Well today went well until I arrived home from choir rehearsal tonight. At 2103 PM, I called the non-emergency phone number at 408-277-8900, which is really an informational. But I stayed on the line and was directed to the regular 911 emergency, where I reported yet another ‘disturbance of peace’ with the neighbor living adjacent to us. The beheaded chicken was being rude and still falsely accusing me of something I know nothing about – her Juan.
So she had her electric garage half-way opened. She immediately emerged from somewhere and brought out a buck of water to pour over a money-plant inside the pot, which is located between the two severely pruned rose trees and where the avocado tree used to grow. She then started talking aloud about her Juan and defaming my character with an illegal alien from Honduras, which is probably a hot-spot for drug trafficking. But y’all don’t see all this because it’s none of our business.
Anyway, she used her smartphone and I could hear her communicate to someone that I was video taping her. Duh! She has THREE video camera attached to her house. We only have one. She doesn’t get it. I recognized that the responding voice male, the same voice that responded to her during the July fourth incident in which the coppers where called to talk with us.
After I emerged from my car, I fumbled with my smartphone, dropped the garage door opener, closed the garage door which was opened, waited for the garage door to open, and heard her trying to intimidate with with her character assassination. Dad wasn’t available. He never did protect his family. That’s why my younger brother and I resent his ineptness. He let us down many times and almost burned us alive by not checking on a fire in an apartment.
Yeah, so after I made the phone call to the police, Dad and I opened the electric garage door and we proceeded to cover my car with my car cover. He is loosing his mind too due to stupidity and old age. He was dragging my car cover UPSIDE down over the driver side while I fumbled with my smartphone in the other hand, of course.
After Dad secured the front and after I secured the tie on the back, Dad came up slowly from the garage. He is slowing down. Now I got NOT one – disabled Mom, NOT two – crazy neighbor, NOT three – unhelpful brother, BUT four – clueless Dad – humanz to deal with.
Mom was watching from inside the garage and immediately instructed to get into the garage and she immediately closed the garage. During the closure of the electric garage door, the beheaded chicken started to freak out and scream into the night again. After all, it’s her first amendment right to exercise that stupid ‘freedom of speech’. It’s your fault – you damn Illuminati. Y’all wanted freedom. You got it!
We went indoors and turned off all our lights and watched yet another scene unfold. She was getting loud and walking westbound towards the two vehicles parked near the yellow fire hydrant located on the northwest corner of the Rue. A vehicle parked behind the white sedan took off down the Rue. The white sedan stayed.
Prior to the closure of the garage door, I saw those two vehicles and subtly gestured to them about the neighbor. So while we watched, she was screaming from the northeast corner of the intersection to MY long stretch of road. Someone was standing at the driver side of this white sedan.
She then made her way towards this parked vehicle. Dad and I could hear her talking loud but the distance was too far away to hear. I could see that the seated driver had flashed its red dot from inside the vehicle while the standing guy was listening to her falsely accusing me with her Juan.
And this went on for about another ten minutes until she walked back to the opened garage with the standing guy following her! This dark-skinned, skin-headed Asian, which was probably Filipino was wearing a long white T-shirt and a long blue/white Hawaiian floral pant below the knee. He walked with a confident stride and with his nose in the air.
I’m assuming that they are part of the crisis intervention team. I kid y’all not. Oh, the white sedan turned on its headlights and followed the twosome slowly and probably parked in front of her front yard. We were assuming that she’s pimping herself out to these strangers!
But we had to have our late dinner. I checked the phone number that I called earlier, pulled up the SJPD Non-Emergency phone number from my ‘Favorites’ section and didn’t realize that clicking on one of the ‘Favorites’ would trigger and automatic call-out, which was done at 2150. But i hung up real quickly before the call went out. That was about the time we finished eating dinner.
After washing and drying the dished, I assisted Dad and hauled out one of two bins. I let him handle the smaller, dark-green garbage bin; while I handled the larger, gray-blue recycle bin – taking care to minimize the thumping noise from the curb to the street.
Dad noticed a McD dark plastic top to a coffee and threw into my bin. Later, he picked-up a white paper at the corner of our shared chain link fence and I followed him back to the two garage bins on the street gutter.
I noticed a vehicle with its headlights turned on and facing our general direction. It was parked on the RUE and on the opposite side to the second story of David F, whose late father was a registered pedophile. I noticed that David F turned on his flood lights during the incident with the neighbor talking VERY loudly to the two spooks in the white sedan.
After Dad secured the side gate of our street side property and replacing the tall white garage with a new white plastic paper liner, we finished for this day.
20160707-2304. Mom exercised on the ZAAZ whole body machine, washed up and is currently snoring. Dad is sitting here with me after he washed up for the night. WE are watching The Alex Jones Channel on YouTube. It’s the Full Show on Resist Tyranny or Bow Down to Hillary – 07/06/16.
So that’s all I could do – laugh out loud, have faith in God and Allah that these exercises is to strengthen my noob nerves, keep reporting the ‘disturbance of peace’ to the police going forward for ever and wasting tax payers monies because you damn liberals failed the normal humanz, and to alert the choir members. Yup.
So Cheese asked about my parents and then about the neighbors. I said mom was taking a nap and dad was doing good. Then I pulled out my smartphone and shared the .mp4 video dated 20160704_115538, the time my parents and I arrived home from a nice shopping expedition.
I heard Jasmine chuckle behind me as I extracted my smartphone. Amy emphasized how the neighbor lived adjacent to me. And Cheese held my smartphone close to her left ear as the FULL volume of the smartphone transmitted and echoed in the choir box – YOU F-CKNG B*TCH! It’s my proof. Where’s yours?
Good luck to the new men in her life. I hope she doesn’t take her hatred to the next level against me and my human form, due to her imagination. Pray y’all won’t see and R.I.P. because she’s getting worse. Yup. Sigh. See y’all this Sunday choir mass. I’ll turn on my GPS location to prove my whereabouts.
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