A Flat Day

And it's not over yet.

Didn't sleep enough last night. I was about to nap in the chair when a modified exhaust started. Bringing inside by means of vibration of the fragile building the well known smell of kallikrein from fresh mole holes.

I knew that if i feel the smell the apartment must be filled and already started to feel the effects, painless, carelles that BTW last to this moment so i just planned to go to do Angela's flat since i dreaded to do that anyways. Cause i knew something like the following is going to happen. So i got dressed and opened the door when i saw again one of Tualatin Police cadet (shop with a cop pictures) in a black sport suit with white iPhone wires passing at my door so i just slammed back mine thinking maybe he'll understand and take another shortcut in the future and especially not sync with me when i leave. Like he did so many times, like when i was working at the car, many other occasions i wrote about, but who can count everything.

The one on the left, whom i saw again many times around here, with a dog, i call the blue kid. Age adjusted and everything, i think they're child actors from Hungary.

Then i waited for him to clear the building and went outside to step on the holes before i left. There is at one of the other apartments, i think F2, an older guy, who used to own the purple broken exhaust 5 liter Dodge, owner of the catering business who drove me nuts for one and a year who resembles a dead Japanese opera singer (found him once, but lost it most likely in a g+ post). He also slammed the door of his car, twice.

Got at Angela's, swapped the cars, came back home, already a commotion in the parking lot. There was a guy custom cutting a carpet on the asphalt in front of a van full of rolled carpets and undercarpet cushions like wrapped mummies that was parked there with open doors to see those for hours. So i just waited for him to roll the carpet, take it in his back and went and put the spare and the flat tire in the back. For some idiotic reason i didn't check the pressure in the spare and i had troubles driving there and back here. I was curious last night to see if i can locate the hole and i did, and there was nothing, a pin like hole with a tiny slow growing bubble on top. However today when i pulled it i saw a nail like 1 cm next to it, bent, with no head, rusted, and said to myself, must had been wrong, there is a nail.

So i drove to Les Schwab, car was drifting a bit, due to low pressure in the spare, forgot to put my mask on and talked to a guy and showed him the nail. He said that i needed new tires though the tire which is a rear one of an identical type with the new ones in front doesn't have much smaller grooves (had to buy a couple of new tires from Amazon, same type, same brand, because i had an unfixable flat in front last year, and two forgotten labels between tires and rims that made the tires leak, had a total of 5 flats in almost three years on that car that i can remember and leaks on almost continuous basis). He told me to check in, i did, again without mask. Then after he fixed it he came back and told me it wasn't the nail, but a hole next to it. "The nail did not go through" he said "and i don't need to fix that hole. Was thinking, the hole i saw last night. I showed him  the front tires that do not have the grooves much deeper than the rears, and he said those are the newer type. Whatever. He said he put 35 psi on it.

Went back home and put back the fixed tire and was curious and checked pressure and my dial gauge showed 31. I checked the spare too and gauge was showing 13. The cap on the wheel was missing also so i just went back, he gave me the cap, and asked him to check the spare. He inflated the spare back to 60 and then i gave him my gauge and the gauge was showing 50. I suspected for a while now that the gauge is wild. Must be the needle went off center, i'm gonna check. Cause i like it much better than those linear gauges. There was this big AirGas van covering the view when i did that. That AirGas van wandering around in the parking lot kinda following me that ended behind my car when i put back the spare and everything.

I drove back to Angela's. I felt like absent, a big high, a bit numb, driving back there, at a light stop got to race with a big wheeled one of those construction trucks, he finally let me win when the road narrowed.

In all the times i got really mad because the noise at Angela's car that did go away but not completely after the car wormed up real well. (Thinking in my sleepy head to rivet those two screws again with the vise grips, but when the car is really cold, like in the morning. But are the two tiny soft steel screws going to last if the aluminum in between expands with merciless force? What if the high nickel alloy (to bring expansion coefficient closer to aluminum lost it's mechanical strength in time because of the heat?), thinking, thinking, with my numbed brain, should i buy a new throttle, but can't find an aftermarket one with bronze butterfly and the ones that if found have the same tiny screws, the tiniest i saw when compared to other brands).

I went and parked Angela's car and took my truck when i saw a guy (young, slender, probably blue eyes) who was talking on speakerphone and in the same time pointing the phone at me, no matter in what direction he was walking. When i backed up he turned around keeping pointing the phone at me.

While driving back, still absent, still a bit high, after i climbed on the overpass, i saw at the end or in the downslope 2 Police SUVs and a motorcycle, with flashing lights, two cops with no masks, and just drove following the car in front of me, forgetting to look at the stop light while on cameras of those Police vehicles. (Kept thinking all day, in between other stuff, how many people neglected other medical problems thinking of COVID and s...t. Thinking at Biden's first deception, the fight on White Supremacists. You can't separate white supremacism from every day American life cause it's built on it cause it comes from freemasons. Their slogan is, make good men better, what happens to the rest of us. And having Kamala who in reality is blonde, green eyes, posing as a black is not going to trick me).

The level of detail these guys go at with their continuous deception is unbelievable. All based on predictability of my behaviour, they wait for me and adjust their actions, in a day like these, after an important post, while most likely leaking video, audio, whatever, to make me loose the points i made involuntarily with my last posts.