My neighbors have read my claim that I died, and came back. This explains why I am such a snob and stick to myself. Why don’t I want to be friendly and get to know them?
Above are photographs of Cheryl Erickson struggling with rescue people who took her away to the Johnson Unit. She tried to kick one guy in the balls. This was over a year ago. My neighbor below, Kim Hafner, told me she knocked the guy that has a hold of her on his ass, on the stairs. I would not want to try to restrain her – to save my life! What if she had a knife? She has been trying to come in my home once a week to clean up her mess on my patio. I am afraid of her. She threatened my life.
Yesterday, my Neighbor, Sandy Maricle, and I came back from having dinner at the C Street Church, and spotted our neighbor, who I will not name. We said, “Hello”. She came over to speak with us. We have a mutual friends, Alberta, who used to…
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