I want to do an accounting, because I have read a lot of these now and almost none of them do it.

Four hundred and eighty-six dollars at the Ridgeview Motor Inn over nine nights, because I believed a letter.

Nine days building a theory about a pickup truck that was bought on a different date.

Two weeks on a shed key.

Forty-nine days of not knowing that the house was mine, when the answer was available in a public office for two dollars, three minutes from my work.

Four thousand two hundred dollars in legal fees, most of which bought me things I should have been able to find out for nothing.