Never trust hustlers.

[Crow]

They say life is one big hustle?

Greeting my fellow refugees from the insanity of life. Gather around the campfire, make yourself comfortable Grab a favorite brew as Old Crow has yarn for ya,”You know some yarns ya story teller wants people to believe them? Well this ain't one of them? First and foremost its better and less incriminating if you do not believe me.
By now your probably thinking by now raggedy Old Crow with a few missing feathers has lost it? Or in desperate need of a one way ride in a rubber taxi? So before ya thinking what size straight jacket I need?: I need to explain the word 'hustler'. The world is full of hustlers amigos!

The Collins dictionary refers to word hustler: If you refer to someone as a hustler, you mean that they try to earn money or gain an advantage from situations they are in by using dishonest or illegal methods.Well amigos the word hustler will be repeated in the context of the above sentence many times in this following yarn. Now sit back and enjoy the yarn.

To be continued

Crow

 

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[Crow]

Ya know some times in life can be wee stranger than fiction? This following yarn due to legal reasons I cannot go in great details. I cannot even admit it is true? Without leaving me and or other people open to possible incrimination.

You know as well as I know there are nice honest people in the world. But they are a rare breed. After along life I have seen it all saints, sinners and everything in between. Maybe I am old and cynical as they say optimism is sign of youth and cynicism is sign of old age. But like many of you you probably been there done that. And probably like me now scowl at the younger generation when they patronize you and spin you crap.Thinking you are just some old dumb fart.

The whole world it seems to have turned into sleazy Lebanese hustlers all scamming one another. Even big business today are the same with no customer service. They look constantly for ways to rip you off as if it has become a national past time.

Even governments are same now, they spin you crap and tell you how wonderful they are as they rip you off. No matter where you go in any part of world, the story is petty much the same.

To be continued.

Crow

 

[Crow]

The driver of all of this? Ii is greed and everyone is hustler living in a pit of vipers. Many of you have or had loved ones that suffered dementia and its horrible way as the disease steals your memories. I know of some one who had it with their mother. The son chose dutifully to look after his late mother while other family did not care less only to what they got when she was dead? Sound familiar? I guess versions of that story could be told over and over.

But it is not where this story is going. Just setting the scene. The son decided his mother should live at home and go out much as possible to a casino with his mother. As the only pleasure she had left was playing the slot machines. They used to go everyday.

In the course of the last few years of his mothers life he got to know other old people doing the same gambling to god I call it. Waiting for god in gods waiting room. One such old frail unassuming old gent and his massively over weight younger wife by 20 odd years. He was in his mid to late 80s and she was in her mid 60's.

They over time got to know each other in fact the old boy had a soft spot for the son's mum with dementia was very frail and sweet. Like if she was everyone's mum. She always said I love you the staff and to everyone. That absolutely loved her.

Well over time the son got hear the old mans story in pieces. He never had dementia he still smoked and drank beer to the day he died. He however suffered post traumatic stress as he had been attacked with tomahawk a few years earlier in a home invasion.

Ironic as where this couple lived was an old humble shanty. He had the same pick up truck for years. Yet he held a great secret that astonishing beyond belief. For he had a secret past amigos? As frail as he now was he had mannerism knowing that he had spent time in jail in his past. That said he was always honest to people he liked. He hated the police.

Of course over months he told the son and mother bits of his life careful not to incriminate himself of his life. Other times he told more and more but only in bit of his past life where he grew up. He had three daughters from three different relationships. He had been divorced two or three times. The 60 year old lady was his fourth wife. You can tell in his earlier life he was a bit of wild character a ladies man. A player, a hustler and sometimes on the wrong side of the law.

In is early 20's he was involved to stealing pearl jewellery from break in and he went to jail. In the early days the quality of policing with identity was pretty ordinary.Nothing like we have to day He was arrested, jailed, finger printed and went through courts system through old paper records in the wrong name.

But every time afterwords he was arrested they would refer to the name they had on records. So every time he was arrested and jailed it was under his alias. Another time his was caught and jailed again safe cracking by accidental photo taken of him. After that he always worked alone. Prison was not a good experience for him so he was obsessively cautious. This was in the days before CTV cameras or sophisticated burglar alarms.

to be continued.....

Crow

 

[Crow]

He had become a skilled safe cracker in his day and working a nine to five job during the day. His home life was terrible with three failed relationships and daughter to each one of them. Yet divorced in his 60s he picked up with a childless secretary that had been fired from a job where she spent most of her life looking after a billionaire media magnate. They met when he was living in the same apartment building.

This billionaire magnate was a fighting with the tax department. With one of his projects he was paid in physical gold and in loop hole at the time could not be taxed only until he sold it. It was his to his joy to hustle the tax depart out of tax.

Well this billionaire hated anyone who drank alcohol, because his father used hustled him while drunk. He discovered his secretary was closet alcoholic as the billionaire was a very demanding and hard person to work with. He hustled his faithful Secretary who had devoted her life to him to resign. In the apartment complex both lived the ex safe cracker and ex secretary bitter that she had been hustled out basically fired from her job,for that was her life.

It was never proven but it was suggested through pillow talk the safe cracker now in his 60's found out about the gold in the safe. He had been out of jail a few years now holding a 9 to 5 job. At an age you should be looking to retire and not doing another safe cracking job. He had or I should say it was alleged he was given all the inside information by the embittered Secretary.

To be continued

Crow

 

[Crow]

It was hilarious at the time when I heard of the crime many years ago. a Media magnate robbed of his gold from his office. Especially to hustle the tax department out of tax,who publicly waved the fact in front of the faces of the tax department and was in turn with poetic justice was robbed of his gold. There was many theories who was involved. Police fell suspicion fell onto one person.

You guessed it this beer drinking old man the most unassuming man you could meet. The criminal underworld was amazed who was this mysterious mastermind who just hustled one of the most powerful men in the country? It did not take long through corrupt police and the honest police to work out who was the perpetrator. But try as they might they had zero evidence.

They followed him for years. tapped his phone. They could not legally print his name. And so he became the fabled Mr X. Even years later he was still driving the same pick up he allegedly used in the crime.
The insurance company hustled the Billionaire media magnate over the insurance, claiming that it was inappropriately stored in a old Chubb safe. There was a legal battle resulting the billionaire getting only 70 percent of then gold value off the insurance company. And the lawyers hustled him in legal fees to get the insurance company to pay the premium.

One dedicated police officer frustrated as the investigation getting nowhere, Confronted Mr X wishing him a happy new year one Christmas. The Mr X said “That all depends on you guys?” A cryptic way of saying Just letting you know I did it. But try as they might police and prosecutors had no evidence. There was no charges. Mr X carried on with life showing no signs of extra wealth. And the case went cold and Mr X became a ghost, a legend, a man that got away with billionaires gold.

Now years later the bits of this 87 old mans life fell into place. The son with his 89 year mother with Dementia was friends with an 87 year Mr X. Who still drove the same pick up from the time of the alleged crime. While the old man never once said he was this this safe cracker or this mysterious Mr X. More pieces of the puzzle fell into place. A TV documentary was made of the story and revealed more information.

The pick up described and shown in reenactment was exactly the same as the old man and his wife still drives around in. his age was the exact same age and he had lived in the exact same apartment building where this secretary once lived.She had died of cancer years earlier. The son looking after his elderly mother was intrigued? But there was one more important detail to know for sure? In the documentary said Mr X had a Tattoo on his penis with the words 'break and enter.'

On one occasion the old man had drunk more beer at the casino than usual and was wobbly on his feat. The son helped the frail old man get to the trough to urinate in men's room. Glancing down he noticed a tattoo on the old mans penis. And commented what was the tattoo on his old feller? in which old man drunk grinned and said proudly 'Break and enter' baby 'break and enter.' It was Then beyond doubt that the son was in company with the fabled safe cracker, the infamous Mr X.

And over time over the next 2 years the story unfolded as the old man forgot what he had told this son. Only revealing tiny bits of the story at a time linked like pearls on a string necklace began to add up. When he was suspected by police? One of the most corrupt cops got wind of him being involved. Made an attempt to extort the location of the gold from Mr X. This corrupt police officer sent his goons around and tortured Mr X beating him with a tomahawk leaving him barely alive. In his torture he revealed were this gold was hidden in his daughters house. This was revealed in book by the former disgraced detective.

To be continued

Crow

 

[Crow]

They went to the wrong daughters house not realizing Mr X had two other daughters from other failed relationships the gold was buried in the concrete floor of an outdoor privy. It was his middle daughter who lived in so much fear of being visited by the underworld she committed suicide taking sleeping tablets drowning herself in the ocean.

The house she was buying was hustled from the family with the bank repossessing the home and sold it off. So Mr X no longer had access to the gold. He was still traumatized and recovering from being beating with in a inch of his life.

And so there the story fell into history. At the casino there was an EX policeman who was retired trying to get close to Mr X. But Mr X would have nothing to do with him had worked out he was a cop and he hated cops. This ex cop tried to hustle for more information. Because the insurance company hustled the former police officer 500 thousand if he could recover the gold?Now belonging to the insurance company. The ex police officer hustled the son for information, who in turn hustled him for free drinks. And so began again a circle of people hustling one another.

Over time the son did get the address of where Mr X middle daughter lived. Looking on goggle earth the property still had a outdoor back yard privy. The son too busy looking after his elderly mother could not do anything about it now knowing where the gold was hidden all these years. He quietly played dumb to all.

The time came Mr X died strange enough 2 weeks later the Sons mother passed away from Covid. After all the stress of the funeral and probate and will with family. And all the hustling of one another and fighting over the will .

The opportunity came out of the blue. The house in question was put up for sale. In which the owners was blissfully unaware under the concrete floor in their outdoor privy was lined with gold bars. Sold the property. The Son made an offer but was hustled by the real estate agent with dummy bidders into making a bigger offer to secure the property. So the scamming hustling continued.

Yet the son had some how come out in front was not without challenges. The property was tenanted by really bad tenants and it took months to get them out of the property in which they trashed the place and hustled the son by not paying rent.

Finally after several years he much bedraggled Son got access to this house that was once owned by the late daughter of late Mr X. Ironically the tenants had done many thousands of dollars of damage to the property. In which the very insurance company who was the very ones who hustled years earlier the billionaire who hustled the tax department, hustled out of the son's insurance claim for damages done by tenants by finding a loop hole not paying the claim.

The Son dug up and found the gold and slowly began selling the gold on the sly avoiding and hustling the tax department by not paying tax on the gold. And thus hustling the insurance company out of what is legally their gold. It was worth of4.5 million back when it was stolen, today its worth about 15million.

In ironic twist of fate the Son now out of principle is suing the insurance company and using the money from the sale of gold he had hustled from the insurance that company that was hustling him out of his insurance claim.

Insane! I rest my case.
I think I will have that straight jacket now!

Cheers Crow.