Teresa, Charitha, LaVerne. I cannot recall any other names. Liz. The computer science guy. Several other people. The one guy, a supervisor I think, who told us one time about how when he was young they would stay awake all during the weekend to party. The one woman at the check sorter in the front of the room. I have been thinking for a while that I don't recall her name. Charitha was on the check sort machine, which was about as long as the length of a typical living room. I dreamed last night of being on the floor of a luxury apartment or condo building and seeing the deck of that room which I have thought about several times today and that I am now thinking is a time travel-memory-knowledge about 2003 and that doesn't really have any bearing about this nostalgia I am feeling about First Union and that started after I finally decided, after finishing about a twelve pack of Corona Extra's and thinking about walking to the grocery store for another twelve, to Google some images of Beyonce.
LaVerne and I went out more than once. Was it the first time we actually went out on a date, other than to my apartment, when the guy deliberately bumped into my left shoulder as we walked through a nightclub. I think so. I have thought about that several times in the past few days. I am confused. I have been thinking that I am thinking of late October 1994 and, I had told her already that I wanted to be her man, and then in late 1994 I got the call late one evening towards the night that I was being specifically sent to Union South Carolina. I have a lot of artificial memories similar to that. None with LaVerne. But several with First Federal. So I wonder why I have been thinking thoughts lately about being out with LaVerne. I think was what happened. I left that night and went up there and I think I recall some of it. I have thought extensively about what I think is late October 1994 and I was assigned to Union South Carolina and I was ordered to say nothing to anybody about what I was doing there other than some other people that were part of the team that was part of a team I was assigned to. I found the car right away. The FBI team, as are all full-time FBI employees, were and are idiots. The FBI in the United States are 100% idiots. The factual part of this report is about how that has not changed.
