I am a simple man. I have chosen a life out of the ordinary to pursue an itch that irritates my soul. So, I began writing to search for the reason why I felt the need to write. Eventually, I realized that I was building a philosophy.

To make this all work I had to humble myself. I moved in with my mother a long time ago to help her and my extended family. For a long time we shared her car, and everything worked out fine. I took care of the take and servicing and we got along like bread and bitter. She retired and became elderly. Back in 2021 we decided to get a new car. I suggested putting it in my name so it would be easier for me to maintain it, and she refused. She needed to feel independent. After she spent a month in the hospital and was having a hard time getting around, I suggested putting the car in my name again to make things easier. She got angry. I didn’t blame, she was having a miserable experience with her health, but it occurred to me that I was vulnerable to the situation. I am also the primary caregiver to my father who lives nearby. So, I did a small amount of research and went and bought a car. To be honest, my energy was running high and I chose a car mostly by whim. When I brought the car home a whole different level of fun started.

My house is about one hundred fifty feet from the road. My new car was in the garage with the door closed. I was on the second floor and heard a car come up the driveway, so I looked out the window. A small grey truck pulled right up to my garage door and a man, a government agent in appearance, got out and hopped up on the hood of the ruck to look through the window of the garage door. Then popped back down and into the truck quickly driving away.

As I stated a couple posts ago, every morning I go to get coffee and write out my head for some time there was another customer who came in fairly regularly. I would sit at a counter that faced out to the parking lot. He was my age with blonde greying hair. I tried to spark a conversation with him a while before, just because we were both regulars, but he was having none of it. The morning after I bought the car, he parked in front of where I was sitting, got out of his car and simply stood still and glared at me. A questioning look of confusion and hatred. I had no idea what to make of it, so I just shrugged my shoulders in return. I have not seen that guy since.

Later that day I drove to the mall. I parked in a place away from other cars, given that mine was new and all, and went into LL Bean. I was looking at travel bags when a tall white guy came hastily around a corner. He was clean cut with a military demeanor. He saw me, apparently recognized me, then quickly tried to act casual. He tapped the phone in his front pocket through his pants three distinct times. After which he started looking at the items on the shelf near him in a very unconvincing manner. Back out in the parking lot, two vehicles were parked next to mine on either side. It didn’t seem coincidental, but it was all about to get worse.

From here, every time I left the house I had someone following me. I went to the drug store a car full of black guys came with, watched me go into the store and out. Trying to be menacing. I would go walking on a nearby trail that I frequent, and very few other people used at the same time I did, and there would always be several others now acting shady. On two occasions a man walking in the opposite direction glared at me with clear menace and seemed to be hiding something in his sleeve. The sense was that of giving a threat. Driving on the highway through Waterbury I was surrounded by four cars, seemingly city gangster like cars,.. it was as if they wanted me to follow them.

This was when I decided to go to the police. And as I pointed out a couple of posts ago, they were no help. I was even followed and watched there.

Then, I took my car back to the dealer on two occasions. Both times the service person had trouble with their computer just for me, and had to reboot it. Giving me the sense my car was not on the standard database. And, both times, while I waited, a young Asian man pulled up in a car (I usually stand looking out a window while waiting), came in and casually stood next to me for a few minutes without saying anything, then would walk directly into the garage area. Then, a few minutes later they would come from the garage and leave. Driving away.

This all started just over a year ago. And it has continued, more or less, since. And like I have already stated, when the people who look like criminals disappear, the people who look like agents appear. Like perfect choreography. And most importantly, and the greatest indicator of corruption that I can think of, is that no one has approached me. It is clear that many people know something is going on, but I am treated like plutonium by everyone.

My conclusion is that the FBI and DEA are useless. Their only goal is to protect political interests. Nothing more.