At 04:27pm, I saw a pale-looking, low-riding bicyclist. He had a black cap and wore black outfit. He sported a chin beard and upper mustache. He came down from the RUE and crossed in front of our only front window to MY drive, upon which he circled back barely to MY road and back to MY drive. He was wearing ear-pieces, like most spooks who either jog alone or with their damn dogs. Some wear baseball caps like this young, Mexicano-looking thug.
To the SJPD, I’m not blind. Just make sure you keep a log of what’s going on in and around our neighborhood. After all, this area has lots of “good” taxpayers, if you know what I mean. And as for the divorced nutball living next door to us, WTF are you people going to club her over the head, drag her into the paddy wagon and haul her ass into a nicely, white padded room with other insane souls?
Anyway, I was standing while talking to Maw, who cried again about my security in the future. She feels more people will take advantage of me and no one will take care of me in my old age. I know whatever money I may have won’t be enough to ward off dishonorable people who may cross my path. She further went on to advise me of my relatives and friends and how I should hold a hoe-down or something like that in recognition of their hard work.
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