Mr. Hilton had stock to sell, not me.
11:21 a.m. How fast things change in this Internet age! Sgt. White
gave me the car model of the woman who struck my late dad’s Nissan. He said she
was driving a Jeep Cherokee. Seems to me when I first arrived back in your city
I had a “wall banger” and phone hacker next door who drank all day and drove
around St. Louis County in a red Cherokee like he owned the road. Later, people
in a blue Cherokee were next door and thought it was O.K. to look in my window
and yap on a cell phone. The curtains have remained closed since then and
nobody cares what they were doing next door for many months. Perhaps it is time
to claim a movie deal that has been delayed since I was offered money for a
screenplay in 2010. It was late 1986 when I walked into Paul’s Books in University
City and bought a book by Syd Field. Google his name and learn something. I
leaned I was wrong about the woman who was involved in this accident since I
wrote the text below. Sgt. White said she does live in the area and I have no
intention of contacting her when I discover the name. We’ve all heard of a
professional called a “lawyer.” I sure need one, and not because of anything
but the civil and criminal liability of people who are far too interested in
me. The family joke was: “What did he have for breakfast?” Since age 14 I’ve
skipped that meal in favor of a cup of coffee because I’ve always been a very
busy fellow. Thanks again for providing some information.
_Bill
10-09-2017
Chief
Carson –
I
am pleased to report your mayor has agreed to research these accidents I have
told Mike were absolutely not “accidents.” The first incident, on November 17,
2005 was to trigger what Hollywood calls a “Meet & Greet” on the side of
the road. This has been done to me many times. Typically, since Charles E.
Hughes was an excellent driver, as am I, the wreck was skillfully avoided.
However, if someone simply “rear-ends” your car, what can you do?
I
told Mike that when a guy from UNIVERSAL STUDIOS did that to me in Burbank,
California I got out and said, “Why did you hit my car?” (There was no damage).
My car was later wrecked more seriously, and I think it is clear we have a
definite pattern of wrecking cars driven by a fellow named “Hughes.”
On
September 1, 2006 a woman I believe intentionally “totaled” Charles Edward
Hughes’ Nissan Maxima. I stuffed 6’ 2” Charles into the back of my Nissan 240SX
and investigated the scene shortly after the “accident.” Without question, THIS
WAS AN ATTEMPT TO MURDER CHARLES. The retired music teacher and witness that
day, Elizabeth Ebling, I must assume is now deceased. (She had already been
diagnosed with congestive heart failure at the time).
My
Nissan was also later wrecked. Why? I will be happy to tell “The Media,” or a
federal court jury. Many idiots seem to think I am going to discuss these
matters on bus stops and on motel parking lots. I think your department has
some work to do, and I will not speak to any Saint Louis County police official,
and why would they be involved? Charles Hughes so many times said, “It’s so
simple” and this is. I’ve simply asked Mike for the NAMES of the people who
caused these “accidents,” and my exact words were, “I’m not raising a war party,”
but that said, I am sure the woman who hit the Nissan Maxima is no longer
residing in this area if she ever did.
An
additional point here is that your police surely saw Charles going back and
forth to the Harrah’s Casino (Now d.b.a. Hollywood Casino). Charles did not
drink excessively, and did not abuse his prescription medications, but people
need to realize that gambling is an addiction. Who just murdered 58 people in
Las Vegas? A “Gambling Addict.” By the way, what did Mr. Steve Hilton say to
me? “I sold my stock.” (He was speaking of Harrah’s). Many do not want me back
at his foundation in Agoura Hills trying to enter politics. The line would be:
“Tell your niece I need some money.” He would, and Bill Hughes wears no
disguise to lunch with Paris Hilton or anyone on this Earth.
William
C. Hughes
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