May 20, 2008.

At shortly before 10:32 p.m., I come out of the back side of my apartment with my bike, on the 2nd floor stairway, where I heard some shouting. I look down and see some Black homeless nigger. He keeps on shouting, and when he sees me, he starts swearing. He could identify some Chinese in me, and shouts a lot of "fucking Chinese," so I knew he was talking about or to me. I just stood along the wooden fence putting my elbows on it, watching him walk off still swearing. Getting tired of me just looking at him from atop, he picks up a rock, and throws it at me (where I'm the 2nd floor). I walk back as the rock comes or hits the fence and cracks in 2 not far from my shoes.

As I'm certain he walked out, I call 911 on my cell phone, and explain my story. All that was okay, until I mentioned "he's probably a homeless." From that, the officer mentioned it might not be worth it, and I could still arrange to press charged if I wanted. So I said maybe later.. And hung up. Then I went around to follow him on my bike, but you know what? I didn't realize it, but my camera broke down. I simply thought the batteries were out, but that wasn't the case. I fixed the camera the next day.

On bike, I found him and realize he could identify me, and I went back to use the other batteries and recharge my current ones. I put on a gray sweater with a hood on. I go back out (this time without my bike and on foot) and follow this nigger for some time. When he comes my way I move out of the way and then follow him. I had binoculars on me - 8x zoom.

From this, I was behind him by 2 blocks, or 1/8th of a mile, using my binoculars to see where he goes. I also decided to keep an eye on police cars on the main street, so I could request an arrest in person except by phone. Eventually though, I lost him, and went down the street myself. He was no where to be found. After 2 blocks, I decide to make a left and into a residential neighborhood, where, to my left again, was an building under construction. It only had some walls, but no ceilings or roof, just brick. Then, behind me, was that homeless nigger, so I made a left into the alley, but he continued. After I didn't see him, I went back on the spot, and he was no where to found. My current guess was he went into the apartment building. I noticed there were doors that weren't locked, as I went in 1 of them myself. But the apartment wasn't decrepid.

I hung around that area for some time, seeing middle-class White people walk inside the apartment, as well as other adults, none Black, and none homeless looking. I decided to head back to my apartment 2 blocks down the alley for some snack and rechange of recharged batteries. On my way, I hear sirens from police cars. I use my binoculars to see police cars turn a corner in my direction. They make a turn on my right on the street ahead of me, right from my apartment, so I run on up. Another police car follows behind. They stop at a house 2 houses away from an alley near my apartment. There is a total 3 police cars, with 6 cops, and they go up the stairs of a 3-flat.

At the sidewalk across the street, I use my binoculars to identify 6 cops in the stairway of the 3rd floor from the window. Basically, about 2 or 3 cops are doing the talking while the remaining in the back hang out and chat. Some look out the window, but fail to see me binocular'ing them.

What happened was, 2 woman that lived on the 3rd floor didn't get along and 1 requested the other to get out. But she didn't want to, and the police later screamed with "Get dressed, now!" Seeing as it was nothing special and getting bored, I went back to my apartment, ate some fruit peaches in seal-open container from the refrigerator, and exchange batteries from the recharger and head out.

I stop by the apartment to check on the cops again, but nothing, so continued down the alley to where I last saw the homeless nigger, as well as the streets he was on. But still no sign of him. I explore some of the under-construction building with my flashlight and binoculars, right by the apartment, but still no sign of him.

Eventually, I decide to head back, going back down the alley to my apartment. By now, I could see the police cars driving off, so the 2 cars on the street were gone. Then, I couldn't help but hear a crying older woman, probably Black with an extremely light complexity. I used my binoculars to get a closer look, and eventually walk on over.

When at the metal fences, I ask "Something wrong, ma'am?" And she responds yes, still looking and playing with her cell phone. She was 55, named Megan, and trying to find some light to use her cell phone for some calls. I go "The police were all here, 6 of them, and they all left. What was the commotion about?"

She explains that she was kicked out by her crazy and drugged sister, whom lives on the 3rd floor. By now I could see that the windows to the 3rd floor living room and stairs were turned off, and the windows dark, so I got out my flashlight, turned it on and shined at the windows and saw no 1 there, then turned it off. Without looking, the old woman asks "Is my sister looking down at the window?" and I reply "No." After more talk, I then ask her, "when the police shouted 'get dressed," who was he talking to?" And she replied "Me." Which explains why she got kicked out.

So basically she calls her nephew about being kicked out, and he's from Dalton, Illinois, or somewhere far out, and he'll be by tomorrow. As we walk out to the alley, she tells me everything bad about her sister. That she's messed up, on drugs, crazy, etc. And apparently, this old woman wants a lighter. She asked me several times for 1, which I didn't have, and kept complaining she needed a lighter. When a car drives by, she tries to stop them and ask for a lighter. She tells me her sister has drug dealers that come into her place, so when we saw people getting out of cars and walking on the sidewalk, I use my binoculars to identify to her what they look like. She also tells me "my sister is probably in my room, going through my stuff." She then asks me "Can you go down the alley and behind my building, the back window on my 3rd floor which is my room, and see if she is in there?"

I said okay, and went down the alley. But I immediately saw a parked car, and I immediately pulled out from my pocket my binocular, and saw it was a police car. But I could see that it was completely empty. I walked back and said "There's an empty police car parked in the alley right there." "Just take a look yourself."

She goes "Oh good, maybe they can give me a cigarette." I try to convince her we can talk to the police about her "messed up sister." Later, I notice police officers walking into the car, so I told her that. And we walk on down. Just then, I saw that same homeless nigger again! He's walking away from the police car. I immeditately ask the old woman if she knew who he was, and she didn't, and said she was going to ask him for a cigarette.

I take my hood off, and jog on down a bit, rushing to the police car. As I pass the homeless nigger, I could see him looking at me as we pass under the alley light, and without looking at him, I could tell he could identify me. As I approach the police car, the cops were already in the car, about to drive forward, and I raise a finger as I'm by their window to let them know I want to talk to them, so they lower the window down. I was at the passenger side, where a White male with yellow hear and glasses was there, and the driver an older White woman. I could instantly tell they were the remaining 2 cops that were at the house.

I go, "Excuse me, like an hour ago, that guy assaulted me."

Well, that didn't go far. The female cop explained "Stay away from him. If we arrest him, he'll get a warm place to sleep tonite. And free meals."

I go oh, okay, and explain my story of him throwing rocks at me. She explains "He's a homeless, I've arrested him multiple times, he *wants* to get arrested. Stay away from him whenever you see him. If we arrest him, he'll get a warm place to sleep tonite and free meals." I even ask them what about cases for battery - if it would be worth reporting that.

Then, the older woman arrives, asking the police for a cigarette, which they didn't have, then continuing about he story of her and her sister, which the 2 cops were part off. Nothing could be done. They end with "Sorry we got to go, another call," and they drive off, flashing their lights.

This is the end of that story with that homeless nigger. This means to me that I instead, could kick his ass, at my pleasure, and worry less about getting arrested for doing so (not by those cops). Apparently, those cops knew him so well, so the department might too.

The rest of the story I simply follow the old woman for a bit, where she sits on a bus stop, trying to call more people.