The woman who lives upstairs gang stalks me by spraying me with pesticide. She’s been doing it since January 31, 2011. She’s been the third person whose tried to get me into doing something crazy. So far, she has not succeeded. For one, she has a problem. She’s an alcoholic. And while I’m not judging anyone who is an alcoholic, people should drink themselves into the ground, if that’s their desire, I take full advantage of her incoherence. I should say, she has a few problems. She also has a drug problem. I see her at night standing by the gated fence getting something from a man who just always happens to be walking by every night. And as I stated, if you want to dope yourself to death, go for it.
When she’s drinking, the drinking works in my favor. She’s too zoned out and drunk to have the energy to spray me with pesticide. So on the nights she’s drunk/high, she doesn’t bother me. But on the nights she’s not, she sprays me all night and I’m unable to sleep. When she drinks, she’s really nasty the next day. Like today, I passed her on my way to the bus. She began to curse at me and told me she was going to beat me up. She’s thrown me down on the sidewalk before. I complain to the management office, but nothing comes of it. She’s a big woman and can easily push me. In total, I weight 120 or less. She weights about 150 plus, so she has about 30 pounds to work with. When she’s not spraying me, her boyfriend of the moment takes over.
As I stated I’m not judgmental, but when you mess with my right to live a safe life, then I become very judgmental. If I can’t live a safe live, neither can you. I will do everything in my power to get back at you.
And this woman has made my life a living hell. She throws things in front of my door, cigarette butts, pieces of paper, cans, bottles, dog feces, chicken pieces to draw ants and roaches into my apartment; whatever she can do to draw electricity into my apartment.
She never, ever goes out, only when I leave my apartment. Otherwise, her job is to be a constant non-stop nuisance in my life. That’s her job to annoy the hell out of me so I’ll do something crazy. She’s a 24/7 annoyance. She annoys me and expects me to just take her garbage. A few times I’ve called her a bitch. She can annoy me, but don’t I dare do anything to her!. That’s the way it ways with the gang stalkers. They can dish it out, but they can’t take it. Well, it doesn’t work that way. You annoy the hell out of me, I’m going to annoy the hell out of you, otherwise, leave me alone.