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Monday, October 31, 2011

Big Phil, Small Pe...ice of Slime


This latest entry will not be so much about me and my life, but more about a friend of mine (whom I met by bailing her out). I am so mad, that I just have to put this out there.  Even as I sit and write this, I am seeing red… Last Wednesday I went to the Family Court in Victorville, CA to accompany a friend of mine who is currently going through a very nasty divorce. My friend Carla was married to an ex-sailor from the US Navy, and together they have 4 kids. If you saw her soon to be ex-husband Phil; you would not be able to tell that he was in the Navy. Phil has definitely let himself go. He is extremely overweight; he can’t even walk normally without hyperventilating. To make matters worse he has a little girly voice. He is claiming that he is disabled and that he can’t work because of his condition. What condition you may ask? We don’t know...but “big” Phil does NOT work. He’s the kind of person I call “Parasite”.


Back in November 2010, I bailed out my friend Carla from the West Valley Detention Center in Rancho Cucamonga, CA. on Domestic Violence charges. “Big” Phil (ex-sailor from the US Navy) claimed that my friend Carla had hit him with a key chain and he sent her to jail for that. It angers me to see “grown” men acting like little “bitches” just to show their wife’s that they are in control and that it’s either their way or the highway. Mr. “Big” Phil filed a restraining order against Carla and she lost “temporary custody” of her kids. Sound familiar? Well if you are a fan of me and my blog, it should…that’s exactly what happened to ME!


Then in January 2011, I bailed out Carla once again. This time was for a violation or the restraining order. “Big” Phil was constantly texting Carla while he had filed a Temporary Restraining Order against her. I guess he wasn’t so “afraid” of her after all. Once she responded to his constant texts, which consisted of matters related to their kids; “big” Phil called the cops on Carla, showed them the texts exchanged between the two of them and off she went back into custody.


Since then, Carla has been able to stand on her own two feet financially. She’s held several jobs and she’s never given up. She now rents a brand new house in Adelanto, CA and has a really cool job that she can run from the comfort of her own home that involves traveling to Japan and to New York. But she was missing her children dearly; so Carla realized that the best thing to do for her and the kids was to share custody 50/50 with “big” Phil.


Since November 2010, “big” Phil had custody of the kids and Carla had visitation. Last week in the Victorville Family Court, the judge finally granted 50/50 custody for both parents. “Big” Phil was fuming; he wanted Carla to pay him alimony (since Carla has a job and “big” Phil is just a “parasite”). Seriously, it seems my friend Carla was married to a “douchebag”. “Big” Phil was asking the court for Carla to pay him child support, but the judge denied his request. By the way, “big” Phil lives together with his parents, at his parents’ house.  I wonder if he plays online games from his mommy’s garage too?


Because “big” Phil is “Butt-Hurt” right now and can’t accept the fact that everything he’s tried to do against his wife backfired. He sent his father and a tow truck to Carla’s house, on the same afternoon after the judge ruled on her favor to repo her car.  The car is “community property”.  It was acquired during their marriage, so she is entitled to one car and he can have the other one. The cops had to be called to the scene, because neither the tow truck nor the father-in-law was leaving her house. The following day, “big” Phil called the electrical company to cancelled Carla’s house services and once he was done with that; he called Child Protected Services to tell them that his kids were living in a house without electricity. Carla had to reinstate the electrical services and CPS didn’t open a case against her because they noticed that “big” Phil is doing all of this because he is angry.


“Big” Phil had his father file an ex-parte emergency restraining order against Carla the day after the repossession fiasco. When is this “parasite” going to give up and grow up?!?!  So this past Wednesday, I went to the ex-parte hearing at the Victorville Family Court to witness “these losers” abuse of the judicial system one more time. It’s so embarrassing for this family because the whole court already knows about them; since Victorville has a very small Family Court.


The judge denied the Temporary Restraining Order against my friend Carla. She said that there was not enough evidence to grant an order. Good call Judge, after all, how afraid is Gary of her, since he was at her house a week ago trying to repo her car? Agh! I guess the apple doesn’t fall far away from the tree! Does it?


Once the hearing was adjourned, I couldn’t wait to confront “big” Phil and his loser father outside the Victorville Court. I wanted to talk to “big” Phil as adults, but of course he cowered and walked as fast as he could to the parking lot to get into his car…leaving his Dad behind walking alone. I walked up next to “big” Phil and yelled at him!  I told him that he was a parasite and a loser bastard! I’m so tired of people lying in court!


Once “big” Phil got inside his car, I walked back to the court building where I saw Gary walking toward me to meet up with his son.  Gary was pushing a walker and had an oxygen tank wrapped up on his body. Once he saw me coming towards him, I’ve never seen someone with a walker walk as fast as Gary did that morning. He was looking down at the floor as if that was going to stop me from telling him off too! If his son was at least a “bit” of a man, “big” Phil, should have walked with his father instead of letting him fend for himself.


I met up with my friend Carla at the front of the court and then she proceeded to tell me that the whole walker, oxygen thing was just a show for court hearing. That Gary doesn’t actually use a walker or an oxygen tank. And when Gary went to Carla’s house to try to repo her car, he was just as alive as you and I, no walker, no oxygen tank! See what I’m saying? Why should we be surprised when these crazies snap like the terrible incident in Seal Beach, CA a few weeks ago where 8 innocent people lost their lives to the hands of one of these mad-men!  Just because he wanted to be in total control and couldn’t accept that fact that he had lost in Family Court. What is Mr. “Big” Phil going to do next? We don’t know? But, I’m pretty sure he’s not going to stop there…


Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl



Thursday, October 20, 2011

Would the Real Slim Shady please stand up… or at least bail out?

I have my own rules when it comes to dating. I don’t date anyone that I’ve bailed out period. I think that would be unethical since I would know what this person had “allegedly” done that caused him to be in custody in the first place. But I also think it would just be very weird anyway. Although, there was one time last year were I almost broke my own rule! I was working for a Bail Bond company in Santa Ana, CA. My boss called me and told me to post a bond at Theo Lacy Facility in Orange County. I posted the bond for the client and then I went back to my office.


The following day during my shift, a guy came into our office accompanied by his grandmother. Don’t ask me why, but I have the biggest crush on Eminem and this guy looked just like him! Though this guy had more tattoos and was a little more muscular than Eminem. I thought it was so cute that he was accompanied by his grandmother. They were very affectionate with each other, he pulled the chair out so his grandma could sit down, he got coffee for her and he was very concerned and caring about her wellbeing. My mind was already racing, thinking about how I could give this guy my cell phone number without looking desperate in front of his grandmother. I started to sweat and I was getting nervous just trying to figure out a plan to find the right moment to give him my number.


They both sat right in front of my desk and I thought they were at my office to bail someone out; when the “Eminem look alike dude” tells me that he was “checking in”. Oh snap! However I thought there was still hope, maybe one of the other agents at my office bailed him out, so I could still give him my number. I told him, “Sure, what’s your name?” He told me his name and as he did, I realized that it was the same guy I had posted the bond for at the Theo Lacy Facility the day before! I was screaming from the inside, “NO!!!!”  Oh man! I grabbed his file and I remembered that he had a parole hold and that’s why it took a few days to bail him out because we needed to wait for his parole officer to lift the hold. Oh man! Do I know how to pick them, or what?!?!


I conducted his post custody interview and I found out that his grandmother had bail him out! This guy had been in and out of prison who knows how many times; yet, I was still stubbornly thinking about giving him my number! Finally, we got to the point where I was going to give him a folder with all the copies from his bail bond. I was about to write my cell phone number on a post it note; but, at the last minute I decided not to. He got his paperwork, thanked me for bailing him out and went off with his grandmother. I’m glad I didn’t break my own rule that time. As of today, I haven’t dated anyone that I’ve bailed out and I don’t intend to… unless of course next time it actually IS the “Real" Slim Shady that I bail out!  :-)



Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl


Thursday, October 13, 2011

From "Playmate" to "Inmate"

And just when I think I've seen it all, something or somebody always makes me re-evaluate myself. On October 17, 2010, I got a call from an attorney to visit a potential client at the Van Nuys jail. He told me that the person in custody was his friend of many years and wanted me to see if I could help her out. The attorney gave me her information and said that she’d allegedly shot her husband in the shoulder.  


I arrived at the jail and asked the jailer for the bail information on Victoria Rathgeb (also known as Angela Dorian). I told the jailer that I also wanted to visit her.  The jailer was surprised and told me, “You know what she’s done, right?”  I said, “Yes, I know she ‘allegedly’ shot her husband”. The jailer gave me the bail information and sent me to the visiting room. I waited there until Victoria was brought out to meet with me. I saw a 66 year old woman coming into the visiting room; she had shoulder length and wavy white hair. She looked very petite and fragile.  I’m sure she didn’t weight more than 100 pounds. But…what grabbed my attention immediately was the fact that she is very beautiful! I’ve visited elderly people in custody before, so I wasn’t surprised about her age, but once she began to talk to me and the way she carried herself; I knew then that she definitely didn’t belong in custody.


I introduced myself and we began talking. She told me that her and her husband Bruce got into an altercation; she showed me her bruises and marks on her forearms and also a few cuts on her chest and neck area. She said that they both had been drinking alcohol the night before. Then her husband approached her to hit her again, she grabbed the gun they kept in their room and claimed she didn’t remember anything after that. It wasn’t until the LAPD homicide detective Kevin Becker began to interview her that she realized what she had done. She told me that she had posed for Playboy when she was younger and had done a few movies. I honestly didn’t know who she was; I wasn’t even born when she was a Playboy Playmate in 1968. She actually wanted me to get in contact with Hugh Hefner to see if he could help her to bail out of jail. I finished talking to Victoria and then off I went to make call the list of people she gave me to call.


Victoria Rathgeb was arraigned in court for attempted murder on October 21, 2010 and transferred to the Women’s County Jail (CRDF) in Lynwood, CA.  On November 7, 2010, I went to visit Victoria at the jail and needless to say, that place is so sad. The jail is located off the 105 freeway towards near LAX. I exited the freeway and as soon as I did, I realized that I had entered a very dark and depressing neighborhood. I drove to the parking lot and finally went inside to visit Victoria. The building's lights inside the visiting area were dim and the walls of the place are painted white but with the poor lighting they look grey. The floors were literally just cement. What? No tile flooring?!?! The visiting area was full of families with lots of small kids. I found the elevator and as soon as I entered, I was overcome by a foul smell, gosh! I almost barfed! I couldn't get off fast enough! I think I ran out of the elevator! I finally got to the interview room and waited for Victoria until they brought her out.


I'm a bail agent, but sometimes I become a counselor or an advisor. I listen to the inmates concerns, family issues, previous life experiences, and after all of those roles, I have realized that we are all connected somehow... It's still amazes me every time I go inside an interview room, pick up the phone and hear the other person's perspective. At this point, I’m the only contact that they have with the outer world. On this particular day, I expected to find a depressed 66 year old ex-Playboy Playmate, who after a life of fame, wealth, popularity, beauty, etc., was now in jail for attempted murder on her husband. Yeah, the media talks about that, but there are always two sides of the story! I saw with my own eyes the very first time I met with her, her injuries on her arms, the bruises and cuts she had. Don't get me wrong, her husband almost died, but nobody else other that the two of them, know what really happened in their home on that night. We're shouldn’t try to judge.


Victoria was finally brought in, and when she saw me, she smiled from ear to ear! She looked so healthy, relaxed, mentally well, and joyful. I was like, "What?"... This must be a joke! I was expecting someone depressed! We began talking and even though she hadn't seen me in a while, she remembered me. She told me that since she'd been in jail; her jail mates were very kind to her, that she was getting the right medications, she was attending therapy groups and she was getting clean and sober.  Sometimes, we as people just need time to heal, to get stronger, and to take that opportunity to change our lives or our behavior or both.


She also told me that they were so many wonderful people, complete estrangers, who had put money on her books.  She was visited by several movie producers and book editors because they were interested in her story, in fact she was writing a journal while in custody.  At the same time she remained well aware that she was going to do some serious time for what she'd done. She looked so happy I couldn't believe it. I guess in jail, she'd finally got away from the person and the situations that were making her life spin out of control. She then sang to me in Italian!!! She showed me that at 66, she can stretch her leg as high as her head. That was really cool! I wish I could do that!!! I had such an awesome time conversing with her; she shared life experiences that I have also gone through myself. Once again, this is the part where we are all connected at some point. By the time we finished our conversation, my heart felt so happy, I had shared some laughs and jokes with someone that needed them…I’m still trying to decide whether it was her or me that needed that experience. 


I walked away from the interview room and headed back to the elevator, dreading the thought of getting in it again!!!! Disgusting!!! I got in my car and suddenly I felt a deep sadness, the location of this jail alone would bring anyone down. I'd been inside so many jails; I thought I was immune to this stuff already. But I was so shocked to see how much the life in this jail affected me. Homeless people sleeping under the freeway, the projects, the streets with pot holes, small kids at the waiting lobby, strollers, and babies crying...Gosh I felt like crying too! I realized that I have opportunities to meet with others at different stages in their lives and try to make a difference. I took a moment to thank God for giving me the life I have and for putting these experiences in my path.


I did actually try to get in contact with Hugh Hefner last year; I was literally planning to camp out outside the mansion until he would let me speak to him. But Victoria’s best friend Francis had already contacted someone at Playboy Enterprises. Francis told me that Hugh Hefner was not interested in helping Victoria out. I’m pretty sure that if Victoria Rathgeb had been a 22 year old blonde with double “D’s” breast implants; instead of a 66 year old ex-Playmate, he would have helped her, right?


In the end, Victoria Rathgeb pled No Contest to attempted voluntary manslaughter in Los Angeles County Superior Court on September 7, 2011 almost a year after her initial arrest. On September 29, 2011 Victoria was transferred to the Central California Women’s Facility (CCWF) in Chowchilla, CA. to serve a 9 year sentence.   She never was able to make bail. At best, barring some serious medical development, she will not get out of prison until after her 70th birthday.


I just wish that everyone who is in an abusive relationship would have the courage and pack their bags and leave their abusive partners immediately! I can relate to Victoria’s story, since I was myself in a very abusive relationship for many years. Some ask why we stay in those bad relationships. Well, we are scared of the unknown, plain and simple! We think that with time we can fix the problem. Maybe Victoria got fed up with the verbal and physical abuse her husband was putting her through and took matters into her own hands and maybe that was wrong. But notice that the media doesn’t mentioned anything about what Bruce Rathgeb had done to his wife Victoria? He is just a poor guy who got shot. I saw with my own eyes the bruises on Victoria’s arms and the cuts on her neck and chest area, nowhere in the news was that mentioned. I’m very sad that Victoria didn’t leave her husband Bruce sooner. In my opinion, Victoria deserves to enjoy her retirement years in the comfort of her own home and not at the women’s state prison.

Victoria Rathgeb also known as Angela Dorian. Playboy Playmate in 1968. She is now serving a 9 year sentence at the Central California Women's Facility in Chowchilla, CA.


Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl


Thursday, October 6, 2011

The “Dark Side” you say?


I went to visit a client of mine at the Men’s Central Jail in Downtown Los Angeles, CA. I walked into the visiting area and proceeded to check in with the deputy at the front desk. He asked me, “Is this a professional visit?” I responded, “Yes, I’m a Bail Bondsman”. He looked at me in shock. It looked as if his jaw had drop all the way to the floor after I said I was a Bondsman.  He then asked for my credentials and gave me a form to fill out.


As I was writing my information on the visiting form, the deputy began to ask me questions about the Bail Bond business. He then asked my favorite question of all time, “How did you get into Bail Bonds?” I love when cops asked me this question!!! Most of the time, I come up with all kinds of different stories, just to give them something to smile about.  I know their day working in custody can be boring and monotonous; that’s probably why they watch porn movies during their shift and eat all day long. This time I didn’t feel like messing around with this deputy, so I told him, “I was married to an LASD deputy (that’s how I know about the porn movies at the Men’s Central Jail); he lied and sent me to jail accusing me of DV (domestic violence) consequently, I bailed out, and that’s pretty much how I got into Bail Bonds”.


The deputy was shocked and asked me, “You? You were in County Jail?” I replied, “Yes, I was. I’m a tough chick, man!” Most of the cops can’t get enough of my story of course. They refuse to believe that one of “their own” could stoop that low. He then asked, “Did you do it? Did you beat up your old man?” I answered, “Yes, I slapped him with my ‘boobs’ and then he called 911!” We both laughed! … I know! I’m bad... I smiled and said to him, “Well, it all worked out for me because I’m now a Bail Bondsman; I have authority, I’m in control and I have a career that I love!”  The deputy then told me, “So, you crossed over to the ‘Dark Side’” Oh this deputy was definitely a Star Wars fan. I told him, “The way I see it, I was in the “Dark Side” for many years and didn’t know it; but I’m definitely seeing clearly nowadays”.



Nancy Tiscareno - Super Bond Girl