Just wanted to add that while driving down East Main yesterday by a car dealership & watch repair place that a POS vehicle pulled out in front of me. Since I had to slow down I looked over at the Little Shanny Garage with smoke bellowing out of it and I see all the Trinny's cars parked there. Do they own that place and is that wood smoke coming out of there?? Just wondering so I can hold my breath next time I drive by and hope they are not cooking something bad????
Wedged between Fairway Ford and Smiths Clock repair shop ..... Look between and behind them.
Look for spray paint on the walls! LOL!
Soo....it's a skinny mini Trinny Binny?
LMAO! Skinny Mini Trinny Binny and one of those Trinny's looks like he could be a real Zombie too! and I think the spray paint might be a "code" and really says "Stop Here and Get all FIXED UP! But seriously, they are probably working a deal right now for the OECD or somebody to buy that POS garage at a ga-zillion dollar price just to keep them out of there. Hey that's it! If they buy it then they know someone like this who will pay the big bucks for it just like that POS property on Pine Street. Hmmm... not a bad plan.
That is why I asked if they owned it because I have no idea who does! I do know what cars the Trinny's drive from the Vette that looks as old and broken down as the old scary looking geezer who drives it. Then there is a POS Monte Carlo, Mustang and of course the Hummer. I recognized the cars and maybe they needed some FIX'en UP!! (No pun intended!) But if someone else owns that garage they may not have an option on who the customers are as long as the money is green.
Hello, my name is Brandon Camejo. Murphy does not own the garage anymore, my uncle Rennie Gobin owns the garage and it is called In & Out Tire. And the smoke coming from the top of the building is from a wood furnace. Not whatever a previous post was implying. Yes we do own a lot of vehicles, it seems I'm oblivious to some sort of social law, that we are not allowed to own so many. Me, and my family do not sell drugs, and its becoming a big influence on my life, that so many people believe that we do. A lot of people might not notice it, but because of these false acuasations, my life has become a living hell. Teachers in the school do not treat me the same as they would to any other student. Its even worse with my older brother Ricky, where a teacher wouldn't allow him to leave the classroom to use the bathroom. The teacher even said to him "You're drug deal can wait till after my class." Even beyond the academic strain that these rumors have caused my family and myself, its harder to gain any friends. Everyday kids ask me if we do sell drugs, and mock me when I try and stand up for myself and my family. My question to everyone is, what have we ever done to anyone to deserve any of this? I can barely show my face around town half of the time without receiving dirty looks, people making remarks to me like "White Power" or "Border Hopper." . Its so bad, I can't even get close to anyone without their parents finding out who my family is, believing in these rumors, and forbidding their daughters from seeing, or even talking to me anymore. I cannot lead a normal life, sometimes I'd sit up at night wondering what things would have been like if me and my family were white. And if our skin complexion matched everyone's around us here in Bradford. Now my mother Meera Koropecki has been having nervous breakdowns, because the stress she undergos every day wondering if we can even get an education in the local high school, without teachers, or administrators going out of their way to punish us because of who we are. Although, not all the teachers are bad. I've found refuge, and an open ear to talk to about these problems with one of the staff at the high school. Yet in the back of my head, I know it is still not enough to help me forget. The hate that has been shown towards me and my family. After reading not even half of the posts on this forum, my grandmother has already left to Trinidad. She told us she couldn't stand the hate anymore. Now I'm left without my grandmother, and my mother falling deeper into depression. I just wish all of this could end, and we can all just live here in Bradford, and be treated like human beings..
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