As I said, after I took a swing at Ryan yesterday, He said, (quote) "You lost. You punched me." I took that to mean that the whole thing was over, but, sure enough, I saw him again just a couple hours later:
This guy is from way back. As I mentioned before, there seemed to be a number of different groups involved and I saw this guy wearing black w/ white stripes quite a few times. As so many of these weirdos do, he approached, asked me some strange questions, and dropped a hint I should move to L.A. or something. It had been a long time since I'd seen him, but he showed up today again. I'd never seen him in this place before and it was a very early time to be there.
Regarding all the hints, let's cover the basics one more time. I came to San Francisco because I was being stalked and harassed by white supremacists. I'd figured out not long before that that my brother framed me for t----rism and, apparently, pedophilia, and that I'd been on a target list for Neo-Nazis for 20 years because of a mixed relationship. I'm not opposed to leaving SF or moving to LA, but I'm not going to do it empty-handed and in desperation, and considering the things going on in my life, what makes you think I give have a shit what some dumb-ass stranger like the white-haired guy above says I should do? Here's a clue: I don't. None of you motherfuckers are my boss. Please, relieve yourself of that delusion. I've made several honest attempts to gain work here just to get on my feet and others to gain legal assistance for the gross, targeted, injustice perpetrated specifically against me and have been turned away mainly, I presume, because of the reasons outlined above and because those to whom I've told my story, starting with a downtown bar-owner way back in December of 2009, are simply too fucking stupid to see through the massive scams that have been perpetrated against me. Don't hint. Don't stalk. Not a fucking thing you sorry-ass motherfuckers do makes a difference. Try and look at it from my side.
And to the revenge-of-the-nerds group: I'm not positive on this one, but my guess that I'm very confident in is that you're busted.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
I Lose. It's Done.
Freak-show Ryan says I "lost" because I swung at him, whatever that means. Please, please, let it be--I lost. Excellent. Please, leave me alone then you dumb-fuck scumbags. I did not knowingly and willingly in a fully conscious state and/or sober state agree to any such game.
Six encounters at five distinctly different locations (two at completely different spots at the library)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCDHjDEXZZ0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zH6e3w-Ldts
Six encounters at five distinctly different locations (two at completely different spots at the library)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCDHjDEXZZ0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zH6e3w-Ldts
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Stalker Arrives at Homeless Shelter in Cadillac Escalade
Remember this guy? ...
Here's another shot of him ducking from the camera...
He's the one who I'd suspected and then said to me in passing, "Say a prayer to Jesus." Occasionally on the bus ride to the shelter, I miss the stop at 5th Street and have to get off at 4th and walk back. A few days ago when that happened, I saw the guy shown above exiting a white Cadillac Escalade parked about a third of the way down the block from the shelter, far enough away to not be noticed by anyone staying there who didn't have reason to. Arrive to stay at a homeless shelter in a $60,000 car? Hmmmmm... Also, since that occurred, when I've encountered him, he's has acted quite differently and actually went out of his way to avoid me a couple of times. He has been stalking me.
The license is 5MZP704. He almost always wears red and black. I've seen this color combo a few other times, mostly on white people. I am forced to suspect it's a Christian thing because of his comment. Someone please tell this dumb-fuck that he's working for far-right-extremist white supremacists who use Christianity, or Christian Identity, as their rallying point.
You will leave me alone or, I swear, someone is going to hurt badly.
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Here's another shot of him ducking from the camera...
He's the one who I'd suspected and then said to me in passing, "Say a prayer to Jesus." Occasionally on the bus ride to the shelter, I miss the stop at 5th Street and have to get off at 4th and walk back. A few days ago when that happened, I saw the guy shown above exiting a white Cadillac Escalade parked about a third of the way down the block from the shelter, far enough away to not be noticed by anyone staying there who didn't have reason to. Arrive to stay at a homeless shelter in a $60,000 car? Hmmmmm... Also, since that occurred, when I've encountered him, he's has acted quite differently and actually went out of his way to avoid me a couple of times. He has been stalking me.
The license is 5MZP704. He almost always wears red and black. I've seen this color combo a few other times, mostly on white people. I am forced to suspect it's a Christian thing because of his comment. Someone please tell this dumb-fuck that he's working for far-right-extremist white supremacists who use Christianity, or Christian Identity, as their rallying point.
You will leave me alone or, I swear, someone is going to hurt badly.
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Friday, March 22, 2013
Mean Girls
I've mentioned this previously, but it's worth posting again because this is the most insidious part of what I've been experiencing and it goes back several years. I can recall instances of this happening in NY between '96 and '02, and possibly while I was attending Ohio State. Of course, at the time, I had no idea it was all intentional. I just thought it was a natural part of life and was very focused on success both at OSU and in NY, so it didn't effect me, at least not outwardly. The only reason any of what's been done to me has succeeded is that my immediate family had been working on me, lead by my brother, without my knowledge, doing things similar to what's in this video in addition to framing me for some very serious things.
What's happening here is at least two strangers position themselves in close proximity to the subject and simply have an obnoxious, loud, conversation about how great their life is, usually focusing on things they know the subject lacks and probably wants. I know it's true because when I was achieving a certain level of success in NY, I recall a couple of these operatives--they were women--looking at me with exasperated looks as if what they were doing wasn't working. It was probably around the time I got the Atlas Media job. Also, as I mentioned previously, when I arrived home from NY for a Christmas get-together when I was doing well, Carrie and I walked in the door and upon noticing that I wasn't a basket case and was, in fact, a picture of success my scum-bag asshole con-artist perpetual nobody brother never dreamed of, said brother turned to dickhead Nazi cop brother-in-law with a questioning look, palms up, and asked, "What's the deal?", apparently in regard to my not-so-terrible state. Rick replied, "I don't know, Joe--he's immune to it." It may have been on the same occasion when Joey said to me, "You broke through." Again, wasn't sure exactly what he was talking about as I didn't know about the targeting and thought all the negative attention I was getting was normal treatment by the public at large--which it most definitely was not.
The goal of those covert conversations held by the girls in the video is simply to make the subject hopelessly insecure and destroy their self-esteem without their knowledge. The end result is that, again, without any knowledge of what's going on, the person will become averse to social interaction and driven to isolation. There were points in my adult life when I saw that I'd become anti-social, thought back to when I was pretty fun to be around, and asked myself, "Why is this happening?" I knew something was wrong but had no idea that it was all intentional. It's been happening to me for a long time. Think I'm crazy? I refer you again to the Berkeley Bird Killers. Their goal was different than the goal of the loud obnoxious people as in the video above and dating back many years, but the point is, I've been labeled insane and the Berkeley Law clip and its undeniable content lend credibility to all of my claims. As far as who "they" are dating back 15+ years trying to drive me to social isolation, my best guess is CIA and/or those conducting a psychological experiment.
To that end, another possibility, which I have not mentioned prior to this post, is that much of this is because of a psych experiment I took part in at the University of Toledo. I think it paid $50 or something. I'm sure I didn't read the paperwork. The experiment consisted of me and what was supposed to be 2 other subjects being put in a room with three chairs facing each other. We sat and waited for a while and then, as if bored with waiting, one of the other guys--who I figured out quickly was one of the experimenters--pulled a tennis ball out of his pocket and offered for the three of us to bounce it back and forth to each other. We did that for a while until someone came in, might have asked a few questions, and announced the experiment was over. There was nothing to it. My experiences have been very ambiguous and confusing and I have been therefore compelled to consider every possible cause. I am thus forced to suspect that agreeing to that experiment was actually "agreeing" to what's been going on all these years.
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What's happening here is at least two strangers position themselves in close proximity to the subject and simply have an obnoxious, loud, conversation about how great their life is, usually focusing on things they know the subject lacks and probably wants. I know it's true because when I was achieving a certain level of success in NY, I recall a couple of these operatives--they were women--looking at me with exasperated looks as if what they were doing wasn't working. It was probably around the time I got the Atlas Media job. Also, as I mentioned previously, when I arrived home from NY for a Christmas get-together when I was doing well, Carrie and I walked in the door and upon noticing that I wasn't a basket case and was, in fact, a picture of success my scum-bag asshole con-artist perpetual nobody brother never dreamed of, said brother turned to dickhead Nazi cop brother-in-law with a questioning look, palms up, and asked, "What's the deal?", apparently in regard to my not-so-terrible state. Rick replied, "I don't know, Joe--he's immune to it." It may have been on the same occasion when Joey said to me, "You broke through." Again, wasn't sure exactly what he was talking about as I didn't know about the targeting and thought all the negative attention I was getting was normal treatment by the public at large--which it most definitely was not.
The goal of those covert conversations held by the girls in the video is simply to make the subject hopelessly insecure and destroy their self-esteem without their knowledge. The end result is that, again, without any knowledge of what's going on, the person will become averse to social interaction and driven to isolation. There were points in my adult life when I saw that I'd become anti-social, thought back to when I was pretty fun to be around, and asked myself, "Why is this happening?" I knew something was wrong but had no idea that it was all intentional. It's been happening to me for a long time. Think I'm crazy? I refer you again to the Berkeley Bird Killers. Their goal was different than the goal of the loud obnoxious people as in the video above and dating back many years, but the point is, I've been labeled insane and the Berkeley Law clip and its undeniable content lend credibility to all of my claims. As far as who "they" are dating back 15+ years trying to drive me to social isolation, my best guess is CIA and/or those conducting a psychological experiment.
To that end, another possibility, which I have not mentioned prior to this post, is that much of this is because of a psych experiment I took part in at the University of Toledo. I think it paid $50 or something. I'm sure I didn't read the paperwork. The experiment consisted of me and what was supposed to be 2 other subjects being put in a room with three chairs facing each other. We sat and waited for a while and then, as if bored with waiting, one of the other guys--who I figured out quickly was one of the experimenters--pulled a tennis ball out of his pocket and offered for the three of us to bounce it back and forth to each other. We did that for a while until someone came in, might have asked a few questions, and announced the experiment was over. There was nothing to it. My experiences have been very ambiguous and confusing and I have been therefore compelled to consider every possible cause. I am thus forced to suspect that agreeing to that experiment was actually "agreeing" to what's been going on all these years.
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Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Theron "Terry" Kuntz II & III
Ryan and Terry are the two people who stalk me the most. Last night, Terry showed up at BK so shortly after I did that I was still waiting for my order. This morning, he showed up again about five minutes after I got there. I repeat: someone is going to get hurt.
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Monday, March 18, 2013
Ryan Kun----- and Some Strange Woman
This guy's stalked me more than anyone. I called the police on him the other day. The idiot who showed up treated me like the bad guy and had the sheer audacity to suggest I need to change my outlook in addition to indicating she doesn't know what stalking is. I was able to get his name, though, or part of it, anyway. It's Ryan Kun-----.
Hey, my video-embedding is working again. Nice!
This woman's been following me around for months, too. I'd say she's #2 after Ryan in regard to individuals who follow me around the most. Comes to the library 3 or 4 times a week. Made some strange comments to me the other day. I told her to mind her own business and she said something like, "You're just upset because you haven't gotten video of me like you have the others."
Yes...I have:
Hey, my video-embedding is working again. Nice!
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Sunday, March 10, 2013
"Oh...You're Not Part of It."... "Part of What, Joe?"... "Nevermind."
I recall once at, again, a Christmas gathering when my brother made an odd comment. It must have been our initial greeting of the visit. He was having a problem with alcohol at the time. There was a string of three or four Christmas visits during which he pretty much stayed sauced, a relatively new thing. I got a great photo of him with different colored bows stuck all over his head.
I don't recall whether he was drunk at this encounter, and I have no clue what year it was. It may have been when Carrie was still in the picture. He was just acting strange, and kind of timid. He was nearly hiding behind the dining-room table in kind of a dark corner. I went to greet him, we exchanged a few words, and he said, "Oh, you're not part of it." I asked, "Part of what?" He said, "Nevermind."
Throughout my ordeal, as I've mentioned previously, one of the aspects of it is that you never know who might be "part of it" because the people involved are so diverse and even a guy I've thought was a good friend did something and made a comment or two to indicate he was "part of it." Also, what "they" do is very ambiguous. So, it's not surprising at all that Joe would have suspected me.
It occurred to me not long ago, that at the time, he was going through the same thing I've been for the past 4 years. It's the CIA blackmailing you which they do mainly to people who are buried in debt. They keep doing it until you say "uncle" and then, maybe, pay you handsomely, but, of course, you will have then irreversibly comprised your integrity and always be vulnerable to such underhanded manipulation that basically destroys your personal autonomy completely. It very much makes you a mind-controlled robot and reduces your control over your own life to practically nothing. Some people can stomach giving in, some can't. It's not my bag, baby and I don't like the approach. Plus, I've figured out that I've been getting covertly fucked with for 20 years for political reasons and other reasons why this is being done to me. I know Joe's debt was upwards of 150-k, about 3 times mine. Tough to believe I would get the same treatment, especially for a student loan. (I repeat: I do not owe taxes.) My brother's a lifetime con-artist who owned on a fly-by-night furniture business he had the audacity to call American Federal Warehouse. Trust me--there was nothing federal about it. So, not only did he run up a sizable debt, but he falsely portrayed his company as a federal entity. I would think that comes with jail time.
Anyway, at a subsequent visit in Niles, he was quite different. He was sitting on the couch wearing dark sunglasses with a great air of confidence and was very disrespectful and dismissive to me, as had gotten to be his norm. Then at one point, out of the blue, he said, "I gotta go." and jumped up and ran out the door. I know why he did that. I remembered that and then I recalled his making regular trips to Guatamala and mentioning making a few trips to Washington DC, something that puzzled me. Good job, Joey.
The CIA ops who manipulate a person in my position, I've come to learn, are referred to as "handlers." They screw with you on line a lot, with false or hacked identities and, apparently, by doing very bad things on line in your name. You've seen the screenshots of the online torment if you've followed this and my other blog. I've suspected for some time that Joey is behind many of the bogus e-mails I receive and other on-line attacks. Now that I'm sure that he's CIA, as difficult as that is to believe, it's perfectly possible that he was given the assignment of being my main online "handler." I've also suspected that Rick may have bestowed that privilege on him, which would mean it's the "We're taking over." secret military network I'm sure Rick's a part of (I'm pretty sure I heard him make that comment, once--"We're taking over." My brother replied, "Who, cops?" Rick shook his head and said, "Military.") screwing with me, too. My CIA problems start with Reverend David Plank. It's possible that part of their reason for going at my brother was to get to me.
Also, as I've mentioned before, he used the internet to frame me for t----rism, but that was before he became CIA. I suspect that the CIA knew about this and it also was part of the reason they went after him. He's their kind of scumbag. He'd already demonstrated that he had the skills they want. So, while I know that, I also know that a trusted source confirmed for me lately that it is the CIA that is "setting me up." So, it may or may not be Joey who's directing all that, but I came to another obvious realization recently. It's become apparent that what's been done is to use false pretense to turn various extremist groups and organizations against me. Who better to do that than the CIA? They've got ops/informants at least close to the top in any group you can think of. It would be perfectly easy for them. It's what they do. Disrupt and destroy people invisibly, and, of course, the most important part of that is portraying the subject as insane.
So, I'd been 85% sure that Joey is CIA for some time now, but it didn't become so obviously true until recently. They'll take anybody. Both of the following are true: My brother set me up. The CIA set me up.
The bigger picture is that all these different secret mobs are vying for control of life here in these United States. One of them is military folk. I recall Rick making a comment about it very briefly. (In addition to once making a comment about not getting fair treatment if you're accused of t----rism.) As I said, his motivation is that he doesn't like me for political reasons and I have to assume that it is he who--as suggested by some other military retiree I met at a blogging meetup here in SF--had me labeled "enemy of the state." It's quite a joke, but not a very funny one. He's also made some comments about the CIA, which I've gone over previously. See how it all kind of comes together? I should make it clear here that I'm pursuing justice because I know specifically who's behind much of this and what they did. Who would be enough of an idiot to go after the CIA? Not me. I'm pursuing Joseph C. Zoccali.
It all makes perfect sense.
Want me to shut up? Show me the money. I can't justify being forced to live this way for any reason. If it's a game, my last move is undeniable, unbeatable. Pay me.
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I don't recall whether he was drunk at this encounter, and I have no clue what year it was. It may have been when Carrie was still in the picture. He was just acting strange, and kind of timid. He was nearly hiding behind the dining-room table in kind of a dark corner. I went to greet him, we exchanged a few words, and he said, "Oh, you're not part of it." I asked, "Part of what?" He said, "Nevermind."
Throughout my ordeal, as I've mentioned previously, one of the aspects of it is that you never know who might be "part of it" because the people involved are so diverse and even a guy I've thought was a good friend did something and made a comment or two to indicate he was "part of it." Also, what "they" do is very ambiguous. So, it's not surprising at all that Joe would have suspected me.
It occurred to me not long ago, that at the time, he was going through the same thing I've been for the past 4 years. It's the CIA blackmailing you which they do mainly to people who are buried in debt. They keep doing it until you say "uncle" and then, maybe, pay you handsomely, but, of course, you will have then irreversibly comprised your integrity and always be vulnerable to such underhanded manipulation that basically destroys your personal autonomy completely. It very much makes you a mind-controlled robot and reduces your control over your own life to practically nothing. Some people can stomach giving in, some can't. It's not my bag, baby and I don't like the approach. Plus, I've figured out that I've been getting covertly fucked with for 20 years for political reasons and other reasons why this is being done to me. I know Joe's debt was upwards of 150-k, about 3 times mine. Tough to believe I would get the same treatment, especially for a student loan. (I repeat: I do not owe taxes.) My brother's a lifetime con-artist who owned on a fly-by-night furniture business he had the audacity to call American Federal Warehouse. Trust me--there was nothing federal about it. So, not only did he run up a sizable debt, but he falsely portrayed his company as a federal entity. I would think that comes with jail time.
Anyway, at a subsequent visit in Niles, he was quite different. He was sitting on the couch wearing dark sunglasses with a great air of confidence and was very disrespectful and dismissive to me, as had gotten to be his norm. Then at one point, out of the blue, he said, "I gotta go." and jumped up and ran out the door. I know why he did that. I remembered that and then I recalled his making regular trips to Guatamala and mentioning making a few trips to Washington DC, something that puzzled me. Good job, Joey.
The CIA ops who manipulate a person in my position, I've come to learn, are referred to as "handlers." They screw with you on line a lot, with false or hacked identities and, apparently, by doing very bad things on line in your name. You've seen the screenshots of the online torment if you've followed this and my other blog. I've suspected for some time that Joey is behind many of the bogus e-mails I receive and other on-line attacks. Now that I'm sure that he's CIA, as difficult as that is to believe, it's perfectly possible that he was given the assignment of being my main online "handler." I've also suspected that Rick may have bestowed that privilege on him, which would mean it's the "We're taking over." secret military network I'm sure Rick's a part of (I'm pretty sure I heard him make that comment, once--"We're taking over." My brother replied, "Who, cops?" Rick shook his head and said, "Military.") screwing with me, too. My CIA problems start with Reverend David Plank. It's possible that part of their reason for going at my brother was to get to me.
Also, as I've mentioned before, he used the internet to frame me for t----rism, but that was before he became CIA. I suspect that the CIA knew about this and it also was part of the reason they went after him. He's their kind of scumbag. He'd already demonstrated that he had the skills they want. So, while I know that, I also know that a trusted source confirmed for me lately that it is the CIA that is "setting me up." So, it may or may not be Joey who's directing all that, but I came to another obvious realization recently. It's become apparent that what's been done is to use false pretense to turn various extremist groups and organizations against me. Who better to do that than the CIA? They've got ops/informants at least close to the top in any group you can think of. It would be perfectly easy for them. It's what they do. Disrupt and destroy people invisibly, and, of course, the most important part of that is portraying the subject as insane.
So, I'd been 85% sure that Joey is CIA for some time now, but it didn't become so obviously true until recently. They'll take anybody. Both of the following are true: My brother set me up. The CIA set me up.
The bigger picture is that all these different secret mobs are vying for control of life here in these United States. One of them is military folk. I recall Rick making a comment about it very briefly. (In addition to once making a comment about not getting fair treatment if you're accused of t----rism.) As I said, his motivation is that he doesn't like me for political reasons and I have to assume that it is he who--as suggested by some other military retiree I met at a blogging meetup here in SF--had me labeled "enemy of the state." It's quite a joke, but not a very funny one. He's also made some comments about the CIA, which I've gone over previously. See how it all kind of comes together? I should make it clear here that I'm pursuing justice because I know specifically who's behind much of this and what they did. Who would be enough of an idiot to go after the CIA? Not me. I'm pursuing Joseph C. Zoccali.
It all makes perfect sense.
Want me to shut up? Show me the money. I can't justify being forced to live this way for any reason. If it's a game, my last move is undeniable, unbeatable. Pay me.
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Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Trotsky
So, a Russian fella ended up in Bed #237; says his name is Art. It's important to understand that their initial goal is simply to make the subject's acquaintance, which he went out of his way to do. Then I started seeing him a different spots around town. Another guy in a bed near me who has multiple substance abuse problems and has blown at least three jobs in past 2 months likes to taunt me when shows up completely incoherent every afternoon. As is my prerogative, I got angry because I'd tried to stop him by telling him nicely at least twice previously, but he's a bit immature and, as I said, gets wasted every day. After I yelled at him, Trotsky said to me, as if he was admonishing me, "John, John, John, tsk, tsk tsk." Dude can barely speak English. If I'm pushed to snap, he'll be the one to get it and it will not be pretty. He smirks in the second video; such a dead give-away. I AM NOT A WILLING PARTICIPANT.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEfWW7tDL_A&list=UUPfoYA7_xi6aGFtPfWHGwVw&index=3
For some reason, I can no longer embed videos on this blog. Stange.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEfWW7tDL_A&list=UUPfoYA7_xi6aGFtPfWHGwVw&index=3
For some reason, I can no longer embed videos on this blog. Stange.
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Monday, March 4, 2013
Jeff Alvarez, Photog Who Hates Drunks
I've mentioned how a major part of what these people have been doing to me is to feign as if they want to befriend me and then bait me into saying something they can use to turn some large group against me. My brother did it once before I had any clue what was going on. He said, "You know, cops and people in the military are all rednecks." I replied sarcastically, "Yeah, Joe, whatever." as I do to much of what he used to just because he's really strange. Of course, my brother-in-law is a cop and former marine.
This is Jeff Alvarez. He's a pretty good video producer and photographer. They use people with common interests regularly. I have a background in video production and I'm interested in photography. Jeff rained compliments on me when we first met about how fantastic my photography is. There are at least 4 drunks in close proximity to my bed at the homeless shelter and a high percentage of those occupying the shelter will readily admit to qualifying as such. I've already made friends with a few of them. I neglected to mention originally in this post that I had mentioned to Jeff that I was surrounded by drunks. It's important becuase that's what they do often: use info you've given them. While Jeff and I were enjoying a scrumptious dinner the other day, he turned to me and said, "You know, I hate drunks." He was trying to bait me. Then, first thing in the morning in the bathroom, he pulled up to the stall next to me and said, "Hey, John, I like those shoes. Where'd you get them?" with a patronizing tone. That's when I knew what he was up to for sure. Jeff...you're a dick. Go to the fucking orthodontist.
Here's Jeff at MSE
This is Jeff Alvarez. He's a pretty good video producer and photographer. They use people with common interests regularly. I have a background in video production and I'm interested in photography. Jeff rained compliments on me when we first met about how fantastic my photography is. There are at least 4 drunks in close proximity to my bed at the homeless shelter and a high percentage of those occupying the shelter will readily admit to qualifying as such. I've already made friends with a few of them. I neglected to mention originally in this post that I had mentioned to Jeff that I was surrounded by drunks. It's important becuase that's what they do often: use info you've given them. While Jeff and I were enjoying a scrumptious dinner the other day, he turned to me and said, "You know, I hate drunks." He was trying to bait me. Then, first thing in the morning in the bathroom, he pulled up to the stall next to me and said, "Hey, John, I like those shoes. Where'd you get them?" with a patronizing tone. That's when I knew what he was up to for sure. Jeff...you're a dick. Go to the fucking orthodontist.
Here's Jeff at MSE
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