Foreword

Foreword:

I guess this story would start like any other story. A story with a normal person who gets caught up in abnormal situations. But I'm going to level with you. I'm not normal and there is a good chance that I never will be. It's a fact of life. I try and try and try to be normal and 9-5 it but the fact of the matter is; I am who I am and that is the end of it. This anthology of stories regarding the strange tale of Wonda. No one could ever explain or be able to make sense of a person by the likes of her. I had the chance to stare down the last of my inner darkness and face the truth.

I could click my heels too and see what happens to get the same result I am getting from this judicial system.  It was about more than money. It was the moments we would never get back. The excess cash and plans she had made but completely lied about. What are hopes and dreams but a chance to look life in the face and say. "I got this. I can do this “There is always a way.” Nothing is more cruel than giving people hope and then taking it away. In a world where every cent counts and people’s dreams have power, it seems a great state of distaste to use ones ideals against them.

That being said, I'm not sorry. This project will be offensive but it's true. There is a time where a recorder was present and other times I drawing from notes I have written and memories (lots of them). What has happened thus far has been bizarre and unsettling but true. Or as true as truth gets in the case of "Wanda."

Names have been changed to not only protect those involved but in the hopes that "Wanda" will someday be caught and brought to judgment where jail time could be a reality. If I have the chance I will bring her to justice with the trail of people she maimed. There is a chance that someday she will be made example of and banned from society. Until that time, her identity( along with the identities of those involved) are changed. Sorry folks but thems the breaks.