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Saturday, July 2, 2011

http://homelessti.blogspot.com/2011/07/informants-and-rats-are-constantly.html
by clock

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous7/2/11, 12:01 PM

    I have the same deal, and I am not homeless. I was talked into doing stupid things, like doing prank calls etc. I had a couple befriend me, and talk me into doing these sort of things. Now, these two are gone, just suddenly disappeared from my life, and never saw them again. That's a constant thing, too - having people come into your life, string you along, pretend to be your beset friend, and then just disappear one day, and never to be seen again. And the pattern would always be the same, like they would obtain my cell no. That seemed like an important goal for them. I would then get called up at strange hours and asked stupid questions, under the guise of we are just messing with you and having a good time with you. It got bad enough, that so many perp "friends" had my cell no., and I had to get it changed. Some other informants managed to get my cell no. from me, to coerce me into giving it to them, like I was duped into giving it to them. Always a goal for perps: getting my cell no. It was like a prize or trophy for them to have me give it up.

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