BEN LEON, AND THE LEONS PART OF THE TAPIERO CRIME FAMILY. MY MOTHER COVERS FOR THEM. OFFICER GRANELLE 111 PRECINCT INVOLVED.

1:07PM. Prior to this, I give my mother evidence that Marta Tapiero is responsible of forgery and break ins, no sign of forced entry. She shouts at me, also out of force of habit. For themorning she's been organizing to say: "Help!Help! My daughter is involved in criminal activity! That's why I stalk her!". Granelle is prompt to accept the sacrificial offer.

1:07PM. A woman, in her sixties or seventies, arranged by Ben, Maria and Lucia Leon, if those are their real names. She resembles a Tapiero imbred with a hippopotamus, with sunglasses and dark shoulder length hair. She's outside, mentionsmy mother's name, which means nothing, since they mention mine as well, and who knows them. She shouts menacingly that I will work for her! which means something, so I go outside and take a look. I write the license plate down, a small dark blue van, NY ELY 9670. She berates why are you writing my license plate down. My mother intimates to me "SHUT UP!" unveiling yet again more mystery surrounding the official figure she presented my father and me, I ask her why she's telling me to shut up, since it's not only rude, but not her usual behavior, and the hippo tells me I'm crazy. Currently, at 1:31PM, the hippo, through Ben Leon, and the other leonines, with Maria's face identical to that of a woman exhibited at the International Center of Photography some time ago as a 1930's Parisian, arranges for cheap fascist child filth to shout and harass by Saint Nicholas, this and that, and a narrative of psychiatric hospitals, so I wonder why didn't my mother marry a human gut eater instead of my father.

I go to my apartment,my mother is filling the hands of another Tapiero, Leon, 32 supposedly affiliate with vegetables from our garden,saying "mia figlia" meaning "my daughter" to somebody who pretends to look as if she just stepped off the banana boat from Guyana, and, truly conscious of the gravity of the Tapiero's acts against me, not only her own daughter, after all, what does that amount to? But her tenant. Also her daughter, which again, still adds up to me as some convenience. What that is precisely, is unknown to me, since I not only do not take an interest in my mother's concealed life, but mind mine, prevent crime and make things do, even for her, by researching the legal aspect of the eviction trial, taking the time to correct business and utility foul ups. As a recompense? My B vitamin stolen personal crockery broken, aimed spit and calls to shut up! Shut up! And shut up!

I'm looking forward to some time to myself today, and to all involved, a big fuck you.