At 0735, the divorced psycho nutter was standing inside the northern corner of her garage while watering her three trees (one tall avocado tree in between two rose trees) near our shared chain link fence. She was wearing a tight/light blue/long sleeve top and white pants/jeans. From my left/driver side mirror, I could see the damn crazy looking into our direction as we exited northbound on MY long stretch of road. I mouthed the “eff-word”. She can die.
Earlier and maybe another morning around this same time, noticed a bearded/short-hair black guy with dark black/grayish clothes and black bag-pack, walking eastbound on MY drive as we pulled out of our driveway.
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