I was quick after months of the same regiment. To realise my day and what was to come. I would get burnt,pricked or speared feeling. And these god aweful U.V light codes at this point. It was always a game of sherades. And constantley trying to figure out what the lighting operator was trying to say. Or what they wanted me to do. Total deprevation of life. But i started to notice that it was only moments that someone would pull into the meth lab. Or if i did not help keep the meth lab watchers back. At these intense moments of need. And didnt provide any type of assistance. In trying to keep the lab watchers back. As soon as the automobile that entered the meth lab left. Id get punished in some sort of way. Whether it be shot in the eyes with the prick feel. Or take a hit to the head of some sorts. Yes barbarick? Hard to believe? For the reader i could only imagine what your thinking? At one point i was working doing landscape work. I remember telling my wife that i had nearly pulled my right arm out of joint. My mistake. I said this in my american home. And around electronics. Including my cell phones. That was a mistake. My attacker or attackers. Had to have heard me. I was attacked in that right hand rotater cup in my arm for about three days. Constantley. They even attacked it when i tried to go to bed. The only reasoning i could figure out? Was that they did not want me to leave my home. Or work. Anyways if i leave my house. The meth lab nextdoor. Making meth around the clock. And with there facination with me because of fighting with them for years. Would take advantage of positioning to over see any form of threat to thier ever so lucretive operation. Yes thats right. This meth lab is the everlaster bunny. My wife works and by any stretch of the means. We are not rich. But the called upon help. I was thinking. Was collecting a weekly paycheck. And they could care less about my family. Or any fact for human life. Whats so ever. It was all about the lab and how to get them.
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