“Walk Like an Egyptian” – The Bangles
Last week, I slept at my usual bus stop near the beach (convenient and discreet for running water and for when nature calls), and the same BSO cop approached me at 5:20am two days in a row (plate ZCK04, SUV #5553) and told me that I was sleeping. “I was waiting for the bus, sir”. He told me that if he saw me there again the following day there, he would arrest me.
Me: “Sir, I’m here waiting for my bus.”
Him: “You were sleeping.”
Me: “Sir, I own property in Pompano”.
Him: “Then go home.”
Me: “I can’t, because your corrupt cops along with my HOA unlawfully threw me out of my own property.”
Him: “Well….”
Me: “We pay your salary, sir.”
Him: “Yeah, well I need a raise.”
What did I do? I moved my location to the bus stop in front of Flanagan’s restaurant (the last place my aunt Elaine and uncle Eugene took me to after murdering my mother, before depositing me in a fake rehab run by racketeers, that I didn’t need in January 2018). There are more alcoholics and druggies hanging out around there so I’m not really feeling it, but I’ve learned to become adaptable during this bizarre chapter of my life.
The day officers start their AM shifts at 5:30 and usually (at least in that guy’s case) seem to start a little bit earlier. I like to sleep until about 6:30 or 7, when it starts to get light out and I feel safer to begin traveling around again. However, I’ve been waking up earlier to try to be on guard for the police officers who are trying to hunt me down (the ones affiliated with Eugene’s and Elaine’s corrupt crime family associates) and catch me sleeping.
Last night I moved at about 4am to the very first bus stop I’d become acquainted with my first weekend out “on the streets”, the one by Dandee Donuts. You may recall my initial encounter with the purveyor of the donut shop. I’d ascertained that he was familiar (working) with my uncle Eugene and aunt Elaine but hiding it (like so many other people around me have done):
https://mariachicat.wordpress.com/2022/08/15/status-update/
Local outpost for cops who like to bust my chops
This bus stop is less comfortable because it has super-elevated armrests and so you can’t really lie down on it. In the past, at all of the bus stops, I’d often come across a kindly cop who would ask us not to sleep or even to “go back to sleep”.
Anyway, I’d been leaning on my bags I’d placed alongside me and decided to read my book until 7am or so, which is when it gets light and safe enough to start walking to my first destination of the day.
I must have dozed off, because I awoke to not one, not two, but three BSO SUVs and cars, lights flashing, in front of me, seemingly heading into the parking lot of the adjacent Lester’s Diner (where, incidentally, I have been treated much more kindly and now buy coffee there when I get the change together to buy some which, admittedly, isn’t often). The formation was like that of a “kettling”. Hmmmm….wow. Yikes, I thought. No one got out to approach me or said anything to me but I stayed awake, just in case they were about to start busting my chops.
I get up to start walking away, west on Atlantic Blvd, but it was still pitch black out and I was nervous about walking by myself before sunup, so returned to bus stop. Suddenly, I pass an older guy staggering out of Dandee Donuts towards us.
“Is that your car in there?” one of the officers asked him.
The guy answered, “Yeah, why?”
“Why’d you leave it like that, then?”
Whew! What a relief! They weren’t even interested in me…apparently it was this guy who left his car in the parking lot in a dangerous state. I wondered what the car looked like…did he leave the doors open, or was there a dead body hanging out of it? I made myself chuckle aloud.
(Dear Reader, I took the situation at face value, the same as I have with many similar situations in the past, that have actually turned out to be setup dragnet operations against Yours Truly. It did occur to me that if I if do indeed have sound recording microchips in my ear https://mariachicat.wordpress.com/2022/09/08/if-jewish-doctors-and-jesuits-the-club-of-rome-installed-sound-recording-microchips-into-my-ears-when-i-was-three-years-old/ , being listened to live by everyone in the CIA/top dogs of the Knights of Columbus and their mothers anyway, I might as well have a little fun.)
I began quoting the scene of the movie Smiley Face (pretty sure that movie is based on my life, y’all), where Jane tries to get away from the police officer: “It’s really bright out there, Officer”, I started chuckling.
Suddenly the officer from the third car behind says to the first, “You can’t sleep at a bus stop, can you?” I must have triggered him by being in good spirits.
“I wasn’t sleeping, sir!” I retorted, a tad triumphantly.
“Yes, you were before. I’ve been watching you all night”, he replied.
Aha! I knew he was one of the corrupt ones. So this current operation was likely about me, after all, and not the pretense of some herb’s from Dandee Donuts car left in the Lester’s parking lot, I thought to myself.
“Oh, really? Wow! I’m so flattered!!” I exclaimed incredulously. (Subtext: Nice work if you can get it. Why don’t you fight some actual crime, Officer, or is it more lucrative to hunt me, made a refugee in my own city by your corrupt police department?)
It was then that I realized that this was yet another attempt by dodgy cops to bust my chops and kick me when I was down. The Dandee Donuts guys are buddy bud with this band of BSO officers, my uncle Eugene and Manny Lopez, my boss from Anthony’s Coal Fired Pizza (another clown involved in the racketeering operation against me that caused me to be homeless in the first place). They hate to see me around here – despite the fact that I’ve been living here since 2016 in good standing – and hate to see me anywhere, but especially so close to their little neighborhood donut outpost.
They shouldn’t have cosigned on with the racketeers, then! I would not have to seek refuge at any bus stop at night, I would be safe in my own property. I guess they didn’t look ahead at the possible consequences of their actions. A day late and a dollar short, I suppose.
The cop continued to whine in a sing song voice, “You’re not supposed to be at the bus stop when the buses aren’t even running yet.” (Clearly, he’d planned his entire argument in advance and didn’t want our interaction to come to a close without telling me what was what!)
Seriously, corrupt BSO cops involved in the racketeering operation against me: Go fight some real crime. Or resign and get a job doing mall security. You dishonor your brothers and sisters who serve their community honorably and you are on the wrong side of history on this one.
Now, some BSO cops have been very nice to me. These are the ones who aren’t corrupt and don’t share the vested interest of covering up their conspiring with my uncle Eugene, aunt Elaine, and the Daguanno family.
To them I say: Thank you. I appreciate your kindness and support!!!