On or around July 8, 2024, a physical altercation occurred between me and my landlord, Dick Smith. He came home drunk, as he usually does on weekends. Although the day was Monday, it's the Monday right after rent is paid, so he extends his weekend by a day. On these days, he tends to pick on me, bossing me around and talking to me like a child. He makes everyday tasks like cooking in the kitchen or washing laundry into political ordeals, and he does so intentionally. When I have politely confronted him about this, he throws a tantrum immediately, and tells me to get out (that I am evicted). I told him I’d had enough. He got in my face and told me to get out. I refused. He punched me. I called the police. When they arrived, they did not arrest him. This was because I am not reportively familiar . Reportively familiar is a term from demonic vernacular meaning having the exclusive privilege of reporting a crime, being believed, and therefore expecting legal consequences for the repor...
My inevitable demise, daily.