I pass by a business whose name is Cowboy Boots. The business sells every kind of boot. But I’ve noticed every time I pass by it, there’s always something off. A lot of trash, etc. I passed by the business yesterday and noticed that it had a bullet hole in one window, another window had wood covering the hole made in it, and there were hundreds of finger prints on the front part of the store. So I got my courage up and went into the store. I asked the man at the counter if he was a victim of harassment. He replied, “No, not me. The building’s harassed (I guess he meant the owner of the property).” So I replied, “I can tell someone’s being harassed by the condition of the building.” He replied, “I know the neighborhood’s changed.” And I said, “It has nothing to do with the neighborhood changing. This is happening to a lot of people. And I’m an also a victim of harassment. It’s happening to a lot of us.” He replied, “Well, I don’t know anything about that.” I said, “I write a blog about what’s happening to me and other targets.” He gave me a look that said he knew what was happening, and I bet he knew exactly what’s happening to the property owner. So, someone can be a business owner and have money and it doesn’t make any difference. If these creeps want to do someone in, money doesn’t matter. It’s get even time.
Before I moved out of my earlier apartment, I was cleaning it. While cleaning, I heard my voice. I put my ear to the wall, and sure enough, I could hear my voice. I was singing some song, and could hear myself sneeze. The perps were watching a video of me dancing around, I happened to sneezed. They all began to laugh when they heard my sneeze and made fun of me sneezing. Ha, ha, it’s so funny. I wanted to run next door and tell them the hell off. But I did not. I controlled myself. I’m sure they would have been very happy to call the police on me and, and really, there was nothing I could prove.
I went out and stood waiting for the bus. While waiting for the bus, a group of UNLV (Universitiy of Nevada Las Vegas) students passed me. The girls were making the whoop sound I heard in the video and laughing. I again controlled myself and said nothing. About five minutes later, another group of UNLV students passed by me. The two girls in the front were also making the whoop sound and laughing. The two guys behind the women made some comments. The first student said, “I bet she doesn’t know her video’s on YouTube?” The second student remarked, “I bet she already knows.” Again, I said nothing.
There might be a video of me out there making the rounds. Well, this is the way I see it. I’m not ashamed of anything that’s shown in this video. I’m in my apartment, which is supposed to be a private place, not bothering anyone. If anyone should be ashamed of the video it is those lowlifes who put a camera in my apartment and watched me and posted the video. I really would like to find the video. Not because I want to see it, but this is evidence of the creeps putting a camera in my apartment. I would love to put every one of the disgusting sub-humans in jail. This would be payback. These people feel they’re Gods and can get away with what they’re doing to me. It would make me very happy to sue everyone of the bastards. And maybe, just maybe, what’s happening to us would be written about by the useless media people.
So, if you think these creeps don’t have a camera in your house/apartment, think again. They probably do. And maybe a video of you in your home will show up on YouTube, too.
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