A Life Interrupted. John Samoles
Silva whom I really liked and went out with her for a long time. We would go into the mountains on the weekends and drink, as well as just hanging out with friends and just shoot the shit. We really liked hanging out in the mountains. We really liked each other and started a very good relationship with the both of us falling for each other. I called my Mom and told her about my relationship with this girl. She told me to have a great time and try to move slowly if that was any possibility. I told her I would try; however, I was not sure but would keep her in the loop as always. Moving forward, Silva and I did enjoy the mountain air and to see everything that was surrounding Colorado Springs, such as Norad, the government’s escape plan and so much more that could be seen from these mountaintops.
After I left the Army, I moved out to California with Silva and stayed at her older sister’s home in Glendale, California. I was looking for a while to find a job and then finally landed one with this landscaping company that I did not really like due to the fact that I was working unbelievable hours for minimal pay. Silva immediately got a nice job at a bank downtown, and we were trying to make it work; however, I knew I could do much better back home and had a conversation with Silva, and we decided to go back to New Jersey and stay with my parents until we got on our feet.
I went to see Mayor Gerald Calibrese from Cliffside Park, and he threw out three jobs for me to choose from, which I did pick one—an operator working on a rotating shift. Every three weeks the shift would change. I took it because of the amount of time off that I could have; and Silva again landed a job right away, working for an oriental company, making china, which was a very good job for her, and I believed she liked it as well.
Living in the basement in my parent’s home, we were making the most of it. I was working the weekend shift, and when I got home, I found Silva crying her eyes out due to my piece-of-shit older brother telling her that my parents wanted her to leave, which she did, and my life was devastated. Silva at that time was several months pregnant, and there was no way we could afford to live in New Jersey, so she went back out to California, and I stayed home in my shitty environment, just trying to adjust to my new miserable life, which I would never forgive my scumbag brother, Joe, for involving himself for no fucking reason. Loudmouth, interfering piece of shit!
I started to drink heavy by myself, then I hooked up with Joe Monaco who was a heavy drinker as well. We would go out every night I was off and drink like to drunken bastards. We would take rides everywhere to get drinks; meaning we would go to upstate New York, as well as take rides to Columbus, Ohio, to just get lit up drinking. So, anyway, me, Joe, and two other guys took a ride to the Mardi Gras in New Orleans, Louisiana, just to get completely drunk. We had a good drunken time in New Orleans.
One day me, Joey, and Joe Coulard went up to Englewood Cliffs with a cooler full of beer and were looking over this small stream of water running through the mountain. Coulard threw an empty beer can, and it got stuck against a rock pile in the stream, and Monaco said he would go and set the beer can free, which I told Joey, “Who gives a fuck? Just let the can sit there.”
Joey got up and over the balcony that kept everything separated, then he slipped and started falling down the fucking mountain, then his head hit a big rock sitting in the stream. So I got down to Joey, who had woken up at that time, and brought him up to where we started and then down to my car and off to the hospital ’cause I knew how bad Joey was. When we got to the hospital, I called Joey’s father and let him know what had happened. Him and his wife got to the hospital very quickly, and I let them know what had happened. They were messed up with it, but they said that was what could happen when you drank like that.
Anyway, back at my home in Beachwood—a house my mom bought with her drunken husband, which I would live there for a while, helping Mom out with bills and other shit from time to time. So, anyway, I was on the rotating shift at the state job, working from 2:00 to 10:00 PM. I would come home after getting up there at around 10:00 AM each day—trying to make additional money, doing all kinds of shit, chasing down Jimmy’s guys who owed him for gambling collections, or whatever I needed to do.
When I got home each night around 11:00 PM, I would sit in my recliner and go over to my small fridge to grab a beer that I always keep full of beers. I went to grab one, except the fridge was empty because my scumbag brother, Mike, would drink all my shit and then lock his fucking door like a real pussy, then the piece of shit got his gun license and bought more guns and ammo then a fucking small army just to try to scare me with his bullshit, which I told that motherfucker one day, “I am going to stick one of those fucking guns up in your ass!”
After several months of feeling completely fucked up and speaking with Silva, she decided to put the baby up for adoption to her older sister, Venike, and her husband—I cannot remember which. I signed the documentation when Silva sent it to me. It did take me a while to finally sign off on it; however, Silva made me feel very sure that she would always be on the lookout if anything would go wrong. It really made me feel a little human again.
At some point, in I believe it was 2007, I received a phone call at the office. It was Silva on the line, which I felt very weird about. Anyway, she started to tell me about our daughter, Tiffany. As I was speaking to Silva, out of the corner of my eye I could see my fucking brother, Dan, watching me very weirdly. I had an issue right then and there that him and his whore wife contacted Silva and set this whole ball in motion. There is nothing that makes any sense about this call from Silva, Anyway, I proceeded with the call and made arrangements to fly out to California to meet with my twenty-nine-year-old daughter this coming weekend.
So the weekend was approaching, and I had a conversation with Jill to tell her what I would be doing this weekend. It was a great conversation I had with Jill, talking about Tiffany, so off to California I went. I got to Newark Airport Saturday morning and flew out to Los Angeles and was met at the airport by Tiffany and her then-boyfriend, a young man studying to become a doctor.
Anyway, we go out to a small lunch at a place called My Burger or something like that, then they dropped me off at my hotel, and we set a time for them to pick me up the next morning. When they picked me up, we went to Tiffany’s school so I could see what she had been working on while in college. It was stem cell research, which really impressed me. So then we left, and I took them both out to a very nice restaurant where we had supper, and they dropped me off at my hotel. At my hotel I just had a very weird feeling about Tiffany, so I had quite a few drinks just trying to put this issue in its proper place. The next morning came, and they picked me up and dropped me off at the LA airport, and I headed back home. There was a Hollywood personality sitting next to me in first class. I still cannot remember his name right now.
So now I had Tiffany come out to my New Jersey home on several different occasions. The first time she came out with her then-boyfriend; I cannot remember his name. They were staying with me and Jill. The second time she came out by herself, she was a real problem for me as well as Jill. So Jill and I, with her boyfriend as well, I took them down to Atlantic City, where I gave her a bunch of money to shop with her friend, then we went out to supper, and then we drove home, then I sent Tiffany and her friend to the NYC Marriott Hotel and secured show tickets for both of them as well as made dinner reservations. However, I could not feel very comfortable with Tiffany. Two days later, they came home, and I took them both back to Newark Airport and flew them back home to California in first class as usual.
The second time she came out was—as I feel a terrible visit—again right around Christmastime, so Jill and I took her down to Atlantic City again and out to dinner, and again I gave her a lot of cash to go shopping with as well as have a few drinks or whatever else she wanted to do. Then the next day Tiffany and Jill went into New York City to see the Christmas tree as well as the roller ice rink as well as the stores in Times Square to shop and have a good time. However, once they got into the city, Tiffany was on the phone all day with her new boyfriend without even having a decent conversation with Jill basically the whole day! All she did was cry on the phone all day to her new boyfriend, who we found out later was a cop in California. I really thought Tiffany would marry the first guy she brought out to my home. He was studying to become a doctor, and when we were in Atlantic City, he told me he really loved Tiffany. These are mistakes that you must live with once you make them and must live with them the rest of your life!
Anyway, I told