I swear, newspapers should have signs out front that say, "Crazies welcome."
Woman comes into our place today to get somebody to do a story on a man who is terrorizing her apartment complex. She is a loud talker, which is just perfect for our converted train station office that is all brick and has the sound qualities of a cave. Reverberates everywhere.
She says the man has been injuring tenants, yet claims nobody has gotten a good look at him. Sitting there with an arm in a sling, she says she has had multiple knee injuries and untold surgeries because of this ghost of a man.
To top it off, she says the latest incident resulted in her being found by police after "downing 100-some pills forced on me by this man." She says "we" have never really seen him, we apparently being herself and the odd assortment of personalities that reside in her 300-pound body. She doesn't seem to be a reputable source.
The poor reporter who had to deal with her looked like he would have put a gun in his mouth had one been available.
Woman comes into our place today to get somebody to do a story on a man who is terrorizing her apartment complex. She is a loud talker, which is just perfect for our converted train station office that is all brick and has the sound qualities of a cave. Reverberates everywhere.
She says the man has been injuring tenants, yet claims nobody has gotten a good look at him. Sitting there with an arm in a sling, she says she has had multiple knee injuries and untold surgeries because of this ghost of a man.
To top it off, she says the latest incident resulted in her being found by police after "downing 100-some pills forced on me by this man." She says "we" have never really seen him, we apparently being herself and the odd assortment of personalities that reside in her 300-pound body. She doesn't seem to be a reputable source.
The poor reporter who had to deal with her looked like he would have put a gun in his mouth had one been available.
