The Schedule - Day 622

The Schedule - Day 622

9/13/2024

Tim, the photographer, has had a hard life as a Jew. The pro-Palestine protesters in 2024 really struck a bad omen upon him. The anti-semitic rhetoric in Scottsdale is atrocious. He seems so depressed lately as all of the brown people show up at the driving range where he works.

He went off one day and I tried to calm him down after a smelly brown person and his friends showed up and had clearly not showered because they smelled like crap. Tim went off on them. It could have been because he had not had any clients in awhile. It could have been because he is a terrible golfer and took the job thinking he would practice and eventually become good.

It is terrible, the way that his people are treated. He is so sad and depressing all of the time. He tells me about his ex-wife and what a burden his children are and how disappointed he is in them. I listen and nod my head and he thanks me for giving him good advice even though I say nothing and just listen to him drone on and lie about how great he is and how much his life sucks.

Life is not easy when you are one of the chosen ones. You have to lie constantly about who you are and what you do and it is pathetic to listen to someone talk about other people in a negative way to make themselves seem like victims, but Tim is a big fan of AI. He likes technology. He tells me all the time about how he likes to stalk people online.

I thought this was very odd. He said, "Yea, basically what I do is to ask people what they do and then say that I have a client who is looking for those services," and of course, because he is a photographer, he knows everybody. He tricks people into giving him their phone number so he can cyberstalk them and then data mine their contact list and exploit it for other purposes.

It sucks to be Tim.

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Tim's friend walked into the shop. Tim calls him 'The Bishop'. Tim lights up like a 15 year old who saw a supermodel's tits for the first time in a magazine in 1982.

"Sup, Bish?!" Tim says.

The tall, lanky, weathered, blank faced individual looks at Tim like he wants to punch him in the face. The Bishop smiles gently and eeks a response of his mouth like a tin man looking for an oil can.

"Hey, Tim." Full bar rest. "How are you doin'?"

"Bish, I have been practicing my grip like you told me. I go to bed with that shaft in my hand," Tim said.

"I'm sure you do," Bish replied.

Tim picked up his phone to show 'The Bish' a picture of his golf swing that he had recorded and the Bish just looked at me and shook his head.

Tim once told me about a time when him and his 'kid's mom' were having breakfast at a restaurant in Scottsdale and one of his kids started screaming and so he took the kid into a bathroom and the kid kept screaming from inside the bathroom and a woman from another table approached the table the rest of his party was sitting at and said, "That sounds like abuse. No kid screams like that unless they are being abused." As everyone could hear the kid screaming bloody murder from inside the bathroom. "I am going to call the police," the concerned citizen said. Tim's baby momma gave the concerned citizen a card for the chief of police and said, "This is my boss, go ahead and call him. I'm a cop."

That was the end of Tim's version of the story, but Bish told me once that he heard the story while he was having dinner with the owner of the driving range at Oliverios in Scottsdale and said that Tim's mom left him in a bathroom in the airport in Chicago, IL when he was just a child and a large older black man came out of the stall while he was using the urinal and asked where his parents were. Tim's parents were not around. Tim has a problem with children.

I feel bad for him because in addition to being a Jew, he speaks like one of those idiot representatives from Israel. He speaks as if he is chewing a large wad of gum while he speaks and his words are obstructed by his abused brain.

Tim asked me for my phone number shortly after I met him because he told me he was a photographer and told me he had a client who had a job for me and Tim and the Bish are probably reading this right now. Tim and 'The Bish' are currently working their own version of Gaza at the poorest excuse for a golf course in Scottsdale.