Rags suspected that Rusty was hiding something. The tight suit he wore revealed a revolver in his belt. Clowns rarely use weapons preferring laughter to violence so he called his friend who lived on Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes and Rags were childhood chums from kindergarten.

Holmes inquired as to Rusty's whereabouts in the evening. Rags said, "We spend our evenings together." "When does Rusty have time alone?" "Never. We do everything together, even pooping. The only time we are apart is showtime." Sherlock thought for a moment then asked Rags to provide a backstage pass. At six thirty the stagehands were doing their checkout and Sherlock Holmes was there to observe. Men in clown suits arrived with women in trapeze costumes and dogs in tutus. They needed their props, wigs and makeup and they were ready to go on. The circus room for performers was crowded. As the show started the clowns ran out for the opening number. The show had clowns, horses, tightrope walkers but no lions or tigers. Sherlock stood where he could see the show and the green room. When it was over he found Rags standing with Rusty by the trapeze ladder.

Sherlock was ready with an explunation. Rusty excused himself exiting stageright. "Rusty is in trouble; we must follow him!" Destraught the clown ran after him nearly tripping over his shoes. Rags caught him just as shots were fired. Rusty lay on the ground bleeding not moving. Rags ran toward him with tears running down his face. Suddenly the lights went out. The darkness would have hid the shooter's getaway but Sherlock was there with the head electrition, Josh Weitzman. The shooter was the horsetrainer, Samantha. Rags knew Samantha liked guns because he had seen her work as a sharpshooter. He turned to Sherlock questioningly. Sherlock explained, "Samantha is a jewel thief. She uses the circus as a cover. She tried to get Rusty to help her steal your ruby. They were partners in crime when they were in their twenties. Rusty straightened up but Samantha didn't. When she assumed the identity of a trainer Rusty got worried and bought the gun. He didn't want you to know about his past and Samantha threttened to tell if he didn't help. Finally he told her no and you see the results."

Rusty recovered and Samantha spent seven years in jail.

Today I did the rollathon today to make money for my school. Please donate to the Henry Viscardi School.

http://www.hvs.k12.ny.us/support.aspx

Rags felt like Rusty needed an explanation but he tried to keep distance between his past and present. Rusty worried that Rags needed help but he didn_'t know what he should do. It messed with the security they normally shared. Rags decided to open the box.
Inside was another smaller box covered with satin. The satin box had a ruby inside. It was gigantic and perfect! Rusty_'s jaw dropped. He had never seen Rags with a wallet much less a priceless gem.
Rags suspected that Rusty worried that the ruby was stolen. It was actually his savings from his blog earnings. Rags had received a check from google and used the money to buy the ruby. The blog held the story of his past_, a story he didn_'t intend to tell.

Rags had no friends other than Rusty. They did everything together_, eating_, working_, sleeping and pooping. Rusty made Rags feel important since he never left his side.
One morning Rusty got up and Rags was gone. His bed was made dressed himself ate pancakes for breakfast didn't leave a note. Rags had gotten a letter a week earlier but Rusty didn't ask him about it. They sought each others company but left dignified space for private matters.
Quite late in the evening Rags returned with a package. Instinct told Rusty not to ask now_, but he did - "what is it?" Rags replied_,"not telling."
The end

Raymond Rat has informants at the police department_, the fbi_, the cia and starfleet. He uses this network of spies to track new lego customers. When a purchase was made Raymond contacted Izzy his special_, secret agent(and his little brother). Izzy called his team: Oriana_, Olive_, Simone and Ramona. Soon Raymond had everything he needed to create the perfect lego website_, customized for each person. Raymond sucked their accounts dry while filling their homes with Danish heroin. They stole_, begged and emptied their kids college funds in pursuit of the next space police minifigure. Raymond Rat now rules the galaxy through lego with no regard for life_, liberty or knex.
The end.

On the fourth of July Charley had quit stealing. He met three beautiful sisters at the park who seemed oblivious to his disabilities. They made feel normal which gave him hope. Now he wondered what to do with himself.
Charley had enough money to last a lifetime. He wanted to tell his victims that he was sorry. He sent each one a letter of apology and a check. How did he know they wouldn't turn him in? They never did and he was greatful.
Now Charley started over. He went to law school. He became a smiling guy! He married Simone and lived happily ever after with her mom buying his wardrobe.
The end.

Silliness is Rags' speciaty. His act had him running in front of bulls wearing a barrel. Ladies laughed, gents giggled, kids kackled. Rags likes the attention but he wishes for admiration. Privately Rags speaks of leaving he circus. He feels safe there and his skills offer few job chances. One day Rags will go but luring him today is laughter in the ring. The end.

Rusty and Rags are sometimes friends. This on again off again relationship was a source of nightly discussion that entertained their fellow clowns. They needled each other mersilessly. They constantly bickered. Rusty knew Rags buttons like the back of his hand. Rags wasn't willing or able to stop taking the bait. One day Rusty rustled Rags' steers leaving Rags without an act. Rags got manic and snapped. He lept off the high wire without a net. Rusty strapped Rags to a board and rushed his sometimes friend to emergency. Rags spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair being pushed by Rusty. The end.

I'm hoping my blog will lead to a screenplay, so I'm able to be rich like Charley without having to con anyone.

Living in New York is great. I'm so happy I'm here.

I love Viscardi.

Charley lost hope when finishing his day alone. He grew morose, sluggishly numbing himself with scotch and quietly slipping into slumber. Night brought torment and terror, fear of needing help that never arrived. Morning loomed darker dimmer dawning slowly knowing his fears unfounded. Murkiness yielded to doing his daily therapies.

Charley spent the morning trying to make contact within the neural network. Some sporadic success surfaced. Lunch torched his dream, drooled out with mousse he wanted to swallow. Soon the urge to go to the office returned. Then Charley began his process of signing over money from unsuspecting women to his growing portfolio.

His investments would always be there, long after these women lost interest in Charley. He thought of making money a substitute for making friends. The right moment when he opened the mail made him almost believe it. Charley longed for love, for life, for limitless leeching. Someday he would have it all but for now he dreamed of Abby and served himself another.

The end.

I'm working on a story. Please make sure to check in next week.

Random trials with no input necessary from god is evolution.

My brother is my friend but he is incredibly annoying. I love him anyway.

My dad is working around the clock tonight. I hope he finds time to nap.

I can't keep sleeping through life.

My school has really good toilets.

In mom's mind no one was sweet enough until she met my dad.

Stories I have of my hospital stays are quite morose, so I will tell a story of a trip to the Lago Mar, the hotel I love in Florida. One morning we went to the beach. I was dad surfing. Iz was playing in the sand. Mom and Mel were swimming. Leanne started waving at us to get out. We thought Steve Beers was on the phone so we got out right away. It turned out really Leanne saw a shark. Mom still teases dad about it.

So I'm in the hospital and night is when these places' best right hours come, when I'm recorded, reordered, restored.

I'm going to NYU next week for video eeg. My sister will go to grandma. My brother will go to Amanda. I wish we were going to the Lago Mar instead.

Maybe I can realize my dream of talking while sitting.

Abe is my name, math is my game.
909.12/3=303.04

My leg noticed my cranium has been leaving messages all week and it got the idea to pick up.

Burghers are important men who aren't nobel or clergy. They gave themselves as hostages to the English to stop the beatings in Calais.

I'm going to need someone really special to marry. She will need to like poop jokes.

I'm really style conscius. Too bad my mom, who dresses me, isnt.

My OT, Mike, is such a goober, but I really love him.

My errors are never held against me. Even when I do stuff on purpose I don't get in trouble. My mom put me in the corner once. I think my sibs loved it. The truth is, I should be in the corner a lot for kicking Iz, my little brother, but no one suspects.

Why can't I talk or walk? I have cerebral palsy and chorea. The CP means I have trouble making my muscles listen to my thoughts. The chorea means my muscles move involuntarily. So basically I'm really screwed.

gentle hand begs fears harsh
left gilt apples behind filled
gang be if done missed

being disabled at birth
might give me diminished self worth
but here at viscardi
pasive kids hearty
circle no longer ink first

by Abey Weitzman
February 23, 2010

My snowman ran away. I miss him very much. He has cold hands and a warm heart. He gets cold feet. I hope he makes it home. He needs my love and my freezer.

By Abey Weitzman
January 16, 2010

Abby flowing beside the creek met charley going by debras house. He really
hoped she viewed his helpless body as a home for his brilliant mind.
Charley wanted desperately for abby to love him. Handeling money left him lonely but rich. Abby called him chuck a name for a biker not a wheelchair bound diaper man.
He saw her racing the wind each morning and he made sure to be daily vehicle traffic on her path. Abby never stopped. She kept catapulting toward him barely missing his kiss. He lifted his lips in hope in vain.

By Abey Weitzman
October 11, 2009

plausible am I said charley
charley was a conartist
hardly able to move charley spoke softly
he dared people to approach making eyecontact and smiling
when they accepted his invitation he asked for their friendship
after a bitmore time he faced them with doubt and posed that question can i trust you
charley tolarated a life of daily indignities which ladys felt sorry for
he let them feel pity but inflicted damage quietly
theyreadily gave charley account numbers and passwords because he keenly had offerred to help pay their bills
how could they refuse
over time safely charley hid money
locked in byhisdisruptive flimsiness he was never suspected
eventually choosing boyfriendsthey leftcharley justasheplanned

By Abey Weitzman
September 2009

I have epilepsy. My seizures, a somewhat controling factor in my life, can't be stopped.

Some people think that I'm retarded because I drool. It's ironic, because I drool the most when I'm thinking.

My life is horrible. I can't talk or walk. My life is awesome. I have him, my dad, who built Tell Us Abey, and her, my mom, who sits behind me for support, and them, my sibs, who treat me like I'm normal.

My New Blog!

Welcome my fans and my future fans to Abe School! I have a lot to share and I hope to enlighten many.