Keep your friends close, enemies closer

To begin with, it is important for me to be very clear as to my thoughts and the process that brings me to this point in my life.  As a senior citizen, and that is tough for me to admit and as painful as it is to admit, it is true, I am old, and I am feeling it.  In my years, I have traveled the world as a young child and a youthful teenager full of piss and vinegar.  This would repeat for me as an adult, traveling all over the world in the course of my work as an investigator and security provider.  Over the last 30 years, my team and I have protected hundreds of high-profile individuals and been involved with 2 Presidents of the United States and very interesting Russians, who I have grown to love, just get paid in advance.  Handling threats and conducting research are important; you have to know your enemies.  Remember, “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” A very old friend of mine, the former Sheriff of San Francisco, often reminded me of that when asked about his undersheriff.

 

Traveling first class and flying private is a delight that I absolutely love; however, I have to admit, most often, it is on someone else’s dime.  The reason I have to travel is that my opinion is important as to what is going on in the lives of those who hire me.  Are they safe?  Are they secure?  Or do we need to find and make a problem go away?   There is nothing, absolutely nothing, I have not seen or have not been exposed to from the time I fell out of the womb.  Is this “arrogance?” I don’t think so.  When I go through my education, my numerous jobs, and my life experiences, it is really interesting that I survived.  Even when it came to putting people in the ground, I had a God-given gift.

 

Evil 1 and Evil 2

From where I came from in the 50s to my place in the American dream is nothing short of a miracle.  It would have been so much easier for me to have become a criminal; it is frightening.  And if I am being honest, one of the reasons I survived was that while I have shared some things, many more things will be locked in my mind till I check out.  In my early teens, my father remarried after the death of my mother.  The woman he married, and her mother, were pure evil.  My dad was a Captain in the U.S. Merchant Marine until he retired in the 80s.  Often my father was gone four months at a time on voyages around the world; this was his job.  Of course, during these times, I was left with Evil 1 and Evil 2.  As a teenager, I was plotting to kill her and her mother, and as I look back upon those decisions.  I was right; these two took joy in fucking with my mind in all kinds of ways.

 

Now keep in mind that I would become a Sheriff’s Deputy, Police Officer, and a Deputized U.S. Marshal.  Sitting back and thinking of all of this stuff in my past, it was certainly wrong for me to plan what I had planned, but I was right in my thoughts as to what was done to me.  All I wanted to do was to make the pain stop, and as a young teen, my brain was still developing would have been my excuse.

 

Both of these witches would both die of old age, and John J Nazarian was nowhere around when they gasped their last breath.  One I understand did the “I have fallen” and would end her miserable life alone till found.

 

 

 

 

By John Nazarian
©Straight Talk with John J. Nazarian, Private Investigator
May 31, 2022
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