Jilly writes on Adults Who Smear Feces:
“I absolutely had no idea that people broke into other people’s houses and crapped in their skillets.”
I was told if I didn’t like it, I should move to town. There was really nothing I could do. I lived in the desert between Mexico and town and people would come across my property – period.
On top of that I had a huge Frito Lay truck and it was pretty obvious when I left for work in the morning in it @ 4:30 am that there was no one home, nor would there be for awhile.
My closest neighbor was in her 80’s and lived on a huge ranch…. like 100 acres so people could just come in and… whatever.
This is the same house where the guy broke in and got into my bed with me, naked. I have had many experiences and know all kinds of things that are not common. I have that kind of chart.
Anyway, I did not move to town and this happened twice in about a month’s time but never again. I was out there for about 7 years. I liked it tremendously for the most part and actually regret selling / leaving but it had to be.
ps – I had a lot of fun in that house. It was a heyday of sorts. It was the easiest time I have ever had in my life which of course was pretty hard.
Shit and rapists and people who think you neglect your kids when you have no kids, what else is new?
I had a miracle healing in that house, a real one. It was also the house where someone mailed me a gun and I didn’t know who or why or even how to load it for that matter. I still think this is funny. I say there at the kitchen table, gun in my hand trying to figure out what I was supposed to do with it. You know. What does this meeeeeeean?
There was a cow that would show up in my yard now and then out there, I would talk to him. ‘How now, brown cow,” I’d say. All in all I was living pretty good.
ps, the ladder in the pic to roof is because we used to go up there shoot off firecrackers on top the swamp cooler. I also used to stand up their and lecture to my guests. Don’t think I don’t know how to throw a party because I do!
“Elsa, they want you to make a statement,” Leon said one day. “They want you out there right now.”
He was about 28, I was 25 and next thing you know I was up on the roof, waving my arms around making a speech. His wife (Aquarius with a Sadge Moon) also used to get up there and speak.
See, this is why I want to move back to the desert – it is a hell of a lot more fun.
I left that house in the strangest way. Saturn return, actually. (vid from 2008)
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Grrr.
yeah, it was strange but this is even stranger:
I found out it was gone because the FBI wanted it.
::smiles::
That aside, I am pretty sure there are only 2 people who could have done it and I don’t think it was Scott so it must have been the other person who was a virtual stranger, really.
Er… I never thought of this before but I bet when I told the FBI someone had stolen my baby book, they probably thought I was lying.
I was not lying though, that thing has never turned up.
That sounds calculated. Nobody would steal a baby book without wanting to actively twist the knife. It’s not even like stealing Christmas presents. It’s not valuable, in the same sense, to anyone else. It’s personal.
It’s almost like getting the most bang for your buck. We’re in this house, it’s a nice house. This person obviously cares and loves her family. Nobody loved and cared for me. Maybe if I take this book it will mean that I can pretend that somebody loved and cared for me.
It’s like getting hair extensions. It’s not real and it won’t last but looks the part.
Dang! Looking at the photo brought back vivid memories of staying at a place in the foothills outside of Tucson. The smell of creosote bush after the rain, the cicadas singing and the feel of the air. Great story too . . .
All in all, I was broke into 3 times. Twice by illegals who took *nothing but tore the house up something fierce, cooked and shit – both times very similar situation.
Was broke into by a man (he knew me in passing) who took off all this clothes, got in my bed and I woke up with his hands on me.
The baby book was stolen in a short amount of time. That is, it was not put away. I had it out because of the FBI so it was there, I absolutely had it but when they wanted me to give it to them about a week later it was gone.
There was only two people in my house during that week. One of them was Scott who I had known for 10 years. I also talked to him 15 years later and I just don’t think it was him. Had to be the other guy!
I very much took it to be personal. My guess is he took it and tossed it hurt me??
But I will never know. He (if it was him)had no idea the FBI would have interest in it. I only dated him a couple of times. Matter of fact I can’t even remember his name although he liked Jerry Jeff Walker and in fact bought me an album.
Does not sound like a baby book stealer to me either.
This has been a huge mystery since the day (week) it happened.
FBI looking for your Baby book?!! Elsa, you have 9 lives.
Love hearing the story pieces…and how you left it all behind on Saturn return. And the $30 divorce kit…that was nifty and it worked. Cool you had that friendship for so many long years afterwards.
lindsey, I have 99 lives.
I remember when I first started writing on xanga, circa 2001. “When is that bitch going to run out of stories?” someone wrote. I was stunned but then I thought about it.
I realized I would never run out of stories because I am a (born) storyteller. Storytellers have stories, that’s all there is to it except in this case they are all true.
But did you catch that? I bet I was mistaken as a liar by the FBI since I told them I had a baby book with various shit in it (pun 
) and then when they told me they wanted it – no book to be found.
I hate this stuff. Saturn Neptune. As I wrote this, this song played in my head:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNMhPQoEbJE
“Hey! You’ve got to hide your love away!”
Except in my case it’s my fuckin’ credibility, my sobriety, my non whorishness and various other sundries along these lines.
Just reading about it makes me thank God I’ve never wanted to smear feces. I’ve actually heard stories before, one from a janitor who had a student smash a piece to a wall and leave it there to dry, and another about a disturbed middle school student who rubbed it all over a drinking fountain, and a story about a jilted lover who stuck some cat poop to the underside of a car door handle. I’ve never heard of immigrants doing that before. And it seems so strange to me that someone would eat your food and actually express their anger at you, a person they don’t know at all in such a bizarre way. I guess they had no awareness that they were acting like monkeys.
Can you imagine being like that? I can’t imagine it. I just can’t fathom what was going through the head of a person who would do that. Don’t they have any self respect?
“And it seems so strange to me that someone would eat your food and actually express their anger at you, a person they don’t know at all in such a bizarre way.”
I thought similar things. I was (initially) truly baffled. I’d have left them food on the stove, see? I’d have left them supplies. I actually asked the sheriff about this. I was really naive at the time.
it’s pretty in that pic. looks like it’s just been raining.
it’s still wild out here some places… i’d love to stay. just want to be somewhere i don’t have to worry about the water running dry.
Elsa-Do you think that you will move back to the desert one day?
Orlando, that is the intention but my son has to grow up first as his father is here and I would not like to see him separated from him / either parent.
I can see why you liked that pretty little house Elsa.
As for feces smearing, I’ve come across it several times at a place I used to work. Disgruntled employees? At the same time there was some writing in marker about a supervisor there who had a problem keeping it in his pants.
I thought it was really stupid and not well thought out, because you’re not hurting management when you do that stuff, but you’re ruining the janitors day…like they don’t have enough to deal with already.
You’ve. got. the. best. stories. Ever.
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