Yeah, so my walls were buzzing as I was drying off and getting dressed from my late afternoon shower. It was 5 p.m., close to the mail delivery time. Not enjoying my moment to breathe and relax, I catch my breath and get up to see the mail hasn’t been delivered yet, and no one is around to answer my inquiry on the time of its arrival.
So I return a few minutes later, only to find the same thing. However, my phone was still in need of charging. It slipped my mind as I was waiting in the lobby. The clerk returns and says the mail isn’t here yet. Suddenly, at the same time, almost simultaneously, the postal worker pulls up, my phone goes out, and I feel a sharp pain, as one of the annoying folks in the wall has an evil, foul, intrusive spirit, like I don’t know, but go figure. The one that sounds like 50 Cent, but you’d think you were listening to the roll call from one of those Illuminati YouTube or Facebook videos… Yeah, but I’m baffled by this all at once, as are the collected voice vocals of familiar personalities in this now deep fake era!
I go charge up, not rushing the fella, but like, how long does it take to deliver one piece of mail!? I’m charging up all the way over on the other side of the lobby, away from the fella, when I hear something about a studio gangster floating up out of his mouth. I mean, I have been away from the studio since I was 22, as Social Security tells me, so maybe! I mean, it did take me to hit “sidewalk” bottom and bounce back up onto the first or bottom rung up off of if not out of street life, homelessness, that is, in particular, acquiring a documentary, but I’d say just the opposite, as I’ve been living it real live, as in real life! So anyway, I go press it like, “Am I good yet?”
He says, “Go ahead, I just got here.”
I say, “I know.” Because unbeknownst to him, I just got alerted to his presence by my moment of truth! It’s empty!
He repeats, “I just got here.”
I repeat, “I know.” Never mind, he did a walk around before he got started, but I chilled, not making any mention.
So I return once more to my room. I hear in the distance, “At least I know he ain’t coming back out here with a gun…”
Of course not, even though they’ve been trying me and assassinating my character as well as berating my senses, putting them on overload. The whole sense of the program is to stand down, which has worked for me because I’ve been productive, but it’s a drawback because now they’re being intrusive and are making me susceptible to their germs in addition 2 disturbances in, or rather through, the walls, sounding like surround sound! (Which would be the name of my former rap group I came out with in my studio days.) When my storage locker was double bolted behind an iron gate! So that’s like a double negative, 2 be getting fake pressed out into an overload by an inside game cheat code, and I don’t even live out in that Palmer Park Brightest Rd area anymore, at the top of the hill like a real true HILL FIGURE $hining ATOP A HILL! It was fun while it lasted but now, after conquering the biggest hill of them all here in the most powerful city in the world, and after being deemed over the hill so to speak by my housing placement when I’m expected to respect my program guidelines in which I am the one setting the grade, grain and standard in the same exemplary fashion as I displayed whilst I negotiated seven years straight in the streets of off homelessness! It’s jealousy in addition to misery in action when folks get this vindictive to the point of getting into the walls affecting my mind, spirit, and soul as they try to incorporate and intertwine their selves, outlooks, views, values, & opinions within my mind 2 the point of stifling my creative concepts and all while disrupting my livelihood and writing! Just as I was launching into something big, too! The next phase of my life whilst bringing forth the past!
Furthermore, my PayPal card was stolen just as I had again finally renewed my activity with my 3rd employer at the recent Dave Chappelle show at the Capital One Arena this past December. Unfortunately, I realized it was missing too late, as I wondered and marvelled at a possible inside job! My apartment had been breached before, and I am still without a replacement mattress, let alone an apology for my ruptured air mattress. In fact, I have a collection of my newly ordered Amazon appliances that are now out of order, which I have not been able to successfully return, harming my account! Unfortunately, I’ve had no success cancelling the card from PayPal. I could literally see the $2 transactions eating up my paycheck, for which I have no answer or solution as 2 how they got it besides boldly! My phone numbers have even been snatched off my phone devices by new technology and more “inside man” games at these “rogue” telephone companies selling information to hackers in this ongoing deep fake era! At least I got my new check card safely in the mail! That’s a step in the right direction in a new year! That’ll be a better answer than the “it got lost in the mail” the bank manager gave me about the $40,000 check I found in my previous apartment addressed 2 me. I’m not so sure if I opened it & paused & forgot due 2 the timing of it or if it was just a straight up plant! Either way, being a banker by mail, i nonchalantly mailed in, like really now how does he know that yet I can’t get a straight answer from the guaranteed bank money insurancer as to whether such a large check in my name was cashed or even valid after signing it and mailing it, off and out! I NEED ME LAWYERS!~ 🙄
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