Note

I found this in the box. It's Greg's handwriting.

I'm contacting a friend of mine at Interpol. I'll see what I can dig up.


Anybody speak Russian?




BFriendly

The Box

Got back to my place this afternoon. I spent the weekend with Carol and I was not really in the mood to be alone again. She left this morning for a shoot in Vancouver. She’s taken the firing pretty well.


I’m still sulking. Still having trouble sleeping. I used to have a 5AM call for my show and I was in bed by 9pm like a third grader on a school night. Now I'm a certified insomniac.



Life is funny. When you are employed you are running around thinking of all the great and wonderful things you could be doing if you weren’t working.


When you have the free time all you think about is getting back to work again.


I should be deciding what my next step is going to be instead I’m sifting through the bits and pieces of information Greg left behind.

I was beginning to think I was getting a bit obsessive about the whole thing. Losing your job and having a friend die can play tricks on your mind. I had myself pretty convinced of that until I received a reply to the email I sent Greg's sister.


Three weeks ago Greg stayed with her for a few days. He left a sealed box with her and said if something should happen to him. That she was specifically to give the box to me. Imagine her surprise when we met at the funeral.


She Fed Exed the box to me.


The box is now sitting on my kitchen table.



Not sure if I’m mentally ready to open it.


Greg.


What did you get yourself into?




B.Friendly








http://info88truth.carbonmade.com

I found this image on the last page of the PDF Greg sent me.


I don't know who she is but I intend to find out.




I'm meeting up with my best bud Carol.

Carol used to do my hair and make up for my show. My so called style consultant.

She got the boot the same day I did.

She made me look ready to go even when I was hungover from dancing my butt off the night before at Avaland.

The woman is the Michelangelo of makeup.

I'm going to stay with her for the next couple of days.

Honestly I'm more than a little freaked out after what happened with Greg.

It shook me up pretty bad. I'm not supposed to be drinking but after losing my job and Greg's death in the span of a week. I'm not going to beat myself up over a couple drinks.

I sent an email to Greg's sister. Hopefully she will get back to me. At least I will have someone to talk to about it.

The alcohol and lack of sleep is numbing me up a bit.

Thank the Lord for small favors I tell you.

One day I'm big cheese talk show host. Now I'm too old and drinking my blues away. Oh how the mighty have fallen. I'm pushing 30 but in today's entertainment game you get five years tops to do your thing before they want you too move on so they can hire the younger, cheaper version of you.

Or in my case. They are replacing me with a mo-capped C.G. version of me.

I'm going to be the Beowulf/Oprah.

Or at least my "persona" will be.


I used to be the one comforting the guests on my show with Dr. Phil-isms. Now I'm Queen Bee of the Barbara Friendly pity party. Thanks for coming folks!!!

It's raining. Carol is picking me up soon. We are going to Nishimura.

I'm in no shape to drive.

Time to go.


BFriendly

Images. Greg Wilson

Out of the blue, I got a call from one of my old friends.

Gregory Wilson.

Greg and I go back to the days when I was trying get on any local news channel that would have me. It was tough. The internet was eating up all the "eyeballs" so the local channels were pushing the envelope in terms of content.


This was before I became the "persona" Barbara Friendly

Before my show.

Before the money.

Before I got fired.

Greg was an up and coming camera man. He wanted to be on the front lines capturing fire fights and insurgencies.

Instead he was working with me on the "expose" trash segments local newscasts hyped to get ratings.

We would get footage of rats in fancy restaurants and celebs cheating on their boy/girl of the week. Consumer fear crap. It was down and dirty but we both earned our wings doing it.

I got my own show.

Greg went to Iraq and Africa.

He covered Katrina.

I got the money.

He got the respect.

Greg had come back to the states and started working on a story he'd been tipped off about in Iraq. Rumor had it there was a drug that caused mass hallucinations in not only the user but people surrounding the user.

People were seeing things they couldn't explain and Greg was getting their stories on tape.

After the phone call he asked if we could meet at my office.

He asked me to watch a tape of some footage he and his partner Ray had shot the night before.


(See the vid-caps below)


You know when two people see the same thing and get two different reactions.



He saw the unexplainable.


I saw some great C.G. work from some bored kid in Korea or Austin or wherever.



24 hours after he showed me the tape Greg and his partner were dead.

Murdered


I received an email from him a few hours before he was killed. It contained portions of a PDF report taken from the Mayor's lap top and several images from the tape.


I've posted that email in two parts.


I don't know if any of it is real.


You be the judge.



B.Friendly

On the Go

I've been on the go since I was fired. Not young enough anymore I guess.

Here's the URL for the info from my laptop for those of you that want the truth.


http://info88truth.carbonmade.com