I just answered a knock at my door to find a drunk man with a buzzcut asking me where "Josh and Aly" were. He described one of my roommates.
He proceeded to tell me that he knew me, and that a neighbor of mine kicked him out for dogging on their sexuality, and that they belonged in South Africa with AIDS like the rest of "them". He asked me if he could come inside to talk to me, and I said no. He said he's seen what I've been doing and that he doesn't like it and he concluded by saying I need to pack up my shit and leave or die.
The police are on their way, so is Ryan. This marks the ninth death-threat of my life. Jesus Christ.
Update:
Police have come and gone (Ryan actually beat the cops over here by about three minutes, go Ryan) and the guy is nowhere to be seen. This worries me because I went and looked outside right after blogging this, so 4-5 minutes later, and the guy was nowhere to be seen (I heard him pounding on the apartment next door after I got the door shut, so I know he didn't just jet off). This worries me that he may be a resident, especially since he described my roommates (he also knew both their names). I thought his description of Josh's height was off, but it turns out he was right and I was wrong.
Some disconcerting things he said:
"I've heard what you've said and I've seen what you've done and I don't like it."
"I know who you are."
"I've been inside your apartment."
"I'm sick of the mind games. You need to pack up your shit and leave or die."
Maybe the guy was just babbling while on a million different drugs, or maybe he's one of the local skinheads that we've pissed off, I don't know. Here's the thing, we just got a new roommate and we've been leaving the door unlocked because he doesn't have a key. Josh just told me that when he got home last night the door was half open.
I've received eight death threats in my life before today, but never by somebody in person at my place of residence. I confess I'm a little paranoid now - this must be how the right wing feels all the time.
The police have continued to case the premises and have advised me on what to do if he returns.
There are still no gods and never were, religion is still intellectual poison, and gays are your equals in every way. Just thought I'd clear that up. Asshole.
Comments (32)
Fuck that is scary. Are you okay? I think these crazy people want you dead. This is insane. Seriously just fucking insane.
wow, that is... an experience.
Ninth? What are you doing right?
What on earth is anyone so upset with you about?
What have you been doing that he "saw" and is so upset about? That is insane...
Nine? I think I have you beat if you include casual death threats. Way more if you include people telling me that god will kill me.
Invest in a baseball bat or a can of mace to keep at the door. After I got stabbed, I bought a bulk pack of mace and gave it away to my friends.
I blame PCP. Lock your doors.
I'll pray for you. Queer.
@adema_raven - lmao! Love you, dude.
JT
O.O I agree with the bat idea. Of course you have to be careful about that too (since you have roommates) >.> I almost took my hubby's head off with one when he decided to be funny and sneak in our guest room window at 2am. I'd make sure to keep a phone on you or near you.
o___________o;
guess mace should work...
@GodlessLiberal - Golf club works better. More force over a smaller area. :)
- John
That's scary. Stay safe!
Wow. that's a lot....stay safe and be careful
Dude, that sucks ass. Just get a key for whoever needs one and lock that shit up tight!!
@radicalramblings - My "educated guess" would be that this person is upset about JT's atheist activism. From what I see on his blog, he seems to be a very, very outspoken atheist activist, involved in several different organizations, and he's participated in protests, etc.
That is rather scary. And you got my one beat by quite a bit.
I think your first priority would be to run to the nearest hardware store or locksmith and get your key duplicated so your new roomie can have one and start locking the door. You might also invest in some sort of something for self defense, whether it be mace, a good beating stick, or a firearm (I'm rather fond of the .45 with hollow point bullets). If he's crazy enough to say all that while drunk and to break into your house, no telling what other crazy he's got.
It's time to practice your second amendment right. That's right, stitch some bear arms to your shoulders. I guarantee nobody will screw with you then.
you be careful dear.
Holy shit.
Sleep with one eye open man, and get your roomie a key.
Mace, or, if it is illegal in your region, concentrated capsaicin. Seriously.Even if the aim is off, the effects, if in an area of porous skin, it will slow down an attack [one recipient had discovered this when it was aimed south of the beltline, due to the hands being held away from the face.] Get a stack and hand them out as party favors to your room mates and fellow activists. Add 911 to your speed dial, and train your hand to be able to use it without having to see the keypad. Get that key for your new roommate.
I've had an event like that happen to me a few times in my life; I rarely if ever walk around solo or follow a specific pattern to work, home, etc.; that, and I've also established a network of friends who perform the, "how's it going?" calls on an irregular basis, and re-established my self defense techniques.
If you've managed to get a radical riled, shutting up is the one thing you don't want to do; you've living proof right there that you are effective.
Best to you, and best of luck to you.
Hopefully that guy was just drunk or drugged up.
Paintball guns are always fun for stuff like this.
Totally unrelated (I hope your stalker situation improves)
http://thetheologianscafe.xanga.com/710307678/the-science-of-evolution/
It gets really discouraging to see the same stupid idiocy spewed out over and over and over, even after concentrated efforts to clarify very simple facts. *sigh* At least, it does frustrate me.
Qucik. Invent a god to pray to, and then forget the locks on doors, and the police. Just relax and know that everyting works together for good, or approximately so, or maybe not so often, but it sounds hopeful.
This is truly frightening, and even from a great distance, I am concerned for your saftey and well-being. Be vigilant.