3:00 A couple of weeks ago i filled a hole behind fridge with ready made joint compound from Home Depot. Did it in two steps, cause i knew it was going to shrink. But it didn't act like the powder compound i used before, which was actually mostly gypsum, and it shrank more. I didn't check after filling it the second stage and though the hole was completely covered after the first, it looks like it shrank after the second, and a hole appeared in the middle of it. But i covered the whole section of the wall with a plastic foil just to be sure. However tonight when i came home sitting here on the couch trying to figure who the guy at the bar was (where i ordered burgers) when the fridge started i felt the specific smell of th`e wall insides. So i plugged the hole, cleaned the floor under, didn't want to make much noise, Angela's sleeping and removed the now contaminated plastic foil. Tomorrow i'll check again, wash that foil and put it back.
3:05 Yeah i found the man (Amber was there too with several women, one partially dressed as a bride of whom i mostly seen the back, all besieging the soda machine), was thinking all night of how much damage did to me the artist known to all us as David Copperfield (old style post). I wrote a lot in a post about my experience in Italy, when i lived in an apartment with two students and a violin player, Davide from Bari. One night i organized a party, like we did a lot when we were students, the Italian students seemed clueless though they were attending discotheques, where i once was invited by thought i was too old and bald to go (33). Now i know what they did, Davide did not participate, don't know if he was in his room, but i think he made it all look like some sort of ventriloquist trick, with me playing the guitar and speaking Italian almost seamlessly. Have to explain this. Speaking Romanian and French makes you learn Italian very quickly especially since i had on cable all the major Italian channels, for two years before that with all movies dobbed in Italian etc.. He tried some more, and actually this is how i figured (now). He acted like he didn't have a job when he moved and invited me to go and play together on the streets, he with his violin and me with the accordion which i was very good at and probably told him.
But that's not all. After i came in the US, at my second or third job 1996 (if i count the one with the accidental exposure, at Electronic Specialty in Vancouver) there was also a guy called David... Cooper, who my supervisor, others, didn't like and he didn't stay long. But there also was present... the artist known to us all as Prince, Maurice Gibb (like from the Bee Gees), Sir Tim Berners-Lee, others. It doesn't surprise me now since two of my neighbors in Romania where Robin Gibb (acting as a piano player) who was married to Whitney Houston, acting as a judge.
Ever since people believe i can't speak or read English, or maybe can't read at all, and it's all a trick when i start speaking English. The man at the bar tonight was implying just that, he would not listen to me but only to Angela, when we made the order.
Just read "David's Wikipedia page" and found his "mother's maiden name was Gispan", which corresponds to the name Gipaya (Dino) of the Hawaiian supervisor at Credence so he could have been him as well. As i once explained, the building where i worked at Credence was on Nimbus alright but at the end next to... Fanno Creek. Latabar, (Davide) di Bari, also in this look, the Albanian male prostitute i met at the shelter or Caritas. He made one attempt to drag me into his business.
12:23 He worked really hard to ruin my whole morning and when he finally succeeded and i grabbed my laptop to document it he ran into his car and started the engine but waiting there for something, maybe for me to finish writing. He was here at least the last 10 days, with only one day break. This morning he woke me up at 10, (i went to bed at 6) after doing Johnny Depp and Copperfield, on a wave of irritation, i wanted to sleep some more by he started doing laundry which he didn't for weeks. I was half asleep and the other half of my brain was wondering about what i done and post it lately, but now i'm just mad. Imagine someone walking on top of you, catching your most tender morning thoughts like with an antenna (or maybe shin shin shin gan) and then walking on top of you in the rhythm of those. Of course making you breath some fresh dust from the ceiling.
12:28 Just looked through window, he's gone, the washer keeps running, now the guys next door took over and started hitting the wall again in most critical moments of your thinking processes. When they're done, some will start shutting the doors of a car like maybe 10 times for each car, a siren's already been on, but then they will start over with their mind torturing tools. As i prooved unintentionally the other day, there is no one really living here in the complex. When i go outside, the guests are ready and pop from their holes, walking in front of me, simulating all kinda things, for show, but when i took the pictures they all ran inside, not to be seen in those.
12:45 I think i solved the mystery of my lower colon pains. It's some sort of ancient Buddhist inspired trick which blocks one of your sphincters (circular muscles that you have all over your body that regulates passage of fluids, including in colon, also known (to me) as chackras). Last few times i went to the restroom it was again either the man upstairs or next wall who came and flushed the toilet at a certain moment while i was sitting there. It happened twice, today. They did that constantly, for years. Nothing happens instantly but hours later. Like today, i went to sleep and then woke up with pain. Yesterday and today i tried some relaxation methods and in both cases the pain went away. Pain was so intense, especially yesterday, it was ER type of pain pain. Today the blockage is gone but there is an "after soreness" that lingers on. I can only imagine what happens and one of the things is blockage of blood circulation in those areas, if the muscle stay contracted for too long, and that can lead to ischemia and putting you in a medical emergency.
It was in 2007 when i started to have this sort of things. One day i went in there ad again the man downstairs came in the bathroom and yelled so i can hear it: Silence! i want to poop!
9:39 Too many things to write, don't have time. However, one that's important. Just went and plugged 3 holes. Two were made like they've been done by me (i have a tool that i use to enlarge the hole first to pour the borax) and left open. That might explain the yelling children here in the afternoon, like high on something.
11:45 When we both started to yell at each other i realized there must be one more hole which i found, poured borax (don't bother to mix it with water anymore) and plugged.
