Chris Molnar, a friend of mine, of 6 years, came by my house and had a bike that he wanted to get repaired. I lived at the Apollo Hotel and he stopped by often to get bikes fixed to generate money selling to individuals on the street and I enjoyed building bikes. It was about the 6th or 7th of the month and Chris got paid on the 1st and I got paid ont he 3rd, Chris was broke, but he is an avid methamphetamine user and he usually owed the "loan sharks" in the city quite a bit of money so his check didn't last him too long after the 1st of the month.
He stated he could get some "fire" speed and while I was fixing his bike, he would go get some, if I had some cash...I always have money and my bills were paid. Well since I knew Chris was broke, he asked if I wanted any and I gaave him $20, and since I had his bike he left to get the "fire" and I fixed his bike whike he was gone. When he returned we exchanged the "fire" for the bike and he left. I smoked the poison, "fire" speed and enjoyed some perosnl lubricant and and couple puffs on the glass bubble and a very good porn movie.
My window, the only one in the room, was a nice veiw of the west and the setting sun at dusk and I had looked out it often. The roof of MONROE MOTORS was something I always looked at, it was what was immediately out the window.
The business next door, which is a Ducati Motorcycle dealership, MONROE MOTORS, they also sell Triumph motcycles, is a one story business and is directly next door. The Apollo Hotel is a 5 story building with a main lobby floor and four floors above it with SRO rooms for occupancy, I lived on the top floor of the hotel, in room #427. Michael Fell told me there was a significance to the location of the room, I do bekieve I know now, since they were breaking into my room, I think the management and or the desk clerks were allowing this to happen, social conditioning again, and they were putting some kind of substance in my food and gasing my room from the roof top. When they were breaking into my room they had been lifting items out of my room up to the roof top and either switching them out for substandard items of the "exact" same as mine or they were stealing them all together. All of this happened because I would not let the underground pimp me out to the sex trade and I wouldn't sell them bikes for $60.00 each, the bikes I built were worth over $500.00 each.
The evening Chris got the fire speed and left, visitation was over at 11 p.m. and Chris left about 10 p.m. I looked out the window at around midnight and noticed a man standing on the roof next door leaning on a short wall that was the back wall of the business and it was about 4 foot taller than the roof he was standing on. I found it weird that there was, what appeared to be a man standing on the roof, let alone at that hour of the night. I watched for about 10 minutes and he didn't move and seemed to be holding something to his ear, it was very dark and I could only make out a figure with nothing distinguishing. I turned from the window and enjoyed my buzz and porn.
About 3:30 a.m. I looked back out the window and to my surprise the man was still standing there, in the same spot, so I grabbed a small flashlight and tried to see just who or what it was, exactly. The light was not powerful enough to illuminate the figure, t was too far away. I decided to call the Police and inform them there was an individual on the roof next door, but I didn't want them to know that he had been standingf there for over 4 hours and never moved so I left that out of the call but in fact the figure had not moved, at all.
When the Police showed up they came up to the bathroom next to my room and looked out and said it looked like a man and when the officer shined his large Mag-Lite flashlight on the figure he stated, "It is a mannequin.", to my surprise he turned off his light and the two officers were going to leave and I asked the obvious question, "What is a mannequin doing on the roof of the building next door?" The cop shrugged his shoulders and left.
Oh, this is one of them scenarios of sacial conditioning where you are to start yelling and flip out and jump out the fucking window.
THE DUMB ASS POLICE SHOULD HAVE WENT TO THE BUSINESS THE FOLLOWING DAY AND ASKED THE MANAGER WHAT THE FUCK IS A MANNEQUIN DOING ON YOUR ROOF AT 4 A.M. BUT THE POLICE WERE WELL AWARE OF "WHAT" WAS GOING ON.
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