Monday, April 02, 2007
Call of the Wild Child, Part 5
Call 7: Early March, exactly two years to the day since the first call, Kristi called yet again. Fortunately, I was asleep, and my ringers were off, so the voice mail recorder got her call. Now “my daughter” has a name – Trina. She also has some job skills of which I was unaware – she and her friend Tammy are running a whorehouse up in north Georgia while they are stalking Kristi. Hey, I’m all for multi-tasking, so what’s the problem? Kinda makes me feel like a proud mama! Yeah, that’s my girl, all right! Rock on, little one.
So how does one go about proving one doesn’t have a daughter – or children of any kind? This call did it – this one was the last straw. At the beginning of this call, Kristi can be heard laughing, and throughout the entire call, as she is ranting and raving in a most maniacal way, someone else can be heard laughing in the background. It sounds like she is having entirely too much fun at this, so after I added this one to the long tape that was being developed, I started looking through my notes again (I didn’t want to have to listen to all the messages again – it’s rather creepy the first time, let alone multiple times later) to see what else I could find as to her current location. (I’m such a lousy stalker, I don’t even know where she lives.) [Guess I should ask Trina, eh?] All I have for her is a cell phone number, and although numerous people have told me those can be used to locate someone’s address, despite numerous attempts, so far it hasn’t happened. I suppose I could go to the PI for her address, but he was such an asshole the last time I talked to him that I’d just as soon not. He probably wouldn’t give it to me anyway. I googled one of the numbers I had written down in my notes, and it turned out to be the O’Charleys where she works, complete with street address, so now I had a work address, even if that was the only one I had. Now we can play hardball. (Perhaps the POE-leece will have to go to the PI for her address if they can’t find her at O’Charleys, and I don’t see him not giving it to THEM.)
I left the cassette of her messages with a friend to convert to CD, and the following Monday I went to the county courthouse and filed charges of telephone harassment against her, because I was told that what she has done so far does not entitle me to file a restraining order against her, since she isn’t calling me a certain number of times a day. With the work address, I at least had a fighting chance of getting some action taken against her.
So how does one go about proving one doesn’t have a daughter – or children of any kind? This call did it – this one was the last straw. At the beginning of this call, Kristi can be heard laughing, and throughout the entire call, as she is ranting and raving in a most maniacal way, someone else can be heard laughing in the background. It sounds like she is having entirely too much fun at this, so after I added this one to the long tape that was being developed, I started looking through my notes again (I didn’t want to have to listen to all the messages again – it’s rather creepy the first time, let alone multiple times later) to see what else I could find as to her current location. (I’m such a lousy stalker, I don’t even know where she lives.) [Guess I should ask Trina, eh?] All I have for her is a cell phone number, and although numerous people have told me those can be used to locate someone’s address, despite numerous attempts, so far it hasn’t happened. I suppose I could go to the PI for her address, but he was such an asshole the last time I talked to him that I’d just as soon not. He probably wouldn’t give it to me anyway. I googled one of the numbers I had written down in my notes, and it turned out to be the O’Charleys where she works, complete with street address, so now I had a work address, even if that was the only one I had. Now we can play hardball. (Perhaps the POE-leece will have to go to the PI for her address if they can’t find her at O’Charleys, and I don’t see him not giving it to THEM.)
I left the cassette of her messages with a friend to convert to CD, and the following Monday I went to the county courthouse and filed charges of telephone harassment against her, because I was told that what she has done so far does not entitle me to file a restraining order against her, since she isn’t calling me a certain number of times a day. With the work address, I at least had a fighting chance of getting some action taken against her.
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# posted by Anne Arky @ 7:11 PM 
