X-Mozilla-Status: 0001 X-Mozilla-Status2: 00800000 X-Mozilla-Keys: Message-ID: <53C60A4F.7090802@sbcglobal.net> Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 22:14:55 -0700 From: Richard Childers User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (X11; FreeBSD i386; rv:10.0.3) Gecko/20120327 Thunderbird/10.0.3 MIME-Version: 1.0 To: Matt Eberhardt Subject: Wouldn't Surprise Me If Alan Attar Has A Body Up There. Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit It's been an interesting week or two. I've noticed that Alan really, REALLY doesn't want anyone in his apartment - he wouldn't even let the exterminator into his apartment to look for bedbugs, today, and there's no way a guy from New York City doesn't know about bedbugs. This started a few days after Gwen 'died'. He started being really secretive. Then ... a few days ago ... he started keeping all the windows open. The windows are closed, now - all but one, in the bedroom farthest from the front door. Who's missing? Well, I haven't seen anyone visit Alan, but there WAS one person, on a bicycle - I know because I saw a bicycle parked under the stairs to Alan's apartment, and Alan claimed it as his guest's bicycle. Then, the bicycle disappeared. Then, Alan started acting wierd. And it was the only time I ever know of someone visiting Alan. I never heard any sort of a struggle, upstairs, since Gwen left ... but Alan's weird enough to think of poisoning someone - he is a fairly smart guy. And I think it's pretty clear that Alan is going through some sort of a breakdown. So, I have no idea what's going to be found in that apartment, when the managers finally get in, again ... .. but, if you have any recently missing homeless people, I would not personally be surprised to find them upstairs. It just can't get any weirder here. Regards, ~richard PS: Regarding those bedbugs, I think there must be between forty and one hundred people here at 137 12th Street, who would all like to see Richard Henson's head on the end of a long stake - his own inlaws at the front of the pack - and so I wouldn't be too surprised to hear of him getting the shit kicked out of him at a gas station, in the next few weeks. Seems the owners of 137 12th Street knew they had bedbugs. So did Richard Henson. His response: to move to Rio Dell, while expecting to keep his job as apartment manager - even though all this - fleas, ticks, cockroaches, bedbugs - all happened during the time that he was the apartment manager. Un-fucking-believable, if you'll pardon my language. A big tip of the hat to my wife for her diligence in spotting the bedbugs and identifying them. I think she did the City of Fortuna a HUGE favor - one that will never be acknowledged, because everyone is too ashamed to talk about it.