I left the house early this am because I became infuriated yet again with the inhabitants of Spc 64 Cult | Evil Terrorists. For whatever reason they decided to turn Spc 64 into their own personal substance abuse program and continue following me about town wherever I go. Currently I am holed up at the Big Basin Cafe in downtown Saratoga. I took a few pictures of some irritating people presumably affiliated with Hillary Clinton and that’s about it. I told the guy sitting next to me that I would be here all day, but he didn’t have much to say for himself, and that’s about it. I’ve run out of options, so I figured I would sit here and write.
Today is Sunday, November 26, 2017. It has been almost a year and a half since Spc 64 turned into a narcotics shipping/receiving headquarters and everyone else’s personal substance abuse drug treatment program/federal & international evil terrorist investigative nightmare in the house next door. For some reason, people don’t seem to want to leave, and I still haven’t figured out why. The majority of these people are legally prohibited from being anywhere near me or having any sort of contact with me whatsoever, and I got fed up with being under siege in my own house listening to their constant sniveling and whining 24/7. So I left.
I disowned the four “Myers” (Bert W, Shirley E, Warren W & Geoffrey R) August of 2016, so I no longer acknowledge them in any way, shape or form. What I think might have happened is that nearly everyone in Spc 64 followed me here to downtown Saratoga and are probably holed up in different cafes or shops around the downtown area. So basically, all that really happened is the federal government (or what’s left of the federal government) relocated from Spc 64 in Sunnyvale, California to downtown Saratoga, and that’s about it. In other words, the only reason they’re here is because I am here. Surprise surprise!