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I came back in February 2014 off of the tour, to care for my ailing step-mother,
which enabled her to stay in her home. She had a granddaughter who was bipolar, a black belt in karate, and on drugs, constantly taking her grandmothers
meds. She called it swapping out. It talked to my step-brother, Ron Keene, but he
said, no one can deal with her because she is deadly volatile. When her
grandmother, did not give her meds, she stole them. I hid them for a while, until
the fateful day her grandmother decided to give her some more meds. She came
early for them because her underage boyfriend, had not urinated in two days and
was in pain. They did not have insurance to carry him to the ER, so she stopped by
to get meds from her grandmother. She tried twice to get me to hand them to her
and I refused to do it.
She walked out the door and we thought she left. I had my back to the door,
when I heard her voice and turned around. By the time I turned around, she had
blacked my eye, bloodied my nose, and had me on the floor with my arm twisted
over my head. She finally got off of me and started yelling at me to leave because
she has power of attorney. I walked in to pack and she told me I better run. I told
her I am not running, but I am packing. I went to the clinic the next day to have
my hand checked and nothing was broken. I packed, with the neighbor’s help, and
left a message with my step-brother for him to pick up his mother. I moved to MO
to care for my own mother. It wasn’t until a couple of days later that the swelling
in my shoulder set in. I had to have tendons in my shoulder repaired where she
ripped it up. The worst part was, at the time I was under a doctor’s care because I
was in acute renal failure when she jumped me.
She said she was mad because she was tired of me telling her what to do, like
when I told her to carry her boyfriend to the ER. Quite frankly, she tried to get me
to hand her the medication again, and I think she was angry because she couldn’t
set me up. I don’t think she beat me up on her on accord, even though she has
been known to get that mad and have fights; and here is why I say this. Back in
2013, before I went back out on the summer part of the Shattering The Silence
Tour and Documentary Project, I was getting gas at a local gas station, Sonny’s.
When I went in to pay for the gas, I hear this irate man, yelling behind me, “SHUT
UP! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!” I turned around to see who was talking to
someone else, because I know they weren’t talking to me like that. But, yes this
belligerent person was Sheriff’s Deputy Jerry Moore, who was doing all this