Stalker Journal

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.