I never threaten anyone, am nonviolent, and never break the law (that I know of), but I do believe in expressing myself.
I am very unhappy at seeing you accompanying that teenage young lady around the neighborhood. I see three possibilities, one that you are offering sincere friendship and guidance as she steps out in the wider world — except that I don’t think this is in your repertoire, two, that you are grooming her for herself, or three, that you are grooming her for the local NYPD rapetilian/lizard loverboy hominoids that I believe you are acquainted with.
I do not want to see her someday ‘batting her eyes’ at me while constantly checking with her NYPD lover/coach on the sidelines. This has happened to me twice, openly, and by inference, one other time.
She doesn’t deserve whatever you are offering her. But then you and the NYPD rapetilians are psychopaths and other human beings are simply pawns in that world.
We can stop pretending to be friends. If we cross paths, I will not be acknowledging your presence, kindly do the same.
I once knew this person from demos, way back when, but I no longer remember his name. “Oscar” comes to mind, but that might be wrong. I’m not implying he is a psychopath.
I believe he is (or was) my new checker-upper-er. For example a day after I came out of a hospital, I’m walking uptown, and I notice him pacing me on the other side of Broadway for 2-3 blocks. What the hay?! Then he speeds up and a few minutes later, he’s walking towards me on my side, studying me. There was a street market, but he wasn’t looking at anything else. (The doctors had said I had gotten ill because I had gone cold turkey on certain medications after my pharmacy kept claiming not to have received the refill order – though my personal doctor said they had spoken to the pharmacy directly. The no paper prescription law is a serious problem.) Then recently, one day he’s walking in traffic lanes against the direction of travel until he passes by my car directly. Again, that was after I had been extremely ill. A little odd. (For a long time I was either deathly ill or perfectly fine, now it may take me a little while to feel fine, plus I have internal organ damage.)
All my other checker-upper-ers have been psychopaths. He’s not. Interesting.
This pic disappeared from every single one of my electronic backups (I consider that a strong argument that it is crime depicting), even the hidden ones (perhaps they all have RFID aspects). I couldn’t figure out where I could safely keep it, until I suddenly thought, ‘why not post it on my blog?’, indeed.