Tag: mySpooks

For the second time, I saw VERY dark but ILLEGALLY tinted side windows to a light beige-colored boat of a car parked near yellow fired hydrant. I assumed it could an investigator hired by the next door, Linda, a divorcee, who wants to make sure her second husband, Juan, doesn’t bring over his `compadres` without her prior knowledge or permission to HER house.

I slowed the Mercedes-Benz E430 momentarily in the opposite direction on our way to morning mass and flicked the sucker off. My bad! The sun shield barely covered half my face but mostly my forehead to avoid any photos by the goon. The same vehicle was parked around the same time on Monday, August 5, 2009.

Yesterday, Tuesday, August 5, 2009 a dark pickup truck took off from MY road at the same time I was backing out from the driveway on our way to morning mass. I did a California roll at the stop sign and sped very fast northbound on MY road, trailing the old, dark-skin headed man, who sported that typical Samoan-like necklace around the rear view mirror. He was smoking through his open driver’s window. It appears that he lives past Fl!ck!ng#r Rd. along MY road.

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While blowing the eucalyptus leaves from under the eucalyptus tree, off the sidewalk and the gutter, a stupid SJSU highway patrol car cruises down MY drive, makes a southbound left on MY road, makes a U-turn where I dumped the cheapass city’s stupid leaves. I turned off the leaf blower, walked slowly away and pretended to water the plants inside OUR PROPERTY. Then it cruises very slowly due a RUE and past the house of a late pedophile.

I flicked it off from a distance. Of course this happened a few minutes after extracting the eye-sore implanted into OUR PROPERTY by the USDA. I kicked the contraption into pieces, only to find it re-installed by Paw about an hour later.

Three more spooks on bicycle rode by: the same barrel-shaped, pot-bellied, old white, gray-bearded guy with a T-shirt flapping behind his white cap and two young adults sporting black outfits on black bikes.

At around 12:22pm, the black-clothed red-haired girl (without a helmet) and a dark-haired guy (with a helmet) left their parked spot under a eucalyptus tree, next to the house across from us. Of course, I was being loud and made all sorts of comments, while hiding behind that tall rose bush located on the side of MY road. The red-haired girl looked behind her right shoulder about two times. I flicked her off.

At about the same time, the old white, gray-bearded guy came up from MY drive and took a right on MY road, sprinting closely behind the two white people, who made a left across the street and onto the opposite direction. The dark-haired guy stopped by one of the trees near the corner of a road and looked at the base of the tree for whatever reason.

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En route to DeCA in Moffett Field, CA, saw white van apply break lights, signal left into NB 101 upon our arrival, one exit prior to the Great America Pkwy off-ramp. Flashed my right turn signal after passing incident around 1000AM.

At 2011pm, a Mexicana rang our door bell twice. Maw answered first, turning her away. After Maw closed the door, I immediately went over to open it again, looked around in the twighlight of night and caught the girl glancing sideways in my direction with me mumbling something afterward.

At 2033pm and while seated in front of the television, I answered next, declining with Maw hollering behind me our lack of interest. Both times the girl walked southbound on MY road. Maw stormed out the front door the second time and went to `wrong` way down OUR drive.

She had long hair with loose curls, wore a tight, long-sleeve, orange-colored stretchable shirt and tight dark blue jeans and had a diamond-like necklace in the shape of a heart. I believe she wore more blings around her wrist and thought quickly she must be rich and thought she must live somewhere in the cul-de-sac behind us.

I saw a bicycle riding northbound on MY road on the first visit. Then I saw a fat Mexicano in white shirt and white, knee-length pants walk eastbound on OUR drive on the second visit, passing in front of the house across from ours.

Maw said she’s a drug addict. I say she one of those ACORN-ites. I thought to myself, I’m gonna buy me a shotgun and call the cops next time!

At 1015AM, a white truck with loads of trash was about to dump on MY side of the road. I hurriedly peeped up and over our side fence and screamed out: `Don’t dump here`! The skinny man, who appeared Asian or whatever, drove straight ahead and made a U-turn and dumped logs of tree trunks on the opposite side of our road, near the yellow fire hydrant. I made a police alarm sound and wrote down his CA license plate # 5J5541(six) on a block of sticky note.

An old, pot-bellied, white guy rode by on his bicycle. He wore a white shirt, shorts and a hat with a T-shirt hanging out on the back. I screamed out to the spook that the guy was dumping stuff on the curb yonder. Then a younger, good-looking white chap was jogging in the opposite direction and I screamed the same to him. But of course, I was bored and my voice has always been too soft to be heard in normal conversation, let alone in screaming for no apparent reason. So don’t fret about my rants. None cares anyway.

Then a bigger truck with a black-colored dump was parked one block on MY road again but next to the house in front of us. Two Hispanic, Latino or whatever guys were waiting, alongside two orange colored cones. Earlier, I eyed two more dumps on MY road, next to a house of Mexicans living in a court behind us but near the railroad intersection.

At 1700PM and for the first time, Poi, the droopy-eyed, pot-bellied unmarried parishioner came by to drop off some ukoy (a circular-shaped, deep-fried tempura batter of dried shirmp) for Maw. We exchanged a few words of her not voting for Barack Obama and my telling her that I’m just listening to what goof he would say that time.

Of course as I sat in front of the televised programming and not hearing all to well what the Messiah is spewing over the background of Maw making all sorts of excited conversation, I was pissed and didn’t send her off or say goodbye. All Poi does is talk about her friends and bragging about being someone special.

I, of course, remember being at party and sitting at a table with Poi, Emmer and his wife, who flicked of Poi after I rolled my eyeballs at her, a signal that Poi was spewing nonsense about how her friends would bring her out to party on her birthday. I didn’t say good or whatever but queried if she would reciprocate to her friends. But the old fart was too droopy for my comfort.

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