Things are much, much better than a year ago and even much better than just a couple of months ago. But there are still some folks following me around and making odd comments and just acting kind of strange. I learned along the way that that insane angry-attorney, Aileen Wuornos fan with a medicine cabinet full of psycho drugs I had a not so pleasant encounter with had made an itemized complaint against me, apparently detailing various different kinds of abuse, possibly including rape. I've been accused of some heinous things. I also learned that my story about her was corroborated and the complaint was properly sealed.
Throughout my research I encountered a term I don't use much which isn't surprising now that I see the source of it: Femi-Nazi.
Indeed, the stalking events still occurring have been reduced to a trickle, but I won't be happy until it's all stopped completely. "Happy" is a very appropriate operative term here as it has been clear, and, in fact, directly indicated by a few, that one of the main goals of all of this is simply to keep me as miserable as possible. Well...
I've been making it a point to capture on video as many folks as I suspect to be a part of it as possible, but sometimes, like last night, it slips my mind. Last night a woman showed up at the 3rd floor express computers at the SFPL between 6 and 8 pm with a guy who was just a wreck. (Actually, I'm pretty sure it was between 7 and 8, but just to be sure, it wouldn't hurt to check the video for the whole 2 hours.) He sat down and she stood near him. When a computer came open, she kind of nodded as if giving him permission to take it. At one point, she gave me a stern look and other things about her body language made it clear that she was obviously there for me and probably is a "Femi-Nazi."
Fortunately, I knew the guy at the computer next to the one she ended up with so I went over to chat with him for a minute. Also fortunately, I'm a pretty observant guy. Sure enough, she was reading an article on line about a rape. She also visited the ING Bank site and logged in. Her e-mail address is gld_elite@yahoo. The first three letters may have been in a different order and the g may have been a q. It's also possible the "elite" was first and then "_ldg", but I don't think so. She was wearing tight, dark blue jeans, a matching jean jacket, and a shirt with horizontal thin pink and wider white stripes. She wore her blond hair up and was light complected. She was somewhat tall; 5', 10", maybe. She wore medium-dark brown calf-high leather boots. She had a small pocket notebook open to a page with one note in it that looked like an address, but I didn't catch what it said. When she finished with the computer, though I was standing right there, she was thoughtful enough to let me know it was available. Isn't that sweet? She then nervously ran over the elevator and pushed the button. After she left, I asked the guy who she was and he said he didn't know. He was kind of tall and wearing all black clothes and a black knit cap without the bottom edge folded up and the top kind of hanging back a bit. His shoes were really raggedy and he was either wearing two different socks or only had one on. The skin on his face was noticeably pinkish and kind of peeled. He had a very full brown beard and when I talked to him, he acted very nervous and disoriented. I don't recall seeing him before. I promise you, ladies: you are going to learn to leave me alone.
Despite a recent realization regarding a person involved in my situation from quite a few years ago that has shed a different light on my personal situation, I am compelled to live in the here-and-now reality of the little joke or game I've been the subject of. I have immediate concerns--my teeth are a wreck and so is my leg. If it weren't for those 2 things, I'd be happy to continue living this way, baiting all you poor schmucks and bitches (I didn't use to talk this way. It's a bummer. But you deserve it. I call a spade a spade.) into identifying yourselves like Ms. Tough Girl did last night. But alas, my broken tooth took a turn for the worse last night. My physical ailments dictate that I must pursue and end to this game the best way I can figure. Again, if all of the fantastic impending things that have been suggested like loads of money, etc., are indeed real, until they materialize, I will continue to move forward.
It didn't take me nearly as long to bang out the book query (Forget that case of Fullers--I'm saving it for the book.) and it came out completely different and much better than I thought. There are just so many different angles to take. Think all that stuff from my bio-metric file you use to bait me in to conversations to fuck with my head is so irresistible, like all the models doing a runway walk while crossing the street in my direction at exactly the right time? Teasing me's fun, right? I promise you: in terms of irresistibly, all of those things are an absolute "joke" compared to the query, which I am going to positively fucking rain on the NYC publishing world. The opening chapter and the query will be a short teaser about my brother and brother-in-law ending with Lisa's quote, "He's trying to kill you." Awesome, right? Chapter two, the first full chapter (Ladies first, right?), will be a detailed description of my experience with angry lawyer chick from the cupboard full of psycho pills to the book about cannibals to the hint that she was listening to my phone calls. I am positively stoked.
Keep right on fuckin' with me.
Finally, I should note that I am absolutely against rape. I've never had a need for it as women are almost always the aggressor with me, just as psycho lawyer chick was. Guys convicted of rape in a fair trial with witnesses and lawyers and all that fun stuff guaranteed by the U.S. Constitution should be punished severely.
Turn it up loud....
Joseph
C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson,
Niles, Ohio; Christine
Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E
Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno,
Queens, NY; Cynthia Green,
Tech Recruiter; Sioux
Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim
Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton,
Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services,
Warren, Ohio; Laura
McCormick
An
Pham, anpham1111@gmail.com; Anna Stepnova, stepnova@aol.com; Barbara Anne Wolf, wolf.barbara.anne@gmail.com, (415) 812-4926; Brian Montague, jetbpm@aol.com; Charles
Crites, critesfam@sbcglobal.net; EHSOH, lovycera@gmail.com; Elizabeth
Nicolosi, elizabethnicolosi@hotmail.com; Kristy
Guertin, guertk@spu.edu; Meagan Franz, meaganfranz@hotmail.com; Miyako
Abe, mtea2006@yahoo.com; Nora Salah, nsalah01@yahoo.com; Teresa Keller, teresa@rtwwithus.org; Natasha
Warder;
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