Raymond Faloye
sister:Ann Tuttle
godson: Raymond Olubode Faloye aka "OLU" or just ray
My name is Raymond Olubode Faloye , Bobby always called me Olu , I am a writer, student, artist, and aspiring actor. I met Bobby (Robert) at my job at staples 34th st between 5th and madison avenue. He bought a printer and needed help installing it, so I helped him after work make to make a little extra money, Then he came back the next to give me the key to office to come help him out, Total trust and good judgement of character he had to just in 2 days have me volunteering for him. He was uplifting. There was something wrong though, it seemed like people were after him or he couldn't trust someone so needed me to come into picture for protection and figure things out besides helping out in office with paper work, filing, the lafayette esquadrille foundation and the non profit we were going to start together called Innervisions documented. Bobby was murdered by a stranger that he said to me "saved his life", how ironic that at the hospital he said you'll get your money and "shot" aka Herman did that to him.
We had good times and I learnt alot and saw sucdcess coming...e.g Harvard law school in future being paid for etc artist projects without even begging. Bobby had a partner that he lived I never saw but always was sad about him crying saying "shot" murdered him/they killed him and I think I'm next. It was to dramatic for me, and up unto this day I still can't figure out why he never wanted to call the cops on that stranger Herman that saved his life but still did bad and never cared. Robert should still be living today but was killed over money.and it was not an accident. Booby did good, everyone knew him midtown and myself. the doorman I used to by coffee everyday etc.. Herman tried to kill me or set me up I am just finding out now in 2014 today over this but failed and thought he was scott free murdering someone that did nothing to him but help him and trusted him to be loyal and do good and not be money "desperate", but he hated him and me and everyone was being watched and stalked very intensive by Herman (fake friend forced himself on will etc holding fragile Bobby hostage for years). .
Bobby wouldn't stop drinking everyday non stop all day and didn't see it coming that morning he called me and said Bobby fell and had accident, and he was going hospital. I was the only that cared and he always called me his Godson(Bobby that is).we always ate at wolfgangs everyday and other various places with other friends just using him and inducing him to keep drinking and didn't care bout his security and what was really going on.. Basically when s*** hit the "fan" and Herman did what he did that morning in Bobby';s house etc murdering him. No one cared to find out what happened and what was really going on. The waiters, waitresses, his sister, mike(Haitian friend of his and mine always hung together but met him through Bob) .
Herman knew I was the only one that cared and he had to keep an eye on me by acting it through, taking me hospital cause he knows I was mad and wanted to know what happened in that house that morning. He knew it wasn't going to be easy to get rid of me cause I cared and that was my God Father. So after 7 years I just discovered today 11/15/14 that he Herman (don't know last name) tried to get me killed to cover has confession of murdering him to me on way to hospital and the threat he made towards me. OMG, what a world . there are too many actresses and actors out there smiling in your face but their intentions are the oppostie.
I'm angry "Bobby" wasn't smart enough to call cops,stop the drinking and smarten up and cut off Herman, but he couldn't out of fear or their secret between them of Bobby needing him in past over situation were he saved his life, but it was fake and he did it to use him and eventually kill him.
My life has been miserable and spiraled down after Bobby was murdered. No one cared, even his sister, or people were scared and maybe bullied also or threats made for him to get away with it and no one know he killed him in that house that morning.
It's not about the money,Robert "Bobby" Tuttle had to me, the help and tipping without asking and company we started together he got started but everything cut short cause of murderer jealous stalker driver fake friend that used to pick him up that stopped that greatness that was coming.
It's about principle of him thinkin he was smart and going to get away with murdering my Godfather, scare me at 23 years of age back then, stalk me and try kill me to so no one would no what he said to me in car on the way to hospital.
his words "this is it, he is not going to make it", "I got tired of waiting, he was an a******",
I looked at him like.. is he joking? and wanted to hit him, but kept cool as he was driving and he never even could look me in the eye once ever. Then I said he'll be fine he just fell right? then he said "he's not going to make it, I'm sure this is it".
so obviously he planned to get rid of me to someway. lol OMG ..people are something else. I guess he hated me caring about my Godfather and wasn't about money to me cause I never had ask Bobby for money, he always gave without me begging, no one begged him, the waiter, no one...always tipped 50's .
Herman aka "Shot" was a older gentleman uneducated hood rat .that was more street smart than Bobby, and everyone knows the hood rats are dangerous and fake, and always turn on you acting like that care. They never want to give you real names. I still don't know his last name until today, Just that bobby gave it to me and said Herman....and kept on saying shot shot!! that's his name....
I figured it out after 7years of depression and got strong, and not scared to bring him down cause Bobby should still be alive.
Rip Robert L Tuttle aka BOBBY MY GODFATHER..
I will avenge your petty, cold fake untrustworthy murderer you fake friend you trusted and should have let go and listened to me...
godson: Raymond Olubode Faloye aka "OLU" or just ray
My name is Raymond Olubode Faloye , Bobby always called me Olu , I am a writer, student, artist, and aspiring actor. I met Bobby (Robert) at my job at staples 34th st between 5th and madison avenue. He bought a printer and needed help installing it, so I helped him after work make to make a little extra money, Then he came back the next to give me the key to office to come help him out, Total trust and good judgement of character he had to just in 2 days have me volunteering for him. He was uplifting. There was something wrong though, it seemed like people were after him or he couldn't trust someone so needed me to come into picture for protection and figure things out besides helping out in office with paper work, filing, the lafayette esquadrille foundation and the non profit we were going to start together called Innervisions documented. Bobby was murdered by a stranger that he said to me "saved his life", how ironic that at the hospital he said you'll get your money and "shot" aka Herman did that to him.
We had good times and I learnt alot and saw sucdcess coming...e.g Harvard law school in future being paid for etc artist projects without even begging. Bobby had a partner that he lived I never saw but always was sad about him crying saying "shot" murdered him/they killed him and I think I'm next. It was to dramatic for me, and up unto this day I still can't figure out why he never wanted to call the cops on that stranger Herman that saved his life but still did bad and never cared. Robert should still be living today but was killed over money.and it was not an accident. Booby did good, everyone knew him midtown and myself. the doorman I used to by coffee everyday etc.. Herman tried to kill me or set me up I am just finding out now in 2014 today over this but failed and thought he was scott free murdering someone that did nothing to him but help him and trusted him to be loyal and do good and not be money "desperate", but he hated him and me and everyone was being watched and stalked very intensive by Herman (fake friend forced himself on will etc holding fragile Bobby hostage for years). .
Bobby wouldn't stop drinking everyday non stop all day and didn't see it coming that morning he called me and said Bobby fell and had accident, and he was going hospital. I was the only that cared and he always called me his Godson(Bobby that is).we always ate at wolfgangs everyday and other various places with other friends just using him and inducing him to keep drinking and didn't care bout his security and what was really going on.. Basically when s*** hit the "fan" and Herman did what he did that morning in Bobby';s house etc murdering him. No one cared to find out what happened and what was really going on. The waiters, waitresses, his sister, mike(Haitian friend of his and mine always hung together but met him through Bob) .
Herman knew I was the only one that cared and he had to keep an eye on me by acting it through, taking me hospital cause he knows I was mad and wanted to know what happened in that house that morning. He knew it wasn't going to be easy to get rid of me cause I cared and that was my God Father. So after 7 years I just discovered today 11/15/14 that he Herman (don't know last name) tried to get me killed to cover has confession of murdering him to me on way to hospital and the threat he made towards me. OMG, what a world . there are too many actresses and actors out there smiling in your face but their intentions are the oppostie.
I'm angry "Bobby" wasn't smart enough to call cops,stop the drinking and smarten up and cut off Herman, but he couldn't out of fear or their secret between them of Bobby needing him in past over situation were he saved his life, but it was fake and he did it to use him and eventually kill him.
My life has been miserable and spiraled down after Bobby was murdered. No one cared, even his sister, or people were scared and maybe bullied also or threats made for him to get away with it and no one know he killed him in that house that morning.
It's not about the money,Robert "Bobby" Tuttle had to me, the help and tipping without asking and company we started together he got started but everything cut short cause of murderer jealous stalker driver fake friend that used to pick him up that stopped that greatness that was coming.
It's about principle of him thinkin he was smart and going to get away with murdering my Godfather, scare me at 23 years of age back then, stalk me and try kill me to so no one would no what he said to me in car on the way to hospital.
his words "this is it, he is not going to make it", "I got tired of waiting, he was an a******",
I looked at him like.. is he joking? and wanted to hit him, but kept cool as he was driving and he never even could look me in the eye once ever. Then I said he'll be fine he just fell right? then he said "he's not going to make it, I'm sure this is it".
so obviously he planned to get rid of me to someway. lol OMG ..people are something else. I guess he hated me caring about my Godfather and wasn't about money to me cause I never had ask Bobby for money, he always gave without me begging, no one begged him, the waiter, no one...always tipped 50's .
Herman aka "Shot" was a older gentleman uneducated hood rat .that was more street smart than Bobby, and everyone knows the hood rats are dangerous and fake, and always turn on you acting like that care. They never want to give you real names. I still don't know his last name until today, Just that bobby gave it to me and said Herman....and kept on saying shot shot!! that's his name....
I figured it out after 7years of depression and got strong, and not scared to bring him down cause Bobby should still be alive.
Rip Robert L Tuttle aka BOBBY MY GODFATHER..
I will avenge your petty, cold fake untrustworthy murderer you fake friend you trusted and should have let go and listened to me...
