Ms. Faranda has threatened to sue me. For what, in terms of an award, I'm not sure, considering that I have nearly nothing. In terms of the basis for the suit, I would imagine it's defamation. Well, I've studied that a bit, and I've learned that in such a suit, the burden of proof is, in fact, on the plaintiff. Therefore, Ms. Faranda will, in effect, have to prove her presumed claim that I am lying. In my immature, unintelligent, rube-ish naivete, I would guess that all I would need to do is lend a little credibility to my story, which I'm guessing can be obtained from some old Cleveland medical records from when Christine was a kid. Either way, unless someone steps in to make me happy, my entire story, including all the connections, the blacklisting, my emergency room experience, and most importantly the explicit death-threat I received on this blog and have proof of, will be told to my attorney, detail by detail.
Here we go, baby.
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