordinated my hookup with STM Robotics in New Jersey that sold thousands of computers I stole and people were killed.

I was given a quasi confirmation and noted as a powerful associate of the Philadelphia crime bosses...the Mafia in November of 1995.
They, the police, should checkout a few graveyards, because people they dislike are sometimes buried in a shallow grave on top of a grave.
What gets me is that I was informed that the Mob now generally cremates bodies, so there is no evidence. Matthew's son killed a man over illegal drugs and I buried him along a highway near Camden, New Jersey using a light blue/grey car left near a fast food restaurant with the keys under the wheel well that contained the body of a man.

All I am aware of is that the FBI in some jurisdictions is not cooperating with other federal authorities to include the US Attorneys.

I am periodically forced drugs such as Ritalin, Ketamine, and other drugs to get me to talk and authorities are attempting to filter out the delusions or "noise" I give to them.

Back to my horrid history with my accomplice wife, Cheryl.
Not one time did Cheryl cook me a dinner. She attempted to use a crock pot with a chicken and vegetables, but instead of using teaspoons of bullion, she used tablespoons of chicken bullion that made the chicken inedible.

Angie Crupie out of Las Vegas and Dr. Lonnie Hammagren(pediatric neurosurgeon and Lt. Governor of Nevada) adopted my family and I with warmth that few find in Las Vegas. Siegfried and Roy the magicians and tiger act were also my acquaintances in Vegas.

I swear to God that Vegas has a problem with poltergeists! My wife admitted to me she was planning to kill me with the aid of two men who worked for me. One of the boys (Rob)had a sexual desire for my wife whohad a crush on the other employee(Greg).They planned to take me out in the desert and shoot and bury me, so they could take over my stores, raise my child, and be with my wife! After she confessed to planning my murder with these two store employees who knew Ginger Rios, her husband Mark Hollinger and Christine Martinez two of the girls worked for me part-time, Everyone wanted me dead! I thought I was a good boss. I recognized that I was a little on the nutty side, but to kill me!

Police, talk to my wife about she and others planning my murder and they were only minutes away from doing it, but called it off when Christine Martinez put a monkey wrench in their plans, because she loved me.

Christine is buried in close to proximity to where I am now. I stole the body from the Medical Examiners Office in the Spring of 1997. Judge Bruce Griffith of Pima (Florence)County who owned the graveyard that Martinez was suppose to be buried in Florence, Arizona, gave to me a name of someone I could compromise for a price who worked in the ME's office that could get me access to her body, etc.

It took me three days to collect all store surveillance, Arizona DOT, morning video TV stations,, and all "choke points" where recorded video would show my car with Martinez being hustled out and reburied.

I would like to mention Andrew Sinsigalli a stock broker who sold derivatives for banks and in 1997 worked for Everen Securities on Lakeside Drive in Sunnyvale, Ca., that was referred to me by Lillian Staino to hide my money and make my investing appear clean. He took money to San Jose Bank to invest with my account violating SEC rules.The money was hit/murder money