They took my health woes to their advantage. And boy, were they high and drunk as fuck havng the the time of their life. They even brought in more feathery-fuckstains
Black Shaun said at the Decatur Inn Motel (After I left 1 Fairview Pl) that these Obese fuckers were hired by the Decatur Outlaws. You can read more about that story in it's own section when you have time (I'm looking directly at you, Russ Garver Jr, you Titty Toucher)
I'm laying in bed, pretty sore, not able to move well, at least not quickly, and I start hearing sounds outside the bedroom window. Fatass (different than Fat Tits), starts chucking out a series of word I can barely understand because he bellows, laughs like Porky Pig between sentences and has the stupidest wigger accent I've ever heard. This fucker has a fat gangster lean - at least towards an assortment of words if they were all italics.
Maybe that description doesn't help much. He tries to sound like he's from New York but his syllables take a hard-turn to his television view of other white people talking like they're black. If that makes sense. He straight stole his laugh from a minor character in the movie Die Hard. Meh.
I hear car doors opening, and shutting, opening and shutting, like the Chinese Fire Drill for 10 minutes. I'm not able to expend the energy to look out the window and I'm weighed down by hoses surgically put into my back and attached to two drain bulbs and my urostomy pouch (pissbag).
I heard what sounds like crumbling a potato chip bag over and over right at the window. I heard Keith, Fatass and Alex outside laughing. The sounds they were making was an exaggerated mimic of the urostomy bags I was using at the time. They were rather loud, if you paid attention close enough to my crotch. With your ears that are attached to your face.
So, it's pick on cancer boy* time again. I get it. I'm helpless - what can I do? Run out there in the approaching winter with hoses in my back, half nude, with a pissbag and chase someone down to fight them? No. Like they would be waiting outside for me or something.
They had the advantage and they beat it to the ground.
I just want you to view it the way I view it - these are tactics molesters use. Waiting in the dark, watching without being seen, misdirection, reaching in my pants while I slept.
I had a kidney failure around September of 2024 and about a month before that, it got to be where I couldn't walk. I think it was in part to sleeping on the floor and the Keytruda treatment for my cancer, or, possibly some other bullshit that I'm not aware of.
Keith kept telling me he had a bed arriving, over and over, and I offered to buy it but it kept being put off. This is a reoccurring theme if you're inclined to details and I've made a list of similarities available in case you didn't, but I won't link it here so to not get off-topic. I look for a reasonably priced mattress and frame to have shipped because being weakened from the surgery and basically folding my body in half to get up or down wasn't a great thing to do when in just had my colon re-sectioned and a Urostomy.
The bed arrived and the platform frame after I spent around $300. If you think you know what happened next, you're correct. Keith and a whore brought a blood-stained mattress to the house the very next day. Meh.
Shortly after the kidney failure, a shitty silver Chevy Impala arrived and the above fuck I call Fat Tits, would sit in the driveway all night and most of the day. I noticed after a month or so that it was usually when I used my computer. They would lightly beep their horn when I made movements in the house, such as going to the restroom, leaving the restroom, going in the front room, etc.
A month or so before that, Alexander D Hays started coming over once in a while, sometimes to bring me Meth. I smoked meth lightly. I spent maybe $70 a month on it a couple times, so, not much if you know anything about it you'll know what I mean. Alex said he worked with the 7 Fairview neighbor, Amanda Brown at Casey's gas station in a small town years ago. Whether it's true or not doesn't concern me, because a quick search on any site can give you that name at that address. I used BeenVerified.com to establish that fact.
* If you want to know why I refer to myself as "Cancer Boy," read the page about my father, Gerald Godsey Jr. and you'll know why.
The orginal "Decatur Dick Hunter." my dick. It involves costumes and to act like someone else. Ole' Pocky (Fat Tits) and even Keith got into dressing like women and security guards. Weird stuff.
Alex D Hays. He's in the motel room next to me, along with Black Shaun. Two homosexuals, same agenda
The original cards I made. the top one is for hellaga.in and the bottom one is for this site, MaliaMarieGodsey.com
My 2019 iMac I bought used for about $550 years before was acting shady. It started that was after I stopped living at 1175 N Wilder Ave in 2022 - the same year I discovered I had cancer.
A brief history of my Apple Macs can be viewed another time, but let me summarize here, until you can get to that. Raebecca or someone she knew harvested my data from my 2009 iMac (I didn't know at the time). Then my 2012 iMac was stolen at Fred Born's in 2023. I bought the 2019 iMac in 2022, I believe, and that Mac was left unattended at 420 Glencoe Ave where Raebecca Grabowski lived at the time.
And also at 1004 W Main Street. The Main Street Crack-dealer?
I gave the 2012 iMac (prior to it being stolen) to Troy Bright so I could teach him about digital art, design, etc. Also, he was using a [maybe] stolen laptop that was previously a school's property and I was told he was a sex offender so I kinda' was encouraging him to a different path until I found out more about his past.
It was forced back onto me by Raebecca (that story will be posted as well) but eventually stolen at Fred Born's in 2023 as mentioned before.
Alexander D Hays came over to Fred Born's in 2023 and I was partitioning my drive to use Boot Camp (where I could run Windows). I asked him about where or not to do a particular thing, and he typed some command lines, smirking, and that was that. I couldn't get it to work correctly ever since.
At Keith Webb's, my 2019 iMac was being suspicious in ways I won't go into detail here - that information will be given to law enforcement. I had many surgeries, treatments and more health tasks I had to do and, like I said, my electronics were left unattended. I password protect most things, but obviously I was being watched which started at 1175 N Wilder Ave shortly before I returned. My electronics were left unattended during my homeless time period (which continues to this day).
That's when I got the idea that I don't need to ignore this shit, keep getting victimized or chase after cowards anymore.
I made business cards! Haha. Man, did they retaliate.
Look. I said to anyone listening as I was starting to create this website that "You motherfuckers can't stop me!" That was over a year ago, and they did stop me. They hacked my phone, Mac M2, iMac 2019 and Apple Watch SE (there goes all that health data - fuck!).
I still didn't give up. I see that the goal was to take evidence (more about that in a different section), stop my voice about my abuse, keep me always occupied (see, they plagiarized me - that was my goal with Raebecca). I see. Protect my sister from getting in trouble for the abuse and help Raebecca to hurt me because I didn't want to be with her in a relationship-way.
Meh. I already knew that when I introduced Raebecca to Tim Brackett and my sister to Fred Born - the most pussy-needing people I knew. Hahaha.
The original set of business cards, handed out all over Decatur, Peoria, Bloomington/Normal and everywhere between
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