The World According To Anne Arky

5/15/07 – I got two calls from Kristy today – one at 2:08 PM and one at 2:11 PM. She called to tell me more of the same, that I need to get my daughter Tonya or Trina (before, she said Trina, now she said either/or) away from her family, and that she has finally contacted John Latham from Gainesville, and he can help me with my daughter’s drug problem, since I am her mother or family member. She called back three minutes later with, again, more of the same. I have no earthly idea who John Latham from Gainesville is, if he’s really someone or just another one of her imaginary friends like my daughter Tonya/Trina and her friend Tammy Gowan/Gruen. (John Latham of Gainesville, if you are reading this, help! Save me!) [Shades of Olive Oyl!]

Meanwhile, later on that same day – 9:00 PM – I welcomed Officer A. from the local police department back as he made a return visit to my house (he is the one who came in answer to my call in February), and this entry is almost a duplicate of the February visit. He asked me if I had filed a TPO on her yet, and I updated him on the case. He took a report, listened to the most recent phone calls, tried her phone number to tell her to leave me alone, and he got voice mail, but could not leave a message, said he will file this report. He listened as I expressed my frustrations, but basically did nothing. I told him the same thing I had told Sergeant B. – that she is obviously a danger to the community because she is so far out of touch with reality and something should be done about her, and that I don’t want to be under her when she falls through the cracks because the system isn’t doing anything. I told him I don’t want to live in an armed encampment, and I don’t want to be lying on my living room floor with my head in a pool of blood and a bullet shot through it, looking up to greet the police with “I told you so.” After he left, I called Sergeant B.’s number (I knew he was not on duty those hours) to leave him a message, and his voice mail told me that he is out of the office until 30 May. I didn’t bother leaving a message.

5/16/07 – 8:45 AM – I called the local Police Department and asked to speak to someone in the Detectives Division and got Detective S.’s voice mail, then called back and was transferred to Detective J. I started telling him what was going on, and he said he could transfer me to Sergeant B., and I told him there was no need, since he is gone until 30 May; he then told me he (Detective J) is going on extended leave starting tomorrow, because his wife is going to have a baby. Goody! After I gave him the whole story, he said, “I’m sorry, ma’am, there’s nothing we can do. I know it sucks, but our hands are tied.” (Yes, he really said that – that is not my colorful paraphrasing.) I told him to repeat that phrase – he will need to say it a lot. Then he told me that unless I had called the police every time she called me, all of my RECORDINGS of her are just “hearsay”. Well, hell, yes, they’re hearsay, but I can’t get anybody to listen to them to hearsay them! No, he means they can’t be used. Yet everyone I have talked to previously said hang on to them for dear life and keep recording them. What a load of hogwash. I hung up after thanking him for being so helpful – NOT.

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