May 20th, 2012

Glen Micheal Roghdhesky 's Story

Birth Year: 1956




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    Today is May 23rd 2008. I met a woman this morning while I was spending time with another man named Smitty, who lives within similar circumstances as me. She gave us a dollar and told us to split it. So I am 50 cents to the good today.

    It was a little bit later I was sitting alone on the sidewalk a mile or so north of Boulder, CO. It was a bus stop and I had my red bike, which I call my Cadillac, there with me leaning against the sign post. It was a cloudy day and seemed like it would rain on my head. I had spent the night in the U-Haul van across the street in their parking lot. They are not allowed to lock the doors. I am not sure what it was now that I had planned for the day. Hungry I was, and it weighed heavy on my mind. It was not the first time I have felt this way in my life. It surly will not be the last. But it never fails that when I need something it arrives in the most unusual ways. Maybe it is because I'm a people person. So I can get along with just about anyone and as such I am also a good judge of character.

    As I was minding my own business this morning I was lost in my thoughts when this man came along and as he rounded the corner and came towards me I figured I would throw out my usual remark. He was carrying a briefcase and he was dressed in nice slacks, a pressed shirt and a tie. I looked up over my left shoulder and asked him if he had a few bucks to spare.

    His reaction was not anticipated. He said "no", then came and sat down with me on the curb. I told him I was very hungry and would like only a couple of dollars that I might buy two hotdogs and a drink at the gas station across the street.

    He said. "I have no money to give you but, I will help leave a legacy for you."

    I had no Idea what he was talking about at first. So we continued to talk. I told him I was hungry and I just wanted some food. He again said, he did not have any money to give me, but if I would join him he would buy me breakfast. So I agreed.

    He drove us down the street to the Boulder café I used to hang out there before it was a restaurant. I would spend time there with some of the boys. There would be about 6-8 of us guys in there. It was at that time a bar owned by a couple named Bonnie and Pete or Chuck (I don't recall) who are now in Wyoming somewhere. We would buy a pitcher of beer and it would last us all night. There was liquor store next door called Reds. We would get our beer there and bring it into the bar and play pool and such. They never really knew what we were doing. How could 4 or 5 of us get so wasted on one pitcher of beer? But it saved us some money, now that way we all had a good time. I'm talking about 10-12 years ago when I did that.

    Back to breakfast, this man I was with allowed me to have as I wished from the menu. I ordered the eggs, pancakes, pork chops and they came with toast and hash browns and of course the coffee. All he wanted to do was talk with me and here I am. While I was eating I got choked up on a piece of potato and just about threw up on the spot. It got caught going down the wrong way and I had to apologize.

    He said, "Don't be embarrassed on his account."

    We talked on, though not with food in my mouth. As I sat there the guy Smitty showed up. I offered him one of my pancakes. He turned it down even thought he said he had not eaten yet. He was going to use the bathroom and said he was trying to catch a bus. He came back 10 minutes later and was acting really pissed at me because here I was eating a big breakfast and he was pissed because he had given me the change that morning from the woman. I guess he thought I owed him something. Maybe he was thinking it could have been him eating instead of me. The man who invited me told him to not to be that way, it was he that invited me and what happened before he arrived was another time and place he informed this man to move on and don't destroy our breakfast which we had been enjoying in peace.

    Now when I am hungry, like I was, I can't gobble my food down. I still have to taste it, and it is good to be alive. He paid the bill and took me back to the spot we met. I have a piece of pancake and a pork chop that I saved for my dinner. We left good friends.

     

    Now I will talk about my legacy my past.

    I never knew my father and I never had a father. Back in 1955, my father who was named Albert Roghdhesky took my mom to the hospital the day I was born and walked out of our life. Newana Doloris Ganch was my mothers name. I don't know if my mom is alive or dead. We have not spoken in like 12 or 15 years. The last time that I tried to get in contact with her I had to have the Pennsylvania State Police contact the superintendent at the telephone company who gave them the number to contact my mother. Then they called the phone booth I was at.  This all happened because I was standing there with a gun in my hand. I was going to kill myself. I have no known knowledge of her or my father's life today.

    My name is Glen Michael Roghdhesky, I was born on 04/11/1956 in Greensburg, PA. That is located just North East of where Hwy 70 ends at Hwy 76 East of Pittsburg PA. The highways merge there. I have a few brothers and sisters whose names are Lonnie, Johnny, Connie, Billy and Mary. Mary and Billy are my real brother and sister. Connie is the only one in the family that made it good. I mean really good. She worked for the CIA.

    Now my childhood I had was miserable. My stepfather John was sexually abusing the kids, even his own son. Johnny pulled me aside one day to tell me his father was making him do some terrible things. I attacked my step father with a pipe and they put me in Granville Youth home. You tell the truth to a "Person of trust" and the next thing I know the priest sent me away. It makes me really mad. John threw me in the coal shute naked and then he would throw water on me. I am full of rage and anger over this sort of stuff and they wonder why I am mad at life.

    I went to High School the name was Greensburg Salem High.

    I did construction for 25 years of my life. I stopped working that because of health and injuries. I was making good money up to about 8-9 Months ago when I lost my job. I had a nice paying job with a self contained camper on private property up on Terrace Heights out in Colorado. The property belonged to a woman Named Miss Elsie. She got in an auto accident and didn't have the will to live.

    It cost me $25 for lot fee and I was paying Jim her live in boy friend. Jim did not keep good keep track of the money I paid him.  I got reconstructive permits on the trailer the truck and the camper. And after I did all that and I had a couple of Tuff Sheds for my things. Shaun the son of the Jim, who was dyeing, came by and said that the truck and camper belonged to his father. I lived in it for 8 years and Shaun put me out on the street and gave me a hundred dollars for taking care of his father and told me that he was not going to make it through the night. So I was out. It was when Jim was in the Hospice that was the only time when Shaun had come to see him.

    Now this job I was talking about was paying cash money. It was a really good job paying about $2,800 per month. I was working for this lady named Elsie and she got into a car accident and passed away. She treated me 10 times better than my own mother or anyone in my family. She would go to Hawaii and let me house sit. I stayed on her property and did maintenance and property management. Cutting grass and working electrical work though I am not a certified electrician. Pretty much whatever needed doing, I got to do it.

    The poor woman was not in the ground two days when Jim  her son was going through her stuff. She was a pack rat and I told him be very careful going through her things. For example: I found $7,500 in an envelope in her sofa one day. She thought she lost it. No big deal. She always called me Michael. I gave it all to her. At the time I owed her like $75 on her credit card and she called me in and said the debt was abolished. And She gave me two 100 dollar bills.

    She would normally go to Hawaii in mid November about the 12-15th. Well she called me in one year and said would you mind if I leave to go in Mid Oct. You can do whatever you want I responded. She had a lot of wealth. She was very caring and understanding person with me.

    So she said "You can stay in the house."

    This was like a million and half dollar home up in Chitaqqua Park. There was food up the ying yang. I didn't know how to act for the first two days. I never went upstairs and slept in the bed. I stayed on the couch the whole time because I didn't want to mess with anything. She left me $5,000 cash in the cookie jar for things and bought me a pair of Irish settler redwing shoes and $7,500 dollars cash for a Christmas present.

    Now I was not worried about or interested in the money or the shoes and any of those things. I miss the person she was. I Miss Her!

    I think the bad ones stay here forever. The good ones go too soon.

    At this point in my life I would take any job washing dishes or anything. But I had my wallet stolen and because of that I have no id or license. I don't have a birth certificate because it takes four to six weeks to get one of those. I have no Social Security card. Even thought they have me in the Colorado computer they will not allow me to get a new Id without birth certificate and social security card. I am still the same person I was when they put me in the computer. It is just a bunch of crap.

    I could use a good job. I have gone down to the police station to a get a picture taken for my Id and I get arrested for having an empty beer can in my backpack. They call it open container. It was there I pulled it out to take a drink out of a silver container and they nailed me. It's like when it is 2 am and you go behind a dumpster to take a piss and here comes mister law with his flashlight. They tell you lay down in the dirt and I am out another 150 bucks.

     

    They close the shelter when winter is over. They must figure you don't need a shower or to go the bathroom. There is another place. If you don't get there early the women take over and they don't move. They are terrible.

    I might drink now and again and have smoked some pot. But I DON'T do drugs. I hate needles. Yes sir-rie. I got to look away when they go to poke me. I could not have been a junkie if you paid me. I hate needles. Now you get these young nurses that say we got to take a blood test then they go to jab you a 3-4 times before they can get it right. I should have thought to make a deal with her.

    Maybe I should say, "I will get to pinch you on the ass every time you miss me. Then we will both feel the same".

    Or maybe they will get it right the first time.

    About my childhood; I can't remember one good thing about it. I can't remember ever having a birthday or a having a party or a Christmas. I was in and out of youth home or foster homes. I was beaten and put in coal cellars by my so called birth mother for sex. She would dump me in the cellar so she could have sex with John her boy friend. I tried to kill the guy one time and they put me in a youth detention camp and prison for telling the truth. I spent two years in prison. It was Rock View State Penitentiary.

    One good thing I remember about my childhood was my sister Connie. She was my half sister but I call her my sister because she was super great. She respected me and she interacted with me. She got a scholarship to state college.

    I played in the woods as a boy. I did some hunting and fishing as a boy with Uncle Bob in Pennsylvania. He was my best buddy and he was the closest thing I had to a father. He was related to my mom and he was a great man. My uncle is no longer alive now. I was not a hunter by nature. I did not like it. We hunted for rabbit's, squirrels, and deer. I did kill two deer. But I didn't like it. I just didn't like it. I didn't mind eating the steaks or roasts.

    In High School I was very, very bad. How can I say this? If someone said," Do this." I was the guy that didn't do it.

    Now if he said, "don't do this". Well that is what I "done did do". You know what I mean.

    So the man that bought my breakfast asked me, "How did that work for you?"

    I responded, "Not Good, No, Not Good"!

    I bought my first car in the early 70's I was 23-24 when I got it I was just out of Jail. It was a 1963 Buick Wildcat. It was a nice car and I thought I was King Shit" But looking back now, NO! I was just another guy with a big car. I remember 38 cents a gallon for gas. I was telling a guy the other day remember when dinosaurs walked the earth? I was there.

    I got married to a woman named Rachelle Adair Maclimay years ago. I don't remember the date of my wedding. She was the judge's daughter. I got married by the justice of the peace and it was my sister that took me over. She had to take me there like three different times and pretty much carried me. I was so inebriated. Yes that was it. Michael Masketti was the magistrate and Mary Beth told me I had to marry Rachelle. She was Pregnant with my son though I am iffy on that.

    She will not divorce me now because when my grandfather was going to die she thought I was going to get all this money. I am still married today. Last time I heard she was in Pennsylvania. Well my sister Mary Beth got the money. She made dam sure that I didn't get a whole lot of anything. She was like, here is a little for you and a whole lot of money for me. "What a fart in a wind storm". YAH!

    Talk about a money hungry fool. She is my real sister and what a stinker. What a man chaser she is. She would come in at 5 pm with Bill and I was supposed to be at work, but here it was 6:30 and here she was with Bob. What a piece of work she is. She was a character.

    I would say my biggest achievement in life was having my son Michael.  He would be about 27 now and he is back east. We don't talk today and I have no interest in finding him. I recall him like the movie the "The bad seed" from the 1950's. Rachelle's daughter Elizabeth is not my daughter. I was in prison, so I am sure she is not mine.

    I do drink now and again. But I don't do drugs. My biggest problem now is my lack of teeth. They cause some trouble when I eat.

    I have not done any traveling in my life. Just from Pennsylvania to Colorado. I got here on Amtrak. Now on that train ride with my step brother we got totally wasted. We left Pittsburg and we got stuck in Chicago. Now don't get stuck in Chicago with nothing but a pair of Dockers on. It was December 23rd 1993 and I was not wearing any underwear. I was wearing my balls for earrings. It was *%$* COLD!

    Then they had a whiteout from Chicago into Denver. Cold was what it was. I came out of the station and around the corner we get a bottle of Jim Beam. They have cops there on Ponies. I was so cold! It took a day and a Half as we got in on December 26th. Now in that train station, if you're there, you better have a ticket. If you don't want to go to prison, those cops there, they don't fool around. "No sir-rie"

    I took my buddy to Texas once over thanksgiving. He made me take him. We had an 86-87 El Camino that we just fixed and dropped in a brand new motor. The guy says to us take it out and beat it. I got black mailed into going. He told me , "If you don't take me to Texas I will take your job away from you."

    Miss Elsie was in Hawaii. She got wind of it and she said you don't listen to Jim. I am the one that pays you. Anyway he was on the way down there with a trunk full of guns. He wanted me to drive down there so he could kill his wife. He was going to make me the driver. So I went!

    His wife was in Pampa, Texas. That's up northeast of Amarillo. He said he was just going to go down there and blow her head off then we would turn around and come back. He was so drunk. He was as you say, "three sheets to the wind". He had passed out with his head against the window. Now we had this state trooper that followed me for two and a half miles. Empty beer bottles were in the back of the car as it was an open back car, and of course his tumbleweed. The dam fool wanted to bring tumbleweed to Texas. It was as if, they don't have enough of their own? Boy was he a piece of work. He came down to my trailer about 10:30 at night. He was drunk and violent and always had a gun on him, in the back of his pants and a little 22 in his boot. He was the tough guy from Texas! He finally drank himself to death. And I don't miss him!

     

    Now if I can come up with other stories, I will put them down here later.