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Gang Stalking – The man upstairs.

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The man upstairs moved in about October, 2011.  He moved in with the woman who has harassed me since January, 2011.  She’s the one who pushed me onto the gravel one day.  She also used to throw garbage all over my front door.  But she’s no longer living in the above apartment.

One day I was on my way to the store, when the man upstairs came running up to me.  He told me to stop disrespecting his girlfriend.  I replied, “Your girlfriend?!  You’re about the fifth guy she’s had up there in less than a year.”  He put his head down, as in big shock to him, and replied, “I don’t care about you, or her.”  He walked away from me with his head down.  Later on in the day, I heard them arguing. I guess he was relaying to her what I said.  I heard her say, “No, you’re not throwing me out. I’m leaving of my will.”  Since then, I haven’t seen her, and he took over her place.

The apartment above me  has been decorated by the government, so people move in and out with what they came.  The apartment comes with a t.v., bed, couches, radio, etc.  And gang stalkers are easy to replace.  The woman who left was here a whole year, the longest.  Most gang stalkers last a few months, and then disappear.  I protect myself, and they don’t like being hit.  They can dish it out, but they can’t take it.  I have no choice, but to protect myself.  And I do a damn good job of protecting myself.  After almost four years, I’ve learned a few tricks.  The gang stalkers all come in with an attitude  of “I’m going to get the bitch”, and wide-eyed.  Well, after a few weeks, they realize that it’s not an easy job.  And I do everything possible to make their life hell.

The man that’s currently occupying the apartment doesn’t sleep at all.  He’s up all night trying to make me stay awake.  The purpose of keeping me awake is to make me lose my temper;  maybe lose it so much that they can have me committed to a mental institution. But I’ve learned to sleep through all the garbage that’s sent my way.  Plus he’s sprays a lot of brown pesticide.  The pesticide used to be green, now it’s a dark brown color and stains everything.  The pesticide stains are over my clothes.  I’m down to a pair of skinny, black jeans.  Oh, I forgot the maintenance man put a slash on my skinny, black jeans.  I taped the skinny jeans with duct tape, and use them as they are.  I have no clothes that are wearable anymore.  I hate to buy new clothes because it’s a waste of money.

About a month ago, I bought a rolling suitcase.  I put all my I.D., computer, phone, bomber jacket, etc. and carry it with me everywhere I go.  I had the suitcase about two days and  got on the bus.  I held on tightly to my suitcase.  When I got off the bus, someone had broken the handle, and there were slashes all over the front of  it. I don’t know how they did it.  I still use the suitcase as it is.  It’s taped with brown duct tape.  The other day, a gang stalker, made a remark about me being homeless after looking at my suitcase.  The suitcase looks really bad, but I’m not buying another one and have it ruined.

So, it is with the clothes.  I’m going to be wearing my skinny, black jeans until I cannot no longer wear them. Why throw away good money? I know if I get new clothes, they’ll just get stains and become unwearable.

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