8:45 AM Eastern Time 02/10/10 I thought I was in a laundry mat but a really pretty girl that I could only see from the waist down lured me in with sex and she flicked her finger on her right hand to follow her around the corner.When I got around the corner I found myself in some kind of bar with lots of guys standing around. Once I was there I asked them all what year it was and they said like 1800 something. I said no it cant be, look at the style of clothes you are wearing . One guy was in jeans, another in a winter brown jacket. I think 1980's or 1990's, they were playing with me. I asked them if they could give me something easy to remember like a name and some guy laughed and gave me a crazy name and I said nooo, I need something easier to remember.The first guy i talked to I was only up to his knees and he was like, hmmmm, I thought you would look different. I didnt ask anyone if they had died. One man got my attention.  John Fico wants me to look for concrete blocks by his house in middletown CT by the Portland bridge. His last name only has 4 letters and one vowel in it, maybe an I ( I know it has an I and has 4 letters, thats just what I was supposed to remember ). I asked John if he knew his house number he thought for a moment. John wants me to go to middletown ct and look around the portland bridge for  concrete barriers around his house .A beige or yellowish faded house, maybe 2 stories a 2 family house. Once I got all my information I repeated it really clear then I got pulled out just so I could make it back and record it all down . This guy John had a older black woman with him as a mentor of some sort, she was comforting him. This mentor was clear, I mean it had no color, or race, or anything like that, except to him. It was just a being comforting him. I am thinking this older black girl ? was also my guide/teacher.  Notes from my cell phone that I record on when I come back .The End

My trip. My evidence, thats all