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So important. Why...who? I'll begin to explain. by DearbornDearborn
Created at 2005-12-18 23:54:49
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by DearbornDearborn2006-06-13 20:13:41

I just called the police for the first time in my life.  The receptionist was rude once or twice, and while I was waiting for the police at the location I said, a guy was rude to me and might have tried to beat me up if he wanted to.  Later, an officer arrived after going the wrong way for a while on C.. St., and he turned right on ..th St. instead of meeting me there.  He turned another right and drove on the fresh, clean grass of the park with his dirty car tires and passed a number of groups of people, stopping in the midst of the group near the back fence of the park.  Then the new guy who was picking on me and pushed my cart full of important journey things into the street before the officer arrived, he started kind of talking toward the officer from far away, saying like, hey get this guy, he's trying to follow me.  He said that a few times and then said something kind of threatening from maybe 40 feet away, and I shouted to him "Respect."  He said something stupid, and I said I'm doing business and that's respect.  Some of the most major gang leaders periodically about the .. area were reclining with their friends there at .. Park.  They looked over at the police car that was so far away from our meeting place, and then they looked back at me.  What I called about was an unstable guy who threw a few things at me this morning, claiming that my cart was his.  Yesterday morning, I met with a friend to get my two bags that she and her husband mysteriously took with them for a few weeks until I saw her, Elisha, recently.  She gave me a blue cart, and this morning the very hostile guy at .. was saying that his was the only blue cart of them all and that it said "SEARS" on it.  I happened to remove one of the disgusting "scum of the earth" stickers earlier this morning, uncovering one of the "sears" messages.  He harmed me, and it's not right.  I stood up for myself, and I even paraphrased an enjoyable Christian song for him, repeatedly:  "[I] come to share my story.  [I] come to break the bread.  [I] come to know my rising from the dead."  I'm just going to send this much to you right now, to get the word out. 

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