fuck you fellas for sending that old gray ghost at me every morning. if he doesnt write this in the reports, heres what really happens at least once a week.
i lose him at the ralphs, i lose him at the rite aid, i lose him at wilshire and vermont, or i lose him at wilshire western.
ralphs is the easiest. it has two back doors, two mens rooms in the back area, all those aisles, all those people. rite aid has a front door and a back door and no one in there in the mornings so he can’t hide so he watches me go in the front and waits for me to go out the back. this is a child’s game and i never lose so who’s the child?
i saw you moved him in down the block. it was i who put up the “Convicted Child Molester” document on his front door last friday and laughed and laughed as it stayed up there all day saturday and all day sunday, only to be ripped down sunday evening when he got back from his weekend at his boyfriends. not that theres anything wrong with that, but theres something pisspoor about lack of professionalism and willingness to fail.
i got out of bed 10 minutes early this morning and didnt see him anywhere. saw your boy the tall marine instead. why do you all carry so much in your packs? gray hair has a backpack that is bursting, marine carries a dufflebag. how are you going to catch up to me at the wilshire fairfax 99 cent store that has a front and back door with a duffle bag through those narrow aisles? gray guy has a limp, now marine has a limp cuz i pay the bums behind Johnnies to bash their knees with a crowbar and when i worked for you i didnt get paid shit and i give those guys $20 each to crowbar your best men and $20 more if i see a limp and guess what, i give bonuses on top of that.
you trained me, you fucked with me, you lost me, you lose me.
some bright boy tried to put a bug in my water heater (!) and when i couldnt get a bunch of really hot water, guess what the mexican maintenence man found? a waterproof listening device with your signature all over it. didnt i see that at the Detective Store at Fisherman’s Wharf, but it doesnt sell, cuz it never worked. merle, it still doesnt work
i dont mind the attention, i mind the lack of respect. it’s embarrasing. it’s insulting.
you know what i’d like to see, you know what would be class? here’s what i would do if i were you: find out what the perp likes. do something that slightly alters his behavoir – and no, not a hot chick. let’s say he takes a certain bus at a certain time because he likes the driver or a passenger or an individual bus that’s clean or always empty. and then when you want to fuck with him, have his favorite busdriver turn to him one day as he’s flashing his pass, and say, “good morning, sonny.”
and that, i promise you, will ruin that fucker’s day.
now go jerk off and yell and stew, just like you always do.