THIS MORNING, I HEARD THE SOUND OF A BODY BEING THUMPED WITH A BLUNT INSTRUMENT, its an unmistakable sound. Somewhere on these pages of my website, I relate how I first heard it in Jacumba, Ca. Next in Tucson, Az., I heard it from across a dry riverbed, no doubt adminstered by a psycotic drunk camped there, yes, I emailed the FBI.
I need to take a nicotine break, then I will lay out the present details, location, and present witnessing. Oh yes, when I cleaned up my camp, of trash left by a drunk, I found a yellow parolee registration card from Oregon, name looks like Steve or Stacy Bodie, hard to decipher.
Arriving and going again to this favorite Salt Cedar tree (Tamarisk),
I first cleaned it up, and then as usual arranged it in my efficient method, I carry out daily my trash and manure. I commune with the birds that always come by, a couple of roadrunners, the other day, a parade of about 20 Quail, wrens, nuthratches, and two larger regular birds that scratch in the needles like jackhammers, messing up my bottom blanket, which I found there. I carry my other in my back pack, symbolic for Planet Earth, blue on one side, green on the other. Its ragged as I am, 6 ft. 4", nearly 300 pounds of old tired disabled Bi Polar with a bad right knee, Icouldnt run for my life if it threatened.
Within the first nights, in the dark, across in the long row of huge Tamarisks, I heard someone either chopping wood or something else?
I saw a red shirted youth go by my camp on a bycycle exclaiming, as he went fast down hill in the drainage ditch, "Too Fast!."
If you sit there. in the tree, you will see two sandy ramps going up into underneath the thick tree foliage. One (besides the end of row ramp, near the dam), is on the right and the other to the left, about a hundred feet apart.
He went into, I presume the right one, vanishing.
Recently, I realized someone was talking to someone right next to my tree entrance. I snuck a modest look, one looked like a uniformed Border Patrol agent, I couldnt see the other, nor hear the conversation. They left. If you want to be cloistered, you do not make yourself visible.
The same day, within minutes, a rough looking male, came very fast out of the left sandy ramp, running fiercely, slogging in the loose sand, he went by my tree left side, he appeared stressed.
That night, I chose to stay at the Motel 6, where linked to, that incident happened.
TODAY, 11,9.03 about 12:00pm?, I saw two men go by slogging to the left ramp.
Then about an hour later, on
the right side went the red clothed youth talking loudly, to someone else, neither clearly seen.
A beautiful expensive dog was with them, who briefly came into my area, but ignored me completely, not even looking at me, then followed them. Rather mystic, wouldnt you say.
Suddenly, It sounded like they were ambushed, I could hear excited yelling!
Then silence.
A bit later, I heard the chopping again, and the brutal body thump. (And what was either a loud backfire from the road or a shotgun blast)
Just before I left, on the ramp coming off IH 10, I saw a Lincoln Continental, gray and silver pull off the road, an older male out of the car, went to its windows opposite, and looked inside, then he went to the drivers side and drove off...whether he's involved, I dont know, but I would expect they have cut a hole in the hwy fence for possible transfer of?, this is merely a guess.
At the Circle K, I did my usual diet iced cola, two actually, to help me think. I noted one Hispanic male, nice looking, sitting hidden by a parked car, who looked like he was in the mindstate of withdrawing...another on the payphones near, might have been calling for a fix.
Link to page which will describe the condition here.
Tonight, I will stay again at the Motel 6, hoping you law enforcement will move in, you could sit in survelliance on my camp blanket or do as whatever you do. (HEY FEDS, I CANNOT CONTINUE TO AFFORD THESE MOTEL EXPENSES ON MY LIMITED FUNDS, I DONT GET $70,000 LIKE YOU FBI AGENTS A YEAR!)
The exact location is: You go down Monroe steet, to the 76 Union station, I walk in at night, so I cross to behind the station parking lot, to the low gray wall, sitting on it to realign my knee. Then I walk to the left down the drainage ditch road. You will pass a dam, on which is a bright white painted concrete pump house(?), between it and the road, is a greygreen bush, which inside is a clubstick, I found one morning on the road coming out. Its purpose and use, only supposed.
Behind the dam, is an enormous tamarisk, then onward you will see a piece of gray carpet, someone has laid out, then a road going down to the right. The mine tamarisk is the one in the middle to the left of that downhill road.
Two days ago, I stayed the night in the Ruta Motel adjacent to the Motel 6. They discriminated against me, putting me in number 11, way in the back in a room with dark hand smudges etc on its walls. The tv was terrible! I thought the other rooms in the front half were rented, they were not, I know from past stays, those rooms are better. Owned and ran by again from India, no doubt, as in El Centro, Ca., they considered me below their caste class.
Sometime in the night, I opened the door, and spied a car, with its hood opened, and two masked flashlights looking in, on either side.
My hunch is they were examining their stash drugs. It was still there in the morning, near a room SUV.
Besides mgr.s car, no others present, checkout time is 10:00am. My guess, this is a drug depot. When I got my key deposit, (at the little store) I played the fool, and asked what the weekly or monthly rent would be. He said, "You have to stay two nights, before I will tell you." Finally, he said, "$200.00 a week", for this dump...means hes thinking like a druglord.
I left the place, walking to the stop on Monroe, seeing the bus towards hwy 111 pass, I went to go the opposite way, as I neared that stop, across the street, I could see a stocky Hispanic woman, THEN SHE CROSSED THE STREET WITH HER BUTCH DENIM DRESSED LESBIAN COUNTERPART, AND SAT ON MYSIDE BENCH. I sat on the sidewalk, the stocky lady (She Whore and other pimp) dressed in shorts on the bench, a trashcan separating me from her, the dyke sitting on the school lawn behind both of us. The bus FINALLY came, I let them on first, and off we went....Later that day,
at the Taco Bell at the Walmart site, I sat eating. Two men sat across from me, they both wore shirts that stated "MRFIXIT."
One of them, a big bruiser type was apparently wanting me to notice his interest in me, the other male, moving around to accomadate the others staring. (He reminded me of the security guard in another issue that can be linked to, on this page.)
I figured they must be cops, because stupidly, they talked about ambulance services.
Between the whores stalking me, I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS SHIT!
Do we have some police qualification in California that hires UGLY COPS?
Thats humour folks, tonight, Ill drink some beer, write some poetry, and weep at hearing the sound of what is known in the crimeworld as "whacking."
Maybe, I'll see a trucker, lean, most of them hired now are all fat.
Good God, ugly cops and fat truckers...
(All over this area as in other desert areas are these windbreak tamarisks and as in this one, a terrorist could hide to fire a missile at the airplanes flying over, I suggest having someone like me camping in them, observing...
