Part 1: Bizarre. I am living with my Mom in a 103 unit apartment complex.
The reason for my current living arrangement is Strictly on account of being a subject of a Hazing by a few very well-placed, aggressive Hollywood types including many of my family who live in other units under different names while pretending not to know me.
Many years ago they decided to try to get me in to the biz after borrowing many of my songs, ideas, product inventions, etc., so they then started this Hazing which I am still putting up with due to their unusual sense of ETHICS. I am being treated to The Silence. Short form: We won't tell you and you have to surrender your Rights (to avoid possible liability issues due to their borrowing my stuff without my knowledge or legal consent...and on account of the Hazing and its various cruelties.
If you know anything about the biz, then you might know what I am talking about. They run a tight guild closed shop. Or at least this bunch does. Very well known associates of Warner Bros. Records, Capitol Records, RCA, most all of the labels, but hiding behind others around here.
One of the 'motivators' they've been using is by living upstairs and around as people whom I do not know or recognize while they give me the piss at a non-verbal distance for failing 'to deal with Their Issues'. Hell, I'm an amateur. They know what they are doing...buying time.
The latest stunt that they've pulled is a family of new neighbors who moved in upstairs a couple of months ago. Often abrasively loud, rude, and very "Beulah!" in an obvious stereotypical performance with a nice Cadillac De Ville which they park in an open unprotected parking space, all deliberate.
And of course there are stray cats in the complex which is very good for keeping the rodent population at a minimum...except of course 'the dude with the fancy car' hates cats, especially on a cold night when the strays are likely to rest on the warm hood of his car. He gets Very Aggressive about the cats because they might scratch the car's paint and is a real terror, largely because he does have the right to complain to the management about rounding up the cats.
But remember, this is a staged series of unpleasant incidents by said upstairs neighbor on behalf of several well-placed artists and 'their trade', so it's all a hoax. Except...
About the three stray cats. The upstairs have been stomping at them. Cussing at them and at me. Running them off when they are at my door in need of food. One of the cats developed a suspicious limp that lasted for days.
As for the cats, they are, or were, incredible. The one cat with black fur in particular was always polite and sheepish for needing to ask for food, and he/she did, always, with the ability to repeat (in a cat voice) "Hello...Hello...Hello" when the cat was really hungry. And then would sit politely with his head tilted to one side and wait for an act of kindness, as if he/she was once a pet long since abandoned.
So the cat was raised to be dependent on human beings.
Again, remember, the persons responsible for my Hazing are Rich, Powerful Hollywood types in the entertainment and music industry and that "the car" is deliberately a part of the latest stunt.
There were three cats. A beautiful orange Tabby, like an "Australian Mist" breed who also has/had a limited vocabulary likely due to being an abandoned pet. There was the second cat which I have mentioned.
And there is/was a new young stray that traveled with the cat that I mentioned. If you know cats, then you know that they often bond to other specific cats and they run together looking after each other.
About a week or more ago, the cat with black fur stopped showing up at my door. The young cat that ran with the missing cat did show up, distraught, alone, and looking for food. The young cat was normally silent; normally bashful, but on this day the young cat was vocal, crying and walking in hesitant back and forth circles.
The orange Tabby was staying away from the area of my front door and that car, as should be, but he too was obviously distraught and I haven't seen him for several days now.
Yesterday while walking to the corner to catch the bus, I spotted a road kill in the street that had been run over by a hundred trucks; the remains of a cat with black or dark gray fur. On removing the remains of the cat, I looked them over for signs that it was not the cat that I had been feeding, and I have reason to believe that it may not be the same cat, but I cannot be sure.
Since this is the second incident involving a missing/dead cat and the local V.I.P.s in two years, and several more dead cats in the last couple of decades, and a couple of beheaded pigeons, cleanly severed at the neck as if by a pocket knife, I am becoming used to 'their behaviors'. I don't like them.
Now, when I reached for my camera to take a picture of the dead cat "for future reference purposes", I found that my camera was 'suddenly broken'. And of course I am left to assume it as 'a coincidence', just like everything that goes on around here.
Now the problem is, they know about the cats and what I am thinking happened. It could be just another coincidence. It could be a hoax. It could be that they chased the cats off as a part of my Hazing (to get at me; rattle my cage, etc.) and one of the cats was then killed in the streets.
Or, they killed the cat themselves, just like they did with the beheaded pigeons, one of which was found here at the apartments and the other was found on the sidewalk just outside of a Warner Bros. local shoot for one of their t.v. shows. Prior to my Hazing, I was sent to work at Warner Bros. Records/Creative Services div.
At least I do know for sure that the pigeons were beheaded by a person. I know this because the body of the pigeon was plucked of all of its
feathers, and because the eyes in the severed head were gouged out with a twig.
Now, I'm not feeling like sharing music, movie or product ideas with these folks, or helping their little town get richer. It does their ego no good.
I have no outlet. To call the police would be playing into their hands, and in times past the local police have ignored my complaints of disturbing the peace. The cops are in the pocket in Hollywood.
My best bet is to get some kind of money up (yeah, they interfere with my employment here while taking advantage of my enforced poverty and their infinite monies, though they owe me and refuse to discuss that part)
and find a friendly Lawyer.
I apologize for putting this here.