Monday night I was sitting at my computer doing some email. It was 10:45 PM. There was a rap at my door. I opened the door after turning on the porchlight and there’s two of Monrovia’s “Finest.”
“We were told there’s a noise complaint, a baby crtying.” The other cop says, "Can we come in and look around and as I said, “No.” the big one pushed past me into my livingroom. The other one followed. One waited with me in my living room while the other one, unsupervised, prowled my small flat looking for a crying baby or God knows what.
The one in my livingroom was shining his flashlight on an HHG, some half-finished Boneheads and all my manufacturing stuff sitting about. He didn’t say anything. The other one finished his big search and they left, saying little.
Don says I should file a complaint but I don’t want to go to war with them. But they bettter never pull that crap again. I wonder if he planted something?
Front-line orgonite peeps are under attack.
I find it sort of flattering and confirming that we are on the right track.