It’s been a week of more and more perps. I don’t know how many there are. It sounds like I’m exaggerating, but I’m not. There must be at least 300 perps after me. It seems people in Las Vegas have absolutely nothing to do with their lives. Their only life seems to be harassing people and drinking. They do nothing else. They spend all day running after people who haven’t bothered them and then spend the rest of the time drinking, or doing drugs.
In the last week, they’ve been ripping all of my clothes, putting oil into my barbecue sauce, smashing my fruits and vegetables. Oh, I forgot, also stealing my clothes and then returning them a day later, or not at all. And, of course, the daily break-ins haven’t stopped.
I never know when I return home, what I’ll find in my fridge, my bathroom. my bed, my closet. It’s the same feeling I get when I come to the library. What will they do to me at the library? And what they will do to things in my apartment when I’m gone?
No person should have to live as I’m living; not me, not you, no one! The crack heads and all the lowlifes belong in prison.
How is it that no one knows what’s happening to us, but some twitter gets million hits when he/she couldn’t get a table at a fancy Las Vegas hotel? And a host states that he doesn’t want hippos showing up at his nightclub.
No wonder the USA is going to the dogs.
The USA has become a place where no one thinks anymore. They truly are zombies. I’ve used the word “zombie” for a long time now, but, really, I thought American citizens aren’t really zombies. But I’ve given up on that idea, they TRULY are ZOMBIES. They’re the living dead.
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