People have asked me how I got my moniker, The Peppermint Unicorn. It is quite the story, and it is mostly true. My real name is Fredrika Morrissette Miller. I love unicorns. I have always loved the mystery of the faithful unicorn I read about in mythological stories as a child. I do believe they existed at one time, and maybe even now. The human race does not know everything after all, so it is just as valid to believe in unicorns as it is not to. It is a lot more fun to believe in unicorns!
Why Peppermint. Do I like the taste of peppermint? Yes I do. However, that is not why I became the Peppermint Unicorn. I could have been the chocolate unicorn, you know? My experience chasing down international criminals for the past 20 years or more, led me down the road to Peppermint. After being ignored, attacked, set up and run out of the State of Alabama by criminals protected by law enforcement, I had to flee the state. I packed up my last worldly possessions that would fit in my SUV, important papers and my Mom. We headed west, as far away from Alabama as I could get without falling off California’s Highway 1.
After being ignored, attacked, set up and run out of the State of Alabama by criminals protected by law enforcement, I had to flee the state. I packed up my last worldly possessions that would fit in my SUV, important papers and my Mom.
My journey has a backstory within a backstory though, and it involves Peppermint candies. More specifically, Redbird Peppermint Candies. A strange yet agreeable, nameless man, was also chasing criminals back in 2016. I met him to deliver a cache of evidence. We were meeting in his truck discussing certain criminals, when he handed me a Redbird Peppermint Candy. I unwrapped it and popped it in my mouth. I was thrilled to find out that, not only does this candy taste deliciously pepperminty, but it actually melted in my mouth. I was given a handful to take home with me and from time to time I would pull a Redbird Candy from my jacket pocket.
After exhausting almost all of my inheritance retaining local corruptible attorneys and paying real estate racketeering ransom fees, I decided to go further into hiding and keep the money I had left.
The image stuck in my mind. I never forgot those candies, even while being chased all over Alabama. At a secret location on an exclusive island on the Northern Gulf Coast, I kept a low profile for almost two years with my Mom to avoid being attacked by criminals. After exhausting almost all of my inheritance retaining local corruptible attorneys and paying real estate racketeering ransom fees, I decided to go further into hiding and keep the money I had left. No one was helping or arresting anyone, and law enforcement was on the take, I had no one to call for back up. I was on my own to protect myself and my mother.
That nameless man I had spoken to earlier gave me a burner and told me to switch them out often, I took his advice. I was now untraceable, a unicorn in the world.
It was time to get ahead of the game, take things into my own hands and get justice for myself. I was not going to wait for help in Alabama any longer. My Mom and I went to a Dollar General to buy a burner phone. That nameless man I had spoken to earlier gave me a burner and told me to switch them out often, I took his advice. I was now untraceable, a unicorn in the world. While I was checking out I happened to see a stuffed magical unicorn on a shelf alone. I knew we were meant for each other. So I reached out to pick her up and she jumped into my hand, at least that is how I remember it. (It’s my story and she makes me feel safe.)
I carry gems for luck, protection, energy and other metaphysical reasons.
I now felt confident walking up to the register. I paid for my phone and my unicorn in cash and walked out the front door. When I got into my SUV I looked down at my sky-blue unicorn with the silver horn and asked her what I should name her. Not expecting an answer of course I turned to my Mom and before she could say anything, my unicorn blurted out “Silverhead.” My Mom was shocked and surprised, not because Silverhead spoke but because she was going to say the same name. Serendipity, for sure.
The girls started talking to each other in and out of English. I could tell they were involved in some kind of sex trade deal.
Now, I knew my life had changed, and unicorns would be a part of it, forever. Think about it, no one finds a talking unicorn at a store and just goes along the same way after that. From Dollar General I headed to a local gemstone outlet. I was looking for a stone to carry with me in the small totem bag I wear around my neck. I carry gems for luck, protection, energy and other metaphysical reasons. This time I wanted a Rose Quartz, it attracts unconditional love and restores trust and harmony in relationships. It purifies and opens the heart at all levels to promote self-love, friendship, deep inner healing and feelings of peace. It is a comforting stone and just like Silverhead, it will be with me on my journey.
They all seemed to know each other and they didn’t look like they were there to buy rocks, not those kind anyway.
I pulled up at the gem store and parked in the second to last space and wouldn’t you know it, a brand new Mercedes pulled right up next to me. I waited until they got out. It was a group of well-dressed young men with way too much jewelry and cologne on. They were speaking Russian, laughing and joking around like teenagers and flicking their cigarettes on to the oyster-shell covered parking lot. After they went inside I got out of my car. I walked up the steps and looked in the window. I could see the men were talking to the sales girls inside. They all seemed to know each other and they didn’t look like they were there to buy rocks, not those kind anyway.
I don’t speak much Russian but I do know what Suka means. So I replied with one of the only other words I know in their language, “Mudak.”
I took a deep breath and opened the door. The stones I was looking for were right in front of where the men were. I said excuse me politely and they seemed to step out of the way. One of them whispered something as I passed. He said “Pryamo po etomu puti, Suka. I don’t speak much Russian but I do know what Suka means. So I replied with one of the only other words I know in their language, “Mudak.” All of his friends started laughing at him, and his face turned red. The girls were impressed and gave me a thumbs up.
I remember the nameless man telling me about the human trafficking the Russians were involved in and how it related to the Gulf Coast and the gigantic music festival there.
While I was looking through the gems I could hear them talking. The girls did not seem very happy and the men acted as if they were in charge of them. After a spirited discussion that the girls seemed to have lost, the guys left the store and drove off. The girls started talking to each other in and out of English. I could tell they were involved in some kind of sex trade deal. I remember the nameless man telling me about the human trafficking the Russians were involved in and how it related to the Gulf Coast and the gigantic music festival there. So I listened harder.
The city was starting to change and even Mayor Robert Craft was deep in their pockets.
What I could get out of the conversation was that the girls had to work at three different jobs at different locations to stay looking like legitimate workers. It seemed it was in order for them to stay in the US and avoid punishment by their bosses. I knew it was part of the Russian mob. Human trafficking is big down there and I was too close for comfort. I quickly found the Rose Quartz I wanted and left. I couldn’t go back after that. The city was starting to change and even Mayor Robert Craft was deep in their pockets. On my way back to our island hideout I was thinking about our next move. The city was getting too big and I wasn’t willing to grow with it any longer.
It wasn’t safe here anymore and everyone around me was either scared of something or someone. That someone was “The Hang Out” music festival organizer and local pimp, Shaul Zislin…
When I got back I put my new gemstone in my totem pouch, set Silverhead on the counter and went about my night. My day was filled with magic rocks and unicorns, peppermints and burner phones. But the Russians gave me the sense that I needed to get away. After all the music festival was right around the corner and so was the GSPD. It wasn’t safe here anymore and everyone around me was either scared of something or someone. That someone was “The Hang Out” music festival organizer and local pimp, Shaul Zislin…
The Peppermint Unicorn 
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