You f****** bitch,
You f****** bitch
I could hear this through his closed windows from houses away, screaming at me.
Police at A & W told me when they knew I had worked in the courts:
“We can get James, and he will be detained.”
At the end of the day, I meant, not long enough. Look, this jerk even lives in my neighbourhood.
Sitting on his balcony, singing
Singing my name
Telling me bad songs with my name
Pictures of his once beautiful daughters that he molested
He thinks everyone else is a molester like him
He has a criminal record
Lost his job of thirty years for diddling children
Irene in the courts taught me that word = diddling
I know he wants me to write this. He wants to be a star. I take pity. The only reason I ever helped him is that I took pity. I did what the occult shop told me to do as I wear my cross, a God-fearing Christian, and he’s Jewish, and he was trying to kill me with a lock of my hair.
Now, do you know why some women wear weaves and hijabs and wigs?
“F*** off, Josh,”
Just not funny
Standing in my ‘hood as I knew I should just do my friggin’ exercise
Knew the w***** was on probation
Probation officer calls and tells him it was violized
I would have killed him and got away Scott-free.
I can’t even do my work with this nut job around. Look online = he even calls himself that = everyone knew he was crazy including the Ontario Arts Council = I simply took Christian pity. Which yes is talking to some crazy people?
This nut job is trying to kill me and my family and it’s not just me in the neighbourhood. All he wants even is a good screw and money. Who knew he would not get either from me? Who then, is his next victim?