imagine I had called him a “nigger” again, and do something stupid and get arrested. In theory I could even shoot him. But it was also a reminder to Mandi, of how her loyal friend and sex partner the freaky woman, would not even let Mandi bring a stuffed animal into the house. I was in a rage to pry her off those dangerous freaks. I kept texting her, and getting no response. Then, after two hours, the exact amount of time she always spends putting on makeup to come see me, she finally showed up. By herself. In perfect makeup. Her plan was obviously to just fuck me so I would shut up and put the furniture back in the house. If experience was any guide, she expected I would even send her home with some pizza money for her new clan. But I wanted none of that and blocked her from coming onto the property. Today I was different. So she called the police on me to get even for me sending the police to the freaky woman’s house. With an adult doing the talking on one side and a child doing the talking on the other, of course Mandi ended up the one who got arrested. You can see right here I am able to tell my story in a clear way. Where Mandi is next to mute, has no idea how the world works, and can think of only one or two childish lines. Mandi was surprisingly mellow throughout the whole thing. She was probably accustomed to rage from her pimp, and knew to just let it blow over. The police asked if I really wanted to press charges. I thought of course not. She is an angel who for real is just trying to please everyone at once. She doesn't know it's impossible. But then I considered this girl has finally become too carefree, driving around town, crying, fucking everyone in sight, and making the wrong guys jealous. Me. It is only going to come to trouble. She is like a bear in Yellowstone, who has learned to come to campers for food and will someday get shot. So I decided to teach her a lesson. I thought the experience would sober her up to the realities of the world, and teach her what I always wanted her to learn, that old guys are dangerous. So I told them to arrest her, and the next day I bonded her out. All she learned is that I was a jerk and a psycho. And to never talk to police again. And that she needed to find a new sugar daddy. Yes it's tme that I had a machete. It just made me so angry. It's like they were gang-banging her over there, and they wouldn’t even let her bring a stuffed animal into the house! And she preferred that over me. I must smash the degenerate free-love pervert snow globe. There is one more thing I did, at the peak of my rage. But like I said, I don’t remember too well in a rage. I put her hope chest, the one her grandfather made for her right before he died, out in the street. I texted “your hope chest is out in the street with the trash, you need to come get it.” No answer. Again I texted. Hours later, the next morning it was still there and I had not heard from her. I went out and smashed it. The neighborhood kids rode their bicycles over it. Scrap collectors from up the street eventually gathered up the pieces. I WILL TEACH HER A LESSON WHO RUNS THINGS. I WILL SMASH ALL HER FUCKING DREAMS. I don’t remember if that was before the furniture or after the furniture. If it was after, there would have been a restraining order and I am not sure what I was thinking by texting her. I got a sheriff to escort me to drop off her furniture at her dad’s house. There were two stuffed animals in a special place which I forgot, and I later took to his work. I told her father he could get the shattered pieces of her hope chest from the neighbor up the street. I still have some pieces that fell off the hope chest, in hope that I can someday reattach them. The Orange County prosecutor contacted me, to see if I wanted to move forward, or drop the restraining order. Of course I didn't want to press charges. Mandi is a sweet angel, who spent two hours putting on makeup to come fuck me that night. She came to make peace. But her Dad got snippy with me so I kept the restraining order to show him the power of his words is zero. And now his daughter is in prison. I also developed another motive. I thought if I could push the prosecutor to pursue the charges by making up all kinds of stories about Mandi like she was public enemy #1, she and her dad might be forced to accept some kind of deferred-sentence deal with drug testing. I told the prosecutor that is what I really wanted. My idea was if they threw her in jail any time she tested positive, she couldn't be lured by guys with cocaine any more, but only by me I-40