This morning as I was walking toward my apartment, I saw the woman from upstairs. I’m wearing a shirt that says “Targeted by U.S. Government”, and I’ve written some other things on the shirt.
I showed her my shirt. She got very angry and said that she told me not to talk to here, and proceeded to tell me that she would beat me up if I continued to talk. I told her that if she touched me, I was going to call police. She said she didn’t care, and she would beat me up if I continued to talk.
I said to her, “Just try to hit me and you’ll end up in jail. ” She got in my face and told me that she’s never been in jail. I didn’t mention anything about her being in jail, so I don’t know where that came from. I’ve said to her on previous occasions that I think she’s been in jail, but this time, I didn’t mention anything about being in jail. She came up close into my face again and told me she was going to beat me up. Again, I mentioned I’d call the police. She walked away, and I continued to my apartment.
I was in my apartment about ten minutes, when someone knocked on my door. I did not bother to answer the door. The person kept knocking. So I finally said, “Who is it?” It was the apartment manager. I shouted that I was not going to open the door to her anymore. She continued knocking and told me to open the door. Finally, I opened the door. There was a man with her; I guess that he was there to defend her if I got violent.
The manager had a very angry look on her face. She was looking straight at me and said, “If you call anyone else a name, I’m throwing you out.” I replied, “‘Who did I call a name?” She answered, “Cheryl-lynn.” Or I think that’s what she said. And the manager continued, “She said you just called her a bitch.” So I was able to figure out, Cheryl-lynn was the woman from upstairs. I said, “I did not call her a bitch. I showed her my shirt. And she’s a damn drunk.” She replied, “No, she’s not, and if I hear of you calling someone else a name, I’m throwing you out.” I replied, “I did not call her a bitch.” She walked away. I shouted to the manager, “If you’re going to throw me out, leave a note on my door, because I will not open the door to you anymore. I’m sick of you.” I closed the open.
What gets me is, she never once asked me if I called the woman a bitch. She listened to one side of the story, and didn’t in any way try to find out what happened. She does this to me all the time. I’m always guilty of whatever someone accuses me of doing. She never asks me if it’s true. She can throw me out. This happens to TIs all the time. Anybody can lie outright about us and no one will listen. If she does throw me out, there goes the paycheck for the woman upstairs and for her. Almost every TI story I’ve heard, it includes a part about being thrown out of their apartment. I guess it’s my turn. They can spray me with pesticide, follow me everywhere I go, hit me with weapons, take my money, credit cards, rip my clothes, destroy anything in my apartment, etc., but they’re all angels. I’m the bad one.
I’ve always believed that what you do to someone will come back to you; so I’m not going to get myself upset. Time will punish them all. Their day is coming. I will be found not guilty of all the things I’ve been accused of doing. And by the way, where is my jury trial? The 6th Amendment to the constitution says ” no one shall be punished without a trial”. I haven’t had a trial, but I’ve been found guilty and punished.
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