Yesterday, I filed a lawsuit against Tomlin and her criminal cohorts in Federal Court, and I assumed the harassment would start to abate. This morning around 7:30 a.m., as I was typing away on my computer, I suddenly felt knocked in the head. As I came to, I was lying on my side with my computer turned on it's side. My formerly pristine legal papers, which were in my bag, were now askew around me, with black smudge marks on them - like shoe prints. One paper in particular, the paper listing the judge handling my case had punch holes in the top of the paper, as if someone who had been wearing football cleats had stomped on the paper.
I realized to my horror, the goon living above me, Bryson Coopersmith, a New York policeman had been in again and just zapped me with a stun gun, taser, who knows what - while he ferreted around my papers. I ran to the window he entered, only to find, a mirror I had left in front of it, as a semi-shield was broken. I've tried the camera route - only to come home to find the tape removed from the recorder and rewound. From now on, all typing is done in the mafia position, with my back against a wall.
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