Boot camp, continued
So when I write these stories, as much as I would like to write and post immediately so these stalkers won’t have a chance to react, it’s not the most practical approach. So the drafts that I write are read by the cyberstalkers, and I get their reactions starting almost immediately after writing the drafts. These reactions to my drafts have actually been beneficial, because they help with my writing. For example, this story of my father son’s hitting me, almost immediately after writing, I was asked if I was going to run. Since people around keep an eye on my every move, they are aware that I haven’t been doing much running, so it didn’t make sense to be asked this question. The reason I was asked if I was going to run is because when my dad’s friend’s son was hitting me, we were actually in my dad’s friend’s truck, and we lived on a hill, and they left us at the bottom of the hill, and my dad told us to run; so me and my dad’s friend’s sons ran up the hill to the house. So my father is actively communicating with the people around me reacting to my drafts. This got thinking. My dad used to sell drugs, until he got into trouble with the law, and he used to sell drugs to this friend of his. I know this because my dad would say several times that all he has to do is give his friend some dope and he would go take care of someone for him; like go beat someone up for some drugs. Yeah, super low life of him, but that’s the way he is. So why would my father say this about his friend several times through out my life. Probably because he told his friend to have his son hit me. So this behavior of my father having people cause me harm is nothing new; I’m just realizing this behavior goes way back.
Now I do recall my dad’s friend being nice to me. So my dad’s friend had a brother, and at one point in time, his brother started going to the same church my family would go to, but he was attending the mass before. I recall my father talking to him, and he kind of didn’t really make too much eye contact with my father and kind of shook his head as if he wasn’t too fond of my father. Then some time passes and my father rents a house to this friend. Since my dad owns the house, he had some work to do, and I was there with him at that house while his friend was there and also while he was not there. I recall my dad having a very tense conversation with his friend; my father was tense, his friend wasn’t. This friend of my dad had a dog, and my father was mistreating it, which seemed weird, my father had no reason to act like that. Like my father acted like he was going to hit the dog, and the dog would run out of the way. Then my dad tied the dog up to a tree, and it was wet outside, probably even raining slightly, but my dad put a piece of carpet next to the tree, so the dog was sitting on the semidry carpet and my dad was oddly saying, “look, he’s smart… look, he’s smart.” In hindsight, I think he was talking about me, since I had been performing well academically, and all of this I’m just realizing now. Damn. Now, for my father to be in communication with those around me, to harass me, is beyond outrageous. Even as I’m writing this, my roommate is saying stuff: he’s playing video games with a headset on, acting like he talking to someone else playing, but he’s actually having conversations with a cyberstalker who is telling him what to say as they react to my writing. When I started writing this, he got quiet. I think he just said “snitch” and “you broke.”