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I’m finally able to get on my computer. Again, I don’t know how long the computer will last before the hackers get at it.
I went out to the railing in front of my door to get some fresh air. As soon as I stepped out, here come the kids and the people from downstairs. I cannot step out in front of my door without a bunch of people appearing. They want to make sure I go right back in. So, I decided I’d go in and get my camera. I came back out, and as soon as they saw my camera, the adults went running. The kids stayed out. I videotaped the kids to get proof of their rock throwing. I want to get proof of what they’re doing to me. The kids were running around and paid no attention to me. So, I went back inside.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone began banging on my door. I did not open the door. I said, “Who is it?” A woman answered, “I want to talk to you.” I replied, “What about?” The woman said, “I heard you were taking pictures of my cousins.” I replied, “If I want to take pictures of your cousins I can.” She replied, “Don’t take pictures of my cousins anymore, or there’ll be trouble.” And she left.
Bang! Bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang. Someone else was banging on my door again. And this time the person was banging very loudly. I did not open the door. The person kept banging. I asked, “Who is it?” A woman responded. It wasn’t the same voice. She said, “I heard you were taking pictures of my cousins.” I didn’t respond. She banged, banged away. She said, “Open the door. I’m going to take that camera away from you.” She kept banging very loudly. I heard her turn the door knob. I told her if she didn’t stop banging on my door, I was going to call the police. She kept banging, so I called the police, something I never do. There are so many cousins, I was afraid they’d break into my apartment. The second woman who knocked on my door is ten times my size and can probably throw me without any problem. If I tried pushing her, I’d be in trouble.
The 911 operator asked my name, address and all the typical questions. When she got that out-of-the-way, the first question she asked, is, “Is there any drug abuse?” I replied, “What do you mean? Me, or them?” The operator replied, “Anyone?’ I answered, “Well, I’m not using any drugs, I don’t know about them.”
When I was living an ordinary life, this question never came up, but since I’m a target, supposedly I do drugs, drink, etc. The operator ended the call by saying the police would come.
So far, no police. And if the police show up I’ll be very surprised.
P.S. Two Metropolitan Las Vegas officers just showed up. See you later.
I’m back. I went outside to talk to the police and they asked me what happened. And I explained to them how I’m never left alone by the people downstairs and the tenants on my floor. Before I could get a word in edgewise, the perps were all over the place trying to get in their side of the story. The police officer told them to wait until I told my side. One of the police officers seemed to want to listen to my story, but the other one had a smirky smile on his face, as if he didn’t believe anything I said. When I finished with what I had to say, the police officer who was questioning me said, “Okay.” And then as he walked away he said, “Just remind calm, okay?” The way he said it made me feel as if he was blaming me. Because, you know, we’re all crazy, of course.
So now I have to be even more careful than before. I have a bunch of gang cousins after me.
The life of a target is just so exciting…
Another day in Perplandia.
Oh, as I’m about to hit publish, the kids are out again screaming loudly, and one of the cousins is blowing his car horn.
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