Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Wild Child You Won't Believe This
4/8/08 – 9:05 PM – Two agents from the local Narcotics Unit and one agent from my local Police Department came to my house and rang the doorbell, and after they showed me the proper IDs, I let them in the house. One Agent told me that they were there in answer to an anonymous tipline citizen complaint against Trina My Last Name, a white female 5’5”, 115-120 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, who was dealing unknown drugs out of my address and running an escort service from Chattanooga to Atlanta, with some mention of an ex-boyfriend Robert L (whose ex-boyfriend he is or was is unclear). They were told that Trina My Last Name was my daughter and they asked permission to search my house. After I literally laughed out loud in their faces, I told them they were welcome to search my house. I told them as I have told countless other people that I do not have and have never had any daughter (or any other children) named anything, and I do not have anything or know anyone named Trina My Last Name, that no one else besides me has lived in this house since I took possession in November 2004. I also told them of my history with Kristy Her Last Name and my suspicions (dead certainty) that she was the “anonymous tipster” because she made up Trina My Last Name and her drug trafficking, and that I believed this to be just another form of her harassment. One of the agents (I don’t know which) murmured something to the effect that he did recall reading something about that when researching me prior to their arrival. I also told them that I had been told within the past two weeks by Lisa (a former neighbor) that Ms. Kristy has moved back into this neighborhood from the Chattanooga area. They were not interested in reading my written accounts of her previous actions or listening to the extended dance version of the tape I have of her messages. They asked me to sign a waiver and consent to search, and I agreed to do so on the condition that I am allowed a copy of it. They agreed to let me scan it, and I scanned and rescanned it until I got it the way I wanted it and printed out my copy. They left, apparently satisfied, without having done any real thorough searching, as no drawers were opened, no cabinets emptied, and none of the 3,000+ collectible tins I own were searched.
After they left, I phoned the local Police Department for someone to come over and capture this in their files. At 9:45 PM, an Officer arrived. I told her what had transpired and reiterated my belief that this was just another form of harassment from Ms. Kristy, who apparently has found a new weapon to use in her harassment of me. I told the Officer that I do not intend to tolerate a steady stream of local gendarmerie parading through my house on the “anonymous tips” of this crazy woman. I told her it’s their job to do something about her and stop her, because I can’t, and they need to get on the ball and do something to stop her now. I told her that I have a security clearance for my job, and this kind of activity could endanger my clearance, and therefore my livelihood, and all in the world I have done to deserve this is to have bought this particular house in this particular place. I pointed out that I am extremely busy in all facets of my life and have never had any time or inclination to have any involvement with this woman and her traumas and dramas and don’t have time to deal with them now and should not have to do so and should not be subjected to her harassment in any form. She said that there is nothing they can do. The only courses of action that she could suggest (charging the woman with harassing phone calls, getting a restraining order, etc.) were things I had already tried at least once, if not twice, and the legal system had failed to support me. I told her about the incident that took place in December with the person named Robert. She left and nothing was resolved.
4/9/08 – 8:00 AM – I phoned the local Police Department and requested a call from Officer A., who has been quite helpful in the past; he is on the second shift, so I will not hear from him until after 3:00 PM. I am hoping he will have some suggestions, as he has always been most responsive to the situation in the previous times he’s been dispatched for it. (NOTE: As of 4/15/08, Officer A has not been heard from.)
Tomorrow I am sending out a two-page letter to the following people:
The Governor of Georgia
The Lieutenant Governor of Georgia
The head of the GBI
The state attorney general
The two Senators from Georgia
Two Georgia state Senators
The County Manager of this county
The Chairman of the Board of Commissioners of this county (I'm not even sure what that means, but why should he be excluded just because I'm clueless as to who he is and what he does?)
The Chief of Police of my city
I will give it about two weeks to see if any of these fine folks steps forward to help, and if they don't, next stop is the local news and consumer advocates and then CNN and 60 Minutes.
What I have taken care to point out to all these people, and what everyone who has known me for more than two days is fully aware of, is that not only do I not have any children, daughters or otherwise, but I am the poster child for Goody Two Shoes, and I lead the most sedate life of anyone you have ever known in your whole life, so as to be considered crashingly boring to some people. This bothers me not at all. I don't smoke and never have; I don't drink, and when I did what little drinking I ever did do, I maxed out at one mixed drink every three to four months, whether I needed it or not -- I have never even been drunk; I do not now and never did do recreational drugs or even smoke pot just to try it -- not even once! You won't find that in most people my age unless they were raised in an overly-religious household, which I was not. I just chose to walk the straight and narrow because I wasn't interested in that whole scene. I liked the music and the lifestyle and wardrobe of the "hippie" movement, but otherwise the whole thing bored me shitless. Drugs? Who needs them? Not me! Experiencing vicariously my brother's drug use in the late '60s/early '70s was plenty close enough for me.
After they left, I phoned the local Police Department for someone to come over and capture this in their files. At 9:45 PM, an Officer arrived. I told her what had transpired and reiterated my belief that this was just another form of harassment from Ms. Kristy, who apparently has found a new weapon to use in her harassment of me. I told the Officer that I do not intend to tolerate a steady stream of local gendarmerie parading through my house on the “anonymous tips” of this crazy woman. I told her it’s their job to do something about her and stop her, because I can’t, and they need to get on the ball and do something to stop her now. I told her that I have a security clearance for my job, and this kind of activity could endanger my clearance, and therefore my livelihood, and all in the world I have done to deserve this is to have bought this particular house in this particular place. I pointed out that I am extremely busy in all facets of my life and have never had any time or inclination to have any involvement with this woman and her traumas and dramas and don’t have time to deal with them now and should not have to do so and should not be subjected to her harassment in any form. She said that there is nothing they can do. The only courses of action that she could suggest (charging the woman with harassing phone calls, getting a restraining order, etc.) were things I had already tried at least once, if not twice, and the legal system had failed to support me. I told her about the incident that took place in December with the person named Robert. She left and nothing was resolved.
4/9/08 – 8:00 AM – I phoned the local Police Department and requested a call from Officer A., who has been quite helpful in the past; he is on the second shift, so I will not hear from him until after 3:00 PM. I am hoping he will have some suggestions, as he has always been most responsive to the situation in the previous times he’s been dispatched for it. (NOTE: As of 4/15/08, Officer A has not been heard from.)
Tomorrow I am sending out a two-page letter to the following people:
The Governor of Georgia
The Lieutenant Governor of Georgia
The head of the GBI
The state attorney general
The two Senators from Georgia
Two Georgia state Senators
The County Manager of this county
The Chairman of the Board of Commissioners of this county (I'm not even sure what that means, but why should he be excluded just because I'm clueless as to who he is and what he does?)
The Chief of Police of my city
I will give it about two weeks to see if any of these fine folks steps forward to help, and if they don't, next stop is the local news and consumer advocates and then CNN and 60 Minutes.
What I have taken care to point out to all these people, and what everyone who has known me for more than two days is fully aware of, is that not only do I not have any children, daughters or otherwise, but I am the poster child for Goody Two Shoes, and I lead the most sedate life of anyone you have ever known in your whole life, so as to be considered crashingly boring to some people. This bothers me not at all. I don't smoke and never have; I don't drink, and when I did what little drinking I ever did do, I maxed out at one mixed drink every three to four months, whether I needed it or not -- I have never even been drunk; I do not now and never did do recreational drugs or even smoke pot just to try it -- not even once! You won't find that in most people my age unless they were raised in an overly-religious household, which I was not. I just chose to walk the straight and narrow because I wasn't interested in that whole scene. I liked the music and the lifestyle and wardrobe of the "hippie" movement, but otherwise the whole thing bored me shitless. Drugs? Who needs them? Not me! Experiencing vicariously my brother's drug use in the late '60s/early '70s was plenty close enough for me.
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