Her premise (2026) to other people is that I'm her boyfriend, I treat her like shit so she fucks everyone. I didn't know at the time, but thankfully I remembered what Tim Brackett and TJ Barrett and Troy Bright kept saying to me - I was her boyfriend (this was way back in 2022). We'd even argue about it, but that's what she needs to appease her black crack dealer. To be clear, she is not a victim, she is a victimizer. Later, she told a person (name withhelld) she was taking care of me while I had cancer - which she wasn't. Far from it.
Mullet # 1. I didn't know it, but one incident triggered a diluge of fuckery, stupid manipulation, trivial non-sense and staged her world against mine.
I didn't see it coming, at all. I mean, who does? But I came to understand that it was designed by a couple people prior to the abuse. And it continues to this day through harassment and stalking
A few months before the actual diagnosis of Stage IV Cancer, a woman started secretly meeting with my sister. Her name is Raebecca Grabowski. She was backed with her crack dealer, I'll nickname this crack dealer "Black Shaun " a.k.a. Main Street Stalker (so as not to be confused with friends of mine that are named "Shawn" and are white).
Raebecca is a trouble-maker. Almost exclusively close to black gang members and drug dealers, but was married to my buddy Troy Bright in the 80s or 90s and I guess he used to beat her up quite a bit, according to Raebecca's brother, whom I like. Troy and I are no longer friends and one reason is I discovered Troy Bright was a sex-offender.
Raebecca was always starting shit with Troy and Troy gets rather emotional and can get worked up when someone might be playing games. And, like most friends, I tried to help him cope with her bullshit onslaught.
Troy and Raebecca insisted I meet their friend Kerry so they picked me up and we headed over there. One thing led to another and while only me, Kerry's daughter were in the kitchen, Raebecca walked inside after being outside with a black dude for at least 30 minutes while Kerry and Troy were in another room. She immediately locked her glassy eyes on me - obviously high-as-fuck and on some kind of bullshit and damn-near floated right to me. She started grabbing on me and touching me, which I didn't not like, desire or create a notion that I wanted her attention. After trying to pull away from her so many times, I leaned against the kitchen counter, hung my head down and went motionless and said "Fuck it. I'm a cat."
Raebecca continued grabbing onto me and getting close to my face with her glassy eyes and Kerry's daughter said "Raebecca! Leave him alone! He said he's a cat!"
She released me and turned towards Kerry's daughter grinning ear-to-ear and leaned towards her right like she was going to walk to her, but didn't. That did, however, loosened her grip on my wrists and I broke free into the attached garage.
Troy entered the garage with Kerry and I said "Look. Your ole' lady keeps fucking touching me all the time and if you can't handle the shit, I fucking will!" I'll explain in more detail what happened next, because this isn't the first time circumstances like this happened.
He went into the kitchen while I walked to Kerry. After a few minutes, they said that we're leaving, so we walked to her BMW that was parked in a really difficult way in a weird parking area at the back of the house.
They were arguing and there was no way in hell Raebecca would be able to back out of there, so I volunteered to drive. Why did I volunteer to drive? On many occasions before, they would argue while she drove 50% or more above the speed limit on any given road, while I was slamming around in the small back seat of her 3-Series. On one occasion, because I'm 6-feet tall, I have to basically straddle the hump where the transmission is, and she flew over Water Street while driving along Garfield Street (if you've been in Decatur Illinois, you'll understand). There's a hump in the cross-section and going high-speed, (I'd guess 70 in a 35 MPH zone),, coming off that hump so fast, my three balls smashed down into that hump and it wasn't pleasant.
So I said "I'll fucking drive and you guys argue in the fucking back seat this time!" I started the car andI wasn't going anywhere. Troy said I had the emergency brake on and I said I didn't (I guess she always puts the emergency brake on). Everything was set and I turned around to look out the back window since I had to reverse up and around a tree. Raebecca wasn't there. In her car. She vanished. I told him since I had the keys the last she saw, I wasn't going to drive someone else's vehicle without their permission, so we went inside.
Troy kept asking for the keys and I refused. He then said to give them to Kerry and he'd put them up, so I did. We were talking and Troy couldn't think straight and wasn't listening at all. She does that to him. Fucks his head up.
He said he was at least going to go out and kick the car and I smiled and said "I'm not going to stop you." Kerry and I kept talking and we hear weird noises, almost like scraping against wood and metal. He looked at me and started headed outside and said "I hope he didn't do what I think he did."
He did. Apparently Troy got the keys from Kerry and tore the fuck out of there, scraping against the tree, the garage and probably other things. I told him prior to that, that I would call and get us a ride back to my house. He disagreed - at least in his mind and actions.
To finish this segment, Raebecca messaged me on Facebook Messenger around 8 in the morning and asked where the car was and where Troy Bright was. I said I had no idea about either. Her brother always told me to get in touch with him if shit went fucked up. Well, this was fucked up. So I called him many times, left a voicemail and text'd him with no response. Hours go by and she said she was coming by my house because she believed I was hiding Troy, which I wasn't (if he did come over, I would have hid him, of course, heh). She didn't come by.
I started thinking and decided to get in touch with Alexander D Hays - yes, my stalker before he was a stalker. Apparently, Troy was at Jennifer Kirby's, the neighbor of Fred Born (you see how these people are kinda' gathering together in this one story, right?). If you notice, good job, you're paying attention. If not, pay attention and you'll see that these names will be reoccurring.
He got arrested later that evening or the next morning, even though I offered to pick him up and he could hide out at my place. I told him I would say I was driving the car and accidentally wrecked it too.
Nope. Someone on that block turned him in. My offer wasn't accepted because, wait for it... he drove the 3-Series BMW into the Decatur Lake out of frustration and a suicide attempt.
She just wouldn't stop her shit. Leaving her child's car wedged in my yard and leaving it behind for days.
My goal was to occupy her with trivial things, like really long conversations. Keep her busy so she wouldn't fuck with other people's lives, namely Troy. But she's driven by ego, crack and the encouragement of black gang members, other drug dealers and arrogance
It was curious that she was taking pictures of me, laughing, telling her crack dealer all about me. So I spun around like it was 3-D imaging
Raebecca kept on me, all the time, insistent we have sex of some sort. Let me back up to the beginning of when I met this gross woman.
I was at Alexander D Hays' on 20th Street (Dickenson) in Decatur Illinois and we were partying. We were all smoking Meth, listening to music, and TJ Barrett and I were drinking alcohol.
Troy Bright, my friend at the time, came in smashed - drunk, hanging all over a middle-aged woman with a mullet. He asked me if I remembered that he was married before, insisting he told me about this mulleted woman, and I said I don't think he did, but I remember him talking about her brother, Kevin ("KP") hence why he always said "...he was like a brother to me."
He said "Not the one I married so she could get a green card," and I said "That's the only one I remember."
He introduces me and she stretches out her arms to hug me, and I backed away and, when I tell you, I mean what I'm about to say.
She looked at me like I was the worst, evilest piece of shit that ever walked the earth. So I offered to shake her hand after Troy said for me to at least do that. I explained to her I just don't care for women touching me because he could be misinterpreted.
I decided to be friendlier by asking her a couple questions. "Do you have a perm?" She replied "No. (it turns out that, yes, she did have a perm that her and Jason Goetz got at the same time, you know, as a crack-loving couple). Then I asked her if she dried her hair wet, and she said she did.
Se, I have this theory that people, men mostly, but women too, that get a perm, have a mullet and dry their hair wet. My theory is that they're unduely arrogant and start shit (I was not wrong).
While Troy was in the Macon County jail, I was tasked to do errands he needed like pick up a leather coat I gave him, which he took to a shop to get customized. On this task, Raebecca was drunk and high and thought it was a party at 10 a.m. on the snowy slippery roads. She had her alcohol tumbler in hand, leg hanging out the window, leaned back crossing the wintery Martin Luther King Jr street (what people still call Broadway) and Van Buren crossway without looking and I snapped.
I told her it's not a party and I'm trying to get Troy's requests done, etc. and to take me the fuck back home. Troy asked me to help her out while he was locked up, which I din't know why - they seemingly weren't dating because they always argued and never touched each. At least touch each other in a way that wasn't punches.
So I did. I think what he meant was to pay for her crack, but ended up having her pick me up all the time to move her furniture and other shit, that always ended up where she wanted to party and I'd yell at her. Standard stuff like "Where do you want me to move the fucking couch so I can leave?" and "So what the fuck needs moved and to where? I'm not staying here for hours for no fucking reason!"
Meh. Always some bullshit, but I still did it.
It always seemed like someone was watching. For some reason. The house she was selling because her husband, Paul Grabowski, was divorcing her and it seemed like... not a real house? There was a scattering of furniture, but didn't really seemed lived in, if you know what I mean.
So, that kind of thing kept happening, she said she was making dinner one time around 7 and I should stop by. I stopped by around 10 p.m. to see if I was to move furniture downstairs, for staging or - whatever. She sat in a small room, pissed, and said the dinner was cold and I was late.
Wait. What?
I guess she invited me to dinner? Pump the fucking brakes, now. I thought nothing of it then, but I sure the fuck do now.
The story does not stop here, but I will continue at another time. Stories will include at least, these:
" The girl is infectious human waste, and she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she won't commit to anything "
Fight Club
Chuck Palahniuk
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