12:00 pm
Couldn’t stay away could you? Still trying to figure out if my claims are true or if I am making all this up. Well, stay tuned. We left off yesterday discussing the why so let’s dive into the how today. This part is very easy, I have already been doing some test runs and I am developing my style with time and repetition. My chase vehicle is an innocuous car that looks like every other car on the road. Other than the tinted windows to allow my surveillance, the car doesn’t have any distinguishing features. I can blend into a residential neighborhood just as easily as a commercial district. I simply live my normal life, I am not out to “catch” anyone, I am more like courtesy enforcement, that sounds much nicer. In the course of my normal daily travels, I almost always come across a candidate that is willing to volunteer for our project.
The other day I was traveling a residential 30 mph zone and a lady pulled out right in front of me, cell phone held to her ear with one arm and then she proceeded to go between 15 and 20 mph. I should have qualified the rules by stating that the use of a cell phone during the breaking of one of the rules exponentially increases your chances of meeting me and that extra attention will also be generously doled out during the consequences phase. The rage woke immediately but our lucky lady had even more to offer us. We pulled up to a traffic light and when the light turned green, our candidate was too involved in her conversation, arms flailing wildly inside the car, that she didn’t see the light change. Word of warning, when I sound my horn, that is fair notice your ass is in my sights. I tapped my horn and this lady looks in her rearview mirror and shrugged, she actually shrugged. The only thing she could have done better would have been to fly me the bird, I have a special love of birds. Rage engaged!
She finally pulled forward and continued down the road still going below the speed limit. At this point, I am locked on so I continued to follow her through the neighborhood until she pulls up into the driveway of a brick ranch style house with a semi-circle driveway that you can pull up to the front door and then continue out the other side of the driveway. It was a modest home, a little older but reasonably well maintained. I pulled to the curb on the street and just watched this lady. She exited the car, still on the damn cell phone and didn’t even acknowledge the strange car parked on the street right in front of her house. Feeling bold now, the rage giving me strength and this incredible feeling of power, I quietly got out of my car and stood there leaning on my roof with my arms folded together just staring at her until she finally saw me standing there. She just stops and looks at me like a deer in the headlights and says “can I help you with something” with a pissy little attitude. Perfect, the rage loves snarky. I bent down into my car and pulled my Canon camera out and snapped a few shots of this lady. She doesn’t know what to do or how to react, she is just staring at me. I smiled at her and I said “you have no idea the danger you just put yourself in and invited to your home and you were too busy talking on your phone to even know it.” She starts stammering, firing questions at me and I smiled back at her and got back into my car and was making my notes of the interaction; address, vehicle, plate number so we can learn more about this death row inmate.
You may think that she might have written down my license plate number and can identify me. First, not my plate so worry not, and second, I didn’t do anything illegal, I made no direct threat and even if I had, law enforcement will not get involved unless you are threatened more than once by the same individual, that is a fact, I know from experience. I think this lady would have been a perfect candidate but I was not ready yet for the final step, and I think the lesson would have been lost because she was completely clueless that what she was doing was wrong. This inspired me to expand on my interactions with the candidates. No, I don’t merely want to kill them, I want to terrorize them so that everyone in their life feels their panic, their pain, their hopelessness. I want them to understand consequences! As I was mulling this over, the front door off the house opened up and a young girl of about 6 or 7 comes running out and hugs the woman. I just smiled as I was driving down her street and out of her neighborhood, leverage…