2009-06-12 - 7:37 p.m.
Jack's Antagonists Are Relentless
Yesterday a strange man called and interogated my Grandpa.
He wanted to speak to my mother.
He said he wanted to help her.
My Grandpa asked who he was. What is this about?
He wouldn't tell him.
It was personal. But very important. He insisted that he needed to speak directly to her. Could he have her number please?
My Grandpa is not stupid. He refused to tell him anything. Not without knowing what this was about.
The caller refused to tell him who he was. What his business was. And would not give him a number.
Then he began asking questions.
He wanted to know who he was talking to. Who is this?
Again my Grandpa refused to tell him anything.
So far so good.
But the interogator managed to shake my number out of him. He got away with something after all.
He made him sweat.
He made him talk.
These people have a way of doing that.
Once they have you engaged. They have you. It's over.
Under the pressure, my Grandpa cracked. Gave in. Gave him my number.
This is her son's number. Call him.
It was only after the call ended that he realized what he had done. He knew he fucked up.
He immediately called my mother and warned her.
When she called me, she told me he was very upset. Rattled as she said. He said he couldn't think. He just said it. He didn't mean to.
Yeah, well that doesn't change things.
Whoever this is now has my number and is going to try to use it to get to her. Just the fact that he has my number could lead him to her. Even if he never gets me on the phone.
There is no such thing as privacy in the digital age.
Especially if you are a private investigator and have access to whatever information you want. And no jurisdiction to limit your man hunt.
For years the Antagonists have had private investigators searching for her.
At the command of Antagonist Superior, The Old Antagonist decided he wanted to claim years and years of back child support. Though at the time of the the divorce, he signed off on it. My mother did not have it. He did not need it. But I guess you can go back and take back any mercy you might have had on someone because your new mistress is a vindictive bitch.
For years my mother has been hiding like a fugitive.
She does not have the money. She doesn't.
Even if she did, she said she would try to get the court to give it to us. Not them. If this is back "child support", money intended for the kids, then shouldn't we have it? We are grown. What the fuck do they need it for?
Antagonist Inferior did not go broke taking care of us.
And this still goes on.
Because she wants it to.
The spineless piece of shit told me that he would call off the dogs. But what the evil mistress wants she gets. This is her doing he says.
Yeah? Fuck you.
This is pissing me off. So much that I want to get involved. First I want to tell him how much respect I don't have for him. You pussy whipped bitch. You have no integrity. And no fucking balls. I want to first piss him off then make him cry like a little bitch. You are pathetic. You disgust me. I want to spit on your face.
Then I want to knock her around a bit. It takes nothing to get her into a flap. You thought my psycho menopausal aunt thrashing you was scary? I am here to make you shit your nasty pink granny panties.
You bitch.
I want to get in your face.
You will hear me. And you will listen.
You will stop this shit. Ok?
Good.
I want to go Tyler Durden on her ass.
I have had enough of her fucking shit.
The only problem with this violent feel good fantasy is the little bitch has a gun. Probably customized pink. With happy Jesus stickers on it.
Also my pretty boy step brothers think they are some kind of blonde Italian mob thugs. Naturally they also have guns.
It would be bad.
What they don't understand is I do not like their mother fucking with mine, anymore than they would like me fucking with theirs.
All I know is if someone actually shows up here because I never pick up my phone, I am going to tell them to fuck off.
I am going to give them one warning to leave.
Then I am going to give them til the count of nothing, until I call the cops.
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