normal day

Today started normal enough…

I was helping Brittini with her taxes, because not only did H&R Block overcharge her every single year, but they managed to fumble her returns worse than the Chicago Bears in the red zone. So while I’m setting up access to refile everything, I get a little alert from her bank.

Apparently, there’s still an old business account in my name.
One that should’ve been closed.
One I forgot about.
One I happened to share with a former business partner (and listed witness) who’s been acting real funny lately.

Now, you may remember this guy.
He’s one of the people who used my conference line to do business with other people behind my back.
The one who kept “checking on my mental health” through Brittini like he was auditioning for both therapist and informant at once.
And yeah, he’s also the one who offered money to someone else to try to convince me to drop my lawsuit. (Read the SEC filings.)

And what do I find in the account we used to co-own?

Not once.
Not twice.
But over $300,000 in deposits.

From the exact company I’m suing.

Every single one?
Lined up like bowling pins with key court milestones: June. September. October. December.

You think any federal agency’s gonna believe you just “paid a listed witness to do some work” right when court went sideways for you?
Yeah, I couldn’t find one either.

But let’s take it one step dumber, because dumb is forever, and someone is trying to go platinum.

Why would you deposit that money into a bank account I still have access to? Why would they send that money to an account I have access to?
Was the Cayman account full? Was Venmo down?

And sure, I could’ve kept this quiet for a courtroom mic drop.
But I believe in transparency.
You’ve spent enough time spreading lies about me.
I’ll just keep spreading bank receipts about you.

Only one of us has deposit slips.
And mine come with dates, names, and routing numbers.

So for those asking how I keep finding this stuff?

It’s not genius.
It’s not rocket science.
It’s just that dumb… really is forever.

Semper solvit.
And remember here at F'nAround…
All assholes. No excuses.

FnAround.com

P.S. Legal experts…
If a former business partner took money, and deposited it into a co-owned account…
Do I get my percentage? Or is that just another fraud suit?
Asking for a friend.
Because… assholes eat too.
And I’m getting real f***ing hungry.