Party Time Truck, With Black Strike Through the Word PARTY! I Love to Ruin Their Fun! LOL!
Back to the California Bridge, sitting on the east side outcropping, where the saying, How beautiful it is to make someone make your heart beat so hard, when you don't want it to beat at all! Kennedy. So, I am basically alone, with a few early risers, fishermen, bikers, walkers, enjoying the cool summer morning over the river . . . when all the sudden, and it is only about 6:30 AM, after my great escape from the Pov., when this black dude, whom I first noticed, watching me, at McDonald's yesterday, cop glasses on, even inside the fast food joint, but when I looked over and noticed him, he hurried and ate his sausage McMuffin, and dashed out the door, much like the other, cop looking dude, this morning, who was sitting there, when I walked in and dropped my backpack, hoping he was there after I got my glass of water, off Diet Coke for a week now, losing weight, but, he did a disappearing act, because, I think, these agents, know, I know, agents when I see them, and they are worried I will write about them and they will hit the press to be chided by their fellow agents, for looking obvious! LOL! Which they all do, as did this rather handsome, well built black guy, I saw yesterday, now on his bike, so early on a Sunday morning, and it struck me, that yeah, I believe my impressions yesterday, were no mistake, he is looking for me and where I went after the botched sting op at the Poverello this morning. I was not sure if he saw me, some, not familiar with the outcroppings will look straight down the bridge, and not see me sitting off to the side, but he immediately, stopped, at the end of the bridge, where he called someone immediately, now who do you suppose was up this early? ENEMIES, COPS, GOVERNMENT, NSA, FAMILY, and crew!
When I thought, he was distracted, or looking down over the bridge, which didn't seem to be the case, on the phone, I crept, over behind, some, long haired dude that just passed and went down the other side of the bridge, back onto the path along the river, thinking, that, by now, that dude probably first picked McD's, and when I was not there, he went up to the bridge that I have seen, Kennedy, on two or three occasions, I think? Wishful thinking, miss him. I don't know why though? Good looking, perhaps, sexy, sweet, oh, yeah, I am missing him. Whatever. So, I think, that I was able to get away from the black dude, checking on me, and as I left the bridge, I had to smile, because the white truck, with the simple, cursive word, "Party" with a black strike through the word, just drove by! LOL! Smile. Yahoo, ruined their Sunday fun, taking me down, but the morning is early, and it seems to be All Day; Every Day . . . in relentless pursuit of me. But, like I said, they, the feds, and local cops, didn't want to waste a good Sunday of relaxation, getting this job done, because the feds and their wives, kids have been in town, for more than a month, probably thinking this sting op and taking me down, was going to be fast and easy, with the Russian mafia being easier to catch! LOL! I keep seeing this, I think, construction company, Hardy, or Hard You! Damned right . . . I deserve what I deserve!
Why Don't You Go Work for Hillary? I Do Every Day! LOL! Trump Bashing Lunch . . . Others Silent
Some guy at lunch, some 7 foot tall Indian, started out lunch with, it is Blackfeet Rez, not Blackfoot, like I had just done in my blog . . . did he read my blog? I told him I wrote about his tribe, wicked, sheriffs, trackers and blood hounds, he just laughed and said, I am glad that you will write about us, sure, I love the tribes, their customs, Pow Wows, love of nature, the way they run, like Hungry Horse Reservoir and Spotted Bear, love the CSKT Transport Shuttles, shit, it used to cost me, a train ticket and a bus ticket to get from Kalispell to Missoula, and about $125 bucks, so $30 and a straight shot, is amazing! Rimrock was shut down, and for a year, I had to take the train and the shuttle. This huge ass dude, didn't have one vegetable or fruit on his plate! What the hell, how did he ever get that tall? A freak of nature! Some chick, just ran passed the Break, where I am now, I hope, that is not a sign to run, but she was carrying weights? so wait? I think, I should be Hillary's press secretary, I could handle the press! LOL! But, then I would have to dress up again, in lawyer clothes, do my hair, miss the mountains, so, not today! LOL! I am going to look great by November, if I keep up on my water, walking and going without Diet Coke! My shirts are starting to hang off my shoulders, exposing my black bra straps, and my pants are starting to drag on the ground, and when I pull them up, they feel like Gomer Pile! LOL!
Averaging about 4 Sting Ops A Day! Pov.; Bridge; McDonald's; Bus Terminal; and Now, Fresh Market! Scream--It is a Day of Rest!
I'm tired, but, after lunch and talking to Patricia and Ross, her alleged boyfriend, think they are both fucking cops, or being paid by the cops to be a confidential informant, because, she kept reaching in her purse, and could have pushed an alarm of something on her phone . . . this morning, when I left McDonald, the second time, an alarm of some type went off, seemingly from the car wash across the street, where I saw a hot, red, Mustang, one of my signs for a famous undercover cop! LOL! He drove down the street, right, when I was crossing over, after the old sheriff looking dude, saw me, out on the benches behind the terminal, so I left, and this car, went by, later to show up, in the car wash, as I was, right in front of it, and I thought, that is the cleanest, shiniest red car, just going into the car wash, must be a clean freak! LOL! Anal retentive cop type, I guess, but, I hurried and finished my blog, from earlier, and one guy came in, black shirt, nice build under the shirt, cowboy looking to me, way too nice a body for the average, McDonald's crowd, as were the other two cops, the bald one, with a goatee, and the black dude, there is a certain type of guy, that comes in certain times a day, so, I figured I didn't want to push my luck and I left. I slide up, alley ways and it was like Grand Central station, and not shady . . . two older guys and a little girl, where the other night, I saw two younger dudes? a black dude . . . since the FBI came to town, I swear the number of blacks in Missoula, has tripled! LOL! Then, I decided to sneak back onto Broadway, and all the sudden there were two dudes up on the roof? I walk by these car places, tons of times, NO ONE? So, something it up . . . Let's Git-R-Done Boyz and Girlz!
British Looking Chap, Guarding the Ramp Up to the Hospital?
I am sure this guy was not British, but he was wearing a beret, wool? and was looking very undercoverish, smoking a cig, and acting chill, when I first came, to the Market, only to have, Patricia and Ross, follow shortly after, the identifiers? Straight in and out. Just enough to point over to me, when they went in, with their backs to me, and some other dude, looking like retired, just sitting there, drinking his coffee, but it was, very nice outside, so I just enjoyed the fresh breeze at the Fresh Market, until dude farted! Talking without talking, I had written about Bernie's Bratz and their Fart-In, was this a sign, that when I took my computer out to see if they had wi-fi and they do; however, I can NEVER get onto it? Does that place me too close to the Poverello, where Shelley is claiming the turf and staff is going right along with her? Probably! It connected fine, I even got it one night, across the street at the bus shelter, so . . . but, my diagnostics, showed that, they had been, canceled, canceled, canceled, canceled, failed, so basically, they had been fucked with! So, just in case, I went into the market to see if it was because I was too far away . . . no, it would hook up the connection, and then go dead or no Internet, over and over again, trying to hook up!
So, I decided to just sit there and enjoy the quiet, Sunday afternoon, and entertain myself, people watching. Three Crown Vics, came in and parked, making me think, there were feds, sneaking around. Some guy, I met about a month ago, in front of the Solctis or the Equinox apartments, another Sunday on the run, going for cover in the heat, crossing this same guy's path, meeting him and talking for a few minutes, when he was standing in front of the apartments and I was resting on the benches, before, heading to McDonald's, probably with cops hot on my trail, but, he showed up in a Crown Vic, cop car, some my be Mercury's who have the same body, different grills, but, the car was a light silver green, and the dude has long hair, pony tail, looks more like a handsome biker, reminds me of a Kennedy friend? So, he comes in, and I am just chilling, he, goes in, but comes right back out, with no groceries that I could see, cigs? But, he took off pretty fast, so I thought, this car that doesn't fit this guy's image at all, DEA, undercover, I think, looked like he was hell bent on getting somewhere fast, not the way he came in! Something is going on. I kept seeing people running, my sign, but, I didn't want to run, nor walk and was just enjoying the view. Then there was this smart looking chick, not eye candy, but she could be a fed, because she got food, sat by me, then moved, came back, then moved outside again, and looked, like she was lost! Glasses, big ass, long brown hair, flowered top, nerdy looking, but, nothing she did made sense, unless she was trying to show someone where I was sitting in this relay game of cops trailing me!
I Hit the Bathroom, Headed Up the Ramp, Got to the Top, and a Very Panicked British Beret Wearing Guy, Rushes Out, Acting Like He Blew It, Thought I Left, When I Went to the Bathroom? Whoops! He Was Nervous
I stood, looked at him, like, got your game, dude, forget it, but the way he was acting, it seemed that I was late in wishing him that, once out of sight, after he rubbed his nose, like she knows, and he acted all agitated, he got down on his knees, giving some type of signal, but, all the sudden I heard, sirens, and noted that they sounded, just long enough to get to Fresh Market, just seconds after I left! Sorry dude, but take pleasure in knowing that NO ONE ELSE has caught me or been successful in their sting ops either, in almost 5 years! Still perfect after all these years! Spoken too soon, some security guard, hit the parking lot, right when I got there, looking very cop, military type, not you normal security guard, had he been involved, and got to the hospital right after me, revenging the old security guard that ratted me out the other night? Shit, I save the doctors from the federal fraud units, told the cops, the mountain lion, killed the Indian chick on the front patio of the hospital, and it still looks like a bloody mess, and you can tell it was fucking ugly as shit, with the blood, still marking, how ripped and torn she must have been . . . I saw the mountain lion tracks and called the detective on the case, and solved for them, when they didn't have a clue, but I did, Bongo, showed up so freaked out, after talking to the son of a cop, and all the blood, and he was shaking and said, her family is going to sue, who the mountain lion? But, some Indians also, saw the blood and said it was really bad! I could see that, yesterday when, I went to get some cool quiet time, at the hospital lunch room cafe', so, I even warned maintainance, dudes, about warning the staff! No good deed goes unpunished with me, set up the other night, coming home about 11:00 PM, by the security guard, I slammed, pay back?
Rebel With A Cause, Outlaw Without a Crime! The Hillary Syndrome . . . MEN! Idiots! Deal With Smart Women!
SORRY, ABOUT PARTY TIME CRASHER!
JUST KIDDING! FUCK YOU!