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Trying to mind my own business. If I don’t want someone in my life, then I shouldn’t have to have that person in my life. No one should be forcing his or her self onto me. I just want to be left alone.

  • STALKER DUMPS DEAD ANIMAL IN STREET, 11-12-25

    This afternoon, I noticed that someone had dumped a dead animal in the street, directly across from my driveway, which is the favorite dumping ground of my Stalker. It is right where I can see it, and smell it. We did not see Stalker dump it, but we did see him playing with it, poking it, performing with it, to draw my attention with. He even let his dog chew on it and eat some of it.

    I let it sit there for several hours, while I decided what to do with it. And while I waited, Stalker remained in hiding, very silent, no music blasting, no patrolling the street. It was clear that he was in watching and waiting mode. I figured that as soon as I went out there to see what it was, Stalker would break cover and make a lot of noise. He was totally silent for about two hours, waiting for me to take the bait. But it was starting to get dark, and you can’t leave a rotten, dead animal out there indefinitely, even if a Stalker put it there to draw you into his view.

    So I went out there with a stick, to get rid of it, and sure enough, as soon as I touched it, Stalker busted out of his van, and started throwing trash around in his yard, to make noise with. I wasn’t surprised, I was expecting it.

    I don’t know what the animal was, but it was about the size of a cat, a stinking, flattened, fur-covered glob of meat and bones. If it was a cat, then it was missing it’s head and legs and internal organs. Stalker patrols the street several times a day, and he found, or maybe even killed this animal himself, so he could present it to me.

    I disposed of the stinking flesh by throwing it into the bushes across the street, and then I went back into my house. Stalker then immediately walked out of his yard, with a quick and excited stride, down the street and right past where I had dumped the remains. No doubt with a tremendous sense of fulfillment and accomplishment.

    He then returned to his yard and lit a smoky fire, to celebrate with, to announce his presence and to force himself on others.

    On 11-5-25, I picked up the empty milk jug that Stalker had thrown into my yard, and I threw it down onto the street, where it bounced into his yard.

    On 10-29-25, Stalker dumped a ripped-up old tarp, in the front of my yard, along the edge of the street. The tarp had sat in his yard, on the ground for several months, before he decided to dump it onto my place. I went out there and took several pictures and shared them with my friends. Surprisingly, that tarp was gone by that evening, though Stalker also dumped some new trash in my yard, food wrappers, which are still out there. If I pick them up, he’ll just replace them with some other trash.

    This is the tarp that Stalker dumped into my yard. At the bottom right of the image, you can also see the letter “J” that Stalker carved into the street, his claim of ownership of me.

    On 10-23-25, I was working in my yard, I was pruning my trees, to get them to become more bushy and to give me more privacy from Stalker looking down into my place. I was near the property line. So Stalker, while remaining in his own yard, came up close to watch me and to attempt to intimidate me. He got within about six feet of me, before I moved away to do something else. A few minutes later, I was back in the same area, and he again approached me, to within six feet, before I moved away again. He was in his yard, and I was in mine. I don’t want to be near him, I don’t want to see him or hear him. But, forcing himself onto people who don’t want to be around him, apparently gives him a feeling of power. PATHETIC.

  • STALKED, While I Do Yardwork, 10-16-25

    Today started out with the usual, early morning bullshit, as the sun is coming up, Stalker starts blasting his music, trying to wake us up. It goes on and off for a few hours, and while it is off, Stalker hears my wife talking to me, so of course he starts the blasting again. But he stops it from time to time, to listen, because I am an incredibly fascinating person to him, his life revolves around listening to and watching me.

    This afternoon, I went out into my yard, near the property line with the Stalker’s lot, I was preparing a hole and planting a tree in it. I want to get some privacy between me and that vile parasite that lives next door. It was quiet at the time, no music was blasting, but Stalker saw me, and he couldn’t stand it that I was so close, so of course he had to start the loud music. A battery-operated speaker on the roof of the van that he lives in, controlled by a Bluetooth connection with his cellphone, noise for the sake of seeking attention, attention that is never given.

    I worked on expanding my planting hole, it took a few hours, and Stalker had to know what I was doing. So he would turn off the music and walk around on his property quietly, to get into position to stare at me. Then it was back to the blasting. Then the blasting was off, and Stalker was walking the street, trying to look up into my yard. Then it was back to the blasting. Then, Stalker went into the wilderness across the street, to stare at me and to break branches off of trees. Then he was blasting again and making smoke from the fire he lit to get attention with. Smoke, smoke and more smoke. I took a break for awhile, and while I was coming back to my project, I saw Stalker on the street in front of my property, he was checking up on me to see where I had gone to. And as soon as I saw him, he immediately turned around and headed back home. Then it was back to the blasting again.

    I finished my planting project, and I wanted to do more yard work, but it had started raining, so I had to stop. I was away from my front yard, so what did Stalker do? He put on his jacket, cinched the hood up tight over his head, and went out in the rain, walking down the street past my place to see where I was and what I was doing.

    I stayed out of the weather for awhile, because I didn’t want to get wet. I was nowhere to be seen, and Stalker couldn’t stand it. So he took his portable boom box and went into the back of his property, where he blasted me from there for a few hours, stopping the music occasionally, to repetitiously beat a piece of wood with a hammer. Is he building something? NO. But I finished building a fence a few weeks ago, and of course that required driving nails. So Stalker has it in his head, that pounding a board with a hammer, over and over and over again, is a really cool thing to do. NOISE FOR THE SAKE OF NOISE.

    I then turned on my generator, because I needed to charge some things up. But it was low on gas, so it only ran for about five minutes, and then it died. Stalker was quiet when the generator first died, but he noticed it’s silence, and he couldn’t stand that peaceful moment. So even though it had become dark outside, and it was still raining, Stalker started pounding on his board with his hammer, continuously, as I re-fueled my generator.

    I got the generator running again, and as I post this update, it is still on, and I expect that as soon as I turn it off, that I will hear some idiotic and unnecessary noise from the Stalker.

  • Greetings, FROM A STALKER, 10-5-25

    My wife and I are coming home tonight, in the dark, and it’s raining. Coming up the hill, I see flashes of light near my property. As I pull up in front of my house, Stalker, wearing dark clothing, suddenly shoots out of his yard, and out into the street, to look at me and to show himself. Not knowing when I would come home, he had to have been watching and waiting for hours, looking at all the cars coming up the street, waiting for that very special moment when I came home. I’m not a celebrity. I’m not famous or rich. I’m not gay or bi-sexual. I live a very boring and ordinary life. But still, I am under 24/7 surveillance, from someone whose life completely revolves around me. Like a drug addict craving his shot of heroin, Stalker can’t function without his fix of ME. And explaining this to people, is one of the hardest things I’ve ever tried to do. It is so far out, so extreme, so bizarre, that people can’t imagine that this shit ACTUALLY HAPPENS.

    So as I’m getting out of my car, Stalker is rushing into his property, to turn on and start blasting his music. For several minutes, as I unload my car, the music blasts and blasts, in the dark and rain, for no reason except that I AM HERE.

    Three days ago, on 10-2-25, I was painting the front of my house, and Stalker couldn’t stand it. He repeatedly walked by, silently, to check up on me. But that wasn’t good enough for him, he wasn’t putting on enough of a show and I wasn’t paying enough attention to him.

    So he walked into the wilderness area across the street from me, and kept stopping to turn around and face me, before continuing in deeper. He went in about 40 feet from the road, then stopped, and partially hid himself for a few minutes, while he quietly watched me from behind the bushes. (This was the same area he was in, on 9-28-25.) He then broke a branch off of a tree, and loudly and quickly walked home with it, and started a smoky fire.

    As of now, 10-5-25, since I’ve been home, Stalker has walked past my house, in the dark, with his boom box blasting. Right now, no one is around, but Stalker is outside yelling and blasting his music.

  • STALKER IN THE BUSHES, 9-28-25

    Stalker was seen this afternoon, entering the bushes across the street from me, then disappeared into them. He came out a few minutes later, carrying a log. He has plenty of trees and bushes in his own yard, but maybe clearing out a spot across the street to watch me from, is just too exciting a temptation to resist.

    This evening, we come home, and within 5 minutes, Stalker is blasting his boom box, heavy metal, Black Sabbath, “Satan sitting there, he’s smiling” The heavy metal blasts for a half hour, and then he shuts it off, and starts yelling out, “Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy”, over and over again, for as loud as he can, for ten minutes, pretending to be calling his dog. Then he starts blasting his boom box again, some kind of gay music this time, and walks slowly past my place in the dark, lingering slowly. He goes down the street, or maybe just into hiding somewhere, then comes back in ten minutes for round two, walking back up slowly, with more gay music blasting.

    He’s quiet now, but he’s probably out there somewhere, watching and listening for me. Most likely, the boom box will start blasting again before the night is over.

    Here below, is a picture set from 2022, when the stalking got started, but before we got the restraining order against him. He had just purchased a new motorcycle, was trying to force himself on us, and he stopped in front of our driveway, got off the bike, walked away and left it there for several minutes, before coming back to get it. We just DON’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT HIM OR HIS BIKE.

  • STALKER IN WAITING, 9-20-25

    I’m coming home tonight, as the sun is starting to go down, I’m going up the hill towards my house, and from a distance, I can see Stalker walking slowly in the middle of the street. He was patrolling, watching and waiting for me. He sees me coming, then he runs off the road and into the bushes, about 30 feet from my driveway. As I drive by him, he initially has his back to me, then he turns around and pretends to be surprised that I’m passing by. He stares at me, won’t take his eyes off of me as he pretends to just then be breaking a branch off a tree. Reality is, he had the branch already broken, and waiting there, because he wanted to be seen clearing that unoccupied lot. He wants to be close to me, to see me and be seen, and to clear out as much of the foliage there as he can, to eliminate any privacy I have. He doesn’t own that land, and neither do it. But he’s making trails in it, clearing it out, getting close to me and spying on me and my wife. And while he was wandering the street, and hiding in the bushes, he had his boom box on, on full blast, in his yard.

    In the past week, Stalker has set up large mirrors on the hill across the street from him, so he can sit in his van in his yard, and look into my yard. And no, he doesn’t own that land either, it is owned by the County of Hawaii, it is a nature preserve. But Stalker has multiple mirrors in there, along with other trash. Take over the land, fill it with trash and spy on your neighbor.

    Stalker likes to vary his routine, takes a couple days off or changes up his stalking hours. Always keeping things fresh and exciting, as he lives out his fantasy life. Keep them guessing, how the game is going to be played. Stalker hadn’t put trash directly in my yard, for about a year, but in the past week, he has dumped two, different, food containers in the parking strip in front of my house. I don’t pick them up, I just kick them out into the street. No point in picking them up, as soon as I do, he’ll just put out more. The trash he dumped directly across the street from my driveway, is still there, it’s been a year already. Last week, after three days in a row of silence and hiding, Stalker started blasting his music at 8:50 p.m., and kept it blasting until 2:30 a.m. He was stalking the street in front of me, in the middle of the night, while music blasted from his boom box in his yard. The next night, he started blasting at 9:10 p.m., and it lasted for a half hour.

    At the time of publication of this post, it is dark, after 8 p.m., and Stalker is again blasting his boom box. Will probably go on for hours.

  • Fire Department Came Again on 9-2-25

    Early in the morning, September 1, 2025, it’s still dark, I’m going out to get the car going, and Stalker can hear me moving around, so he slams his van door, to say, ‘here I am, I can hear you, I’m watching and waiting for you’. Even though he doesn’t work and has nowhere to go, he makes a point of waking up early, to live out his fantasy relationship with me. I take the driveway chain off the post, it makes a thumping sound as it hits the ground, and Stalker responds by slamming something down in his yard. He was waiting for my chain to drop, and he had something ready with him, to make noise with.

    That evening, I come home, I’m getting out of my car, and Stalker is blasting his boom box, some song loop repeating dozens of times, “welcome home, welcome home”, over and over again, while he simultaneously moved flashlight beams all over his property and into the street. It goes on for 10 minutes, and then Stalker turns his boom box off. He then starts shouting out loud, over and over again, “Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy”, as he pretends to be calling for his dog. This crap goes on for another ten minutes, and then Stalker starts blasting his boom box for an hour. It then starts raining, and even though its dark, Stalker grabs his umbrella and his boom box and takes his dog out for a walk in front of my house. He walks past my driveway, stops, turns around and does it again, repeatedly, while blasting his boom box. This goes on for a half hour, until Stalker returns home to blast his boom box for hours into the night.

    On September 2, 2025, Stalker is again in front of my place, displaying himself, working his usual route of repeatedly walking past my place, stopping, then turning around to go home.

    Later that day, Stalker is dragging a tree branch past my place, that he stole from the property next to me, which means that he is preparing a fire for me that evening.

    At 6:24 p.m., the Fire Department arrives, to put out the latest fire that Stalker started. I just don’t understand why they don’t give citations to this fool.

    Later on, it is dark, and Stalker is out on his motorcycle, patrolling the street, looking for us, wanting to pretend that he just happened to be there as we arrived. But he missed us. And when we got home, Stalker was nowhere to be seen, but his motorcycle was in front of his lot, unattended and running, and it’s lights were on, while loud music blasted from his boom box somewhere in his yard. ANOTHER desperate ploy for attention.

    And though he eventually turned the motorcycle off, the blasting music lasted for hours into the night.

    The following image is from his nightly stalking run, in February, 2025.

  • Shining A Flashlight Into My Yard

    This was a regular thing, before the restraining order went into effect. The 24-hour stalking never ended, but the flashlights onto my house and yard at least ended. But Stalker has a new game now, he wears a headlight at night now, and if he hears me in my driveway by the street, he comes running out into the street to look at me, and lights me up that way. If I’m not near the street, Stalker occasionally quickly runs beams of light through my yard, spots of moving light, here and there. All while pretending to do something else. Life is a game to play.

    As I prepare this post, right before 9 p.m.,  it’s dark outside, and Stalker is walking by outside, running his nightly patrol route, while BLASTING HIS BOOM BOX.

    I have dozens of nighttime pictures, and thousands of pictures taken during the day.

  • Stalker Set His Own Yard On Fire

    Last Saturday, the Stalker SET HIS OWN YARD ON FIRE.

    For years, his daily burning had been up in the front of his yard, near the street, where people could see the smoke and flames, so people would LOOK AT HIM. A few times, he even lit cardboard boxes on fire along the edge of the street, then got on his motorcycle and rode around the block, leaving the flaming cardboard unattended. But I guess that wasn’t good enough, he needed more game.

    So in the middle of the night, on August 23, 2025, he set a smoldering fire in the back of his yard. And by about 12 p.m., the wind had picked up pretty good, and the wild grass, weeds and trees at the back of his lot, went up in flames, in an area of about 50 feet by 100 feet. And somebody, possibly the Stalker himself, called the fire department. (In the past, he had called the police on himself to do a welfare check on him when he wasn’t there, and then watched from a distance as they attempted to make contact with him. Then, as soon as the police left, he came roaring up on his motorcycle.) The firemen arrived at about 12:15 p.m., and they tried to access the fire through my yard, but realized that that wouldn’t work. So they went through the Stalker’s front yard, to the back of his yard, to put out the fire. And while the firemen were on his property, putting out a fire that he had set, the Stalker REMAINED IN HIDING INSIDE HIS VAN. There were fire trucks on the street, 20 feet from his van, and firemen working on a fire, 50 feet behind his van, and he stayed in hiding inside that van the whole time.

    He stayed in hiding all throughout the day, on August 23, and didn’t blast his usual music nor do his front yard burning. Then, at 6:30 a.m., the next day, he heard my wife and I moving around, and he just had to come spy on us, so he came out, started up his motorcycle, and drove slowly past my driveway. He went down the street a little, turned around, and 30 seconds later, came riding slowly by again. Then, it was back to the usual business of blasting his music all day, and burning in the front yard.

    On a separate note, for the past several months, the Stalker has been going on the property next to me, breaking branches off of trees, to try and eliminate any privacy I have. He has created pathways on the privately owned land next to me, to get access to my property on that side, and he has cleared open viewing areas so that my backyard can be seen from the street. He also uses these open pathways he created, so that he can stand on the street, stare into my yard and blast music through them with his boom box. He regularly, daily, sometimes hourly, walks slowly past my place, blasting his boom box. As a bonus for him, he slowly drags the branches that he stole from that yard, past my place, so that I can see him, and then he burns those branches to make smoke with. He’s slowly clearing out the property next to me… on land that he doesn’t even own.

  • The OV Stalker-Part 2

    And for the next six months, this became a daily routine, as soon as I got home, the Stalker’s generator and boom box went on and smoke started flooding into my yard. And concurrent with this, the active stalking started.

    The Stalker had always roamed the street at night, shining a flashlight and laser into the lots up and down my street, but now, all of his attention was on me and my yard and house. Several times a day, he passed by my place, stopping at my driveway entrance for several minutes at a time, staring into my place and sometimes taking pictures. At night, he regularly walked by and shined a flashlight onto my house.

    When I would come home, he habitually came out of his lot, walked out into the street and stared at me. He would then return home, to blast his music and start his weed and trash burning. He also started following me around, everywhere I went.

    He bought a motorcycle and drove it by my place repeatedly.
    He parked the motorcycle at my driveway entrance, then walked away, leaving it there for several minutes.
    He repeatedly made U-turns in front of my driveway entrance.
    He repeatedly drove slowly past my place, then suddenly blasted off.
    He started constantly driving by and honking his horn.
    He started following me around Ocean View, wherever I went, up and down Aloha Boulevard, to Ace Hardware and Malama market.
    Whenever I would go out into town, he would get on his motorcycle and follow me or look for me. He was always trying to show himself to me, waiting for me to pass by, waving to me, pointing to me, or driving towards me and staring at me.
    Dozens of times, as soon as I would come home, he would suddenly appear on his motorcycle, like he had been waiting and watching for me.
    He would stand on the street corner, waiting for me to come home, then walked past my place, and immediately started blasting his music and burning leaves and trash.
    He started coming to my work and hung out there for hours at a time, wandering around the store aimlessly, loitering for minutes at a time wherever my wife and I were, while staring at us and pretending to shop.
    He left a box of candy in our yard, like he was in love with us, like he was our friend.

    This shit went on for six months, and I never yelled at him, never confronted him and never called the police or fire department on him. I wanted to be a more decent person than him and to set an example of peace and non-retaliation. I figured that he would eventually get tired of the stalking and leave me alone. But that never happened.

    After that first six months of his ongoing stalking, and me just ignoring and avoiding him, he approached me as I was arriving home. He said that he wanted to be friends. I didn’t even bring up the stalking, I just stayed casual and disinterested, told him I was busy, and went into the house. I saw no point in engaging with him, confronting him or even telling him what he already knew he was doing. He knew what he was doing, and yet he pretended that the stalking, burning and blasting never occurred.

    A few months after that, I was in my yard, doing gardening, and he came out of his van, that was still on the street, and walked up to me near the property line, and said, “how’s it going?”. I then told him that I want nothing to do with him, don’t talk to us and just leave us alone. He said that he just wanted to be friends. I told him again that I wanted nothing to do with him. He then started yelling at me, telling me that I was rude. I told him to go away, and he responded by yelling that he wasn’t going anywhere, that he had a Constitutional right to stand wherever he wanted and to yell at me as much as he wanted and say whatever he wanted to, and that there was nothing I could do about it. So I called 911, and told the operator that my neighbor was yelling at me, that I wanted the police sent out and that my neighbor is stalking me. He heard me talking to the operator, and when I used the word, “stalking”, he started yelling, “STALKING, STALKING?”, and, “I JUST WANTED TO BE FRIENDS”.

    So the police came out, and I told them the whole months-long story of the creep following us around, walking and driving by our place, shining a flashlight into our yard and windows, the blasting music and burning weeds, the coming to our work and watching us, watching and waiting for us on our street, and always showing himself to us. The creep then approached the police in front of my house and started yelling at them that he just wanted to be friends, that there was something wrong with me and that I was acting like a scared kid who got beat up in school a lot. The police listened to his ranting and raving for about 20 minutes, they seemed to not understand how out of line and irrational he was. But they eventually got him back in his yard and settled down.

    The police then came back and told me that I should get a restraining order against him. And they said that if that guy acted up again, to call them. And an hour later, the Stalker was in his yard, yelling at me repeatedly, “I’LL GET YOU, I’LL GET YOU”. So I called the police again, and they called the creep and got him to settle down. They also said that if he made threats like that again, that they would arrest him. They got him to settle down for the night.

    But the next day, as soon as I arrived home after work, the Stalker was back to doing his usual stuff, running the noisy generator, blasting music and burning weeds and trash.
    So I filed a restraining order against him. And on the day of the hearing, a few hours before court, he was standing in front of my driveway, staring in. At the hearing, he denied everything, told the judge that he had cancer, and that he might not be able to make it to the actual trial. The judge told him to call the court if he couldn’t make it next time, and she issued a temporary restraining order against him, until the actual trial, a few weeks later. And when I got home from court that day, I saw that the Stalker had left an empty cardboard box in my driveway, near where he had been standing. EVERYTHING IS A GAME, a psychological head fuck to play on people and snicker about.

    A few weeks later, my wife and I were back in court for the actual trial. But the Stalker didn’t show up, so we won the case by default. The restraining order is from November of 2023 until November of 2026.

    But despite getting the restraining order, only two things changed, the Stalker stopped coming to my work, and he stopped shining lights into my yard. But EVERYTHING ELSE CONTINUED ON AS BEFORE, the smoke, the noise blasting, the walking by my place with and without his boom box, the driving by while honking his horn, the searching for us when we left home, following us home, and always showing himself to us when we arrived home.

    The active stalking continues to this day, 24 hours a day, we are always under observation, always subject to amplified noise, music, talk shows, electronic noise and conversations about sex acts, body parts and poop.

  • The OV Stalker-Part 1

    The stalker moved here to Ocean View in 2022, after he was evicted from Tower Waiakea Apartments in Hilo, where he was involved in numerous legal cases, including restraining orders against him. He has a long legal history in Hawai and California, involving restraining orders against him, and arrests for domestic violence and child neglect.

    In Ocean View, he started living in a van on the street, in front of an undeveloped lot, owned by his son. He didn’t work, he just stayed in the van all day, blasting music, smoking and drinking.

    And when he wasn’t in the van, he was in the bushes by my property, staring at my wife and I. I didn’t like this creepy behavior, but he was in his own yard, and I figured that there wasn’t anything I could do about it, so I didn’t say anything to him about it.

    A few weeks after he moved in, another neighbor came around and started building cabins in the lava tube next to him, because that neighbor and his wife had dreams of living in a lava tube.

    But the new neighbor, Joe, quickly got into bad terms with the Stalker, and the Stalker began regularly lighting ground fires and kicking the embers into the lava tube. Joe and his wife called the fire department and the police about a dozen times, but the Stalker was never arrested or ticketed for what he did. And he was NEVER embarrassed or ashamed when firemen or police showed up, he LOVED the attention.

    Eventually, Joe and his wife just stopped coming around. They had completed three structures, but they just abandoned them. Several months of hard work for nothing.

    So now that Joe and his wife were gone, the Stalker tried all he could, to invade my life and lure me into serving him. I came home one day, to find him in my yard, and he said that he was hunting chickens. I told him to leave and to never trespass again. A few weeks later, he gave me his full name and date of birth, and wanted me to pick up his prescriptions for him. I refused. He texted me a few times with a list of things that he wanted me to buy for him at the store that I work at, and I refused that also.

    One day when I was home, he approached me and said that he would pay me to charge his cellphone on my generator. But I didn’t want to be in regular contact with him, so I offered him an alternative, I offered to give him my old, noisy generator, that didn’t run right, and told him that if he could fix it, he could keep it. And despite that I gave him a free generator, and helped him carry it to his yard, he had to make the comments about my small house, “is this all you have, or do you have some secret house somewhere?”.

    For months, he lived in the van on the street, and would blast the radio all day, and would wear down the battery, and then ask me to jumpstart it for him. I was subject to the blasting noise all day, and then he expected me to rescue him, every time he depleted his battery, so he could blast me again and then ask for my help again.

    The third time he asked me, I very politely declined, by telling him repeatedly that he was too dependent on me. I didn’t yell at him, didn’t tell him to fuck off, but remained firm and polite, I didn’t help him, and then I went to work.

    There was no reason to yell or get angry, I wasn’t mad at him, even though he was creepy and parasitic, and I still planned on being polite to him in the future.

    But when I got home that evening, his hatred for me was in a full, boiling rage. As soon as he saw me, he started up that very loud and noisy generator that I had given him for free out of the kindness of my own heart, used it against me to make noise with, and powered his boom box on full blast with it, while simultaneously burning a trash fire to make smoke flood into my yard. And this went on for hours, while I tried to sleep and breathe, as I had to work the next day. 

    And for the next six months, this became a daily routine, as soon as I got home, the Stalker’s generator and boom box went on and smoke started flooding into my yard.

    Part 2 is HERE.

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