~Lucifarian Bohemian~

Driving truck late at night, first year to santa rosa fifteen miles away from bohemian grove, had an old freightliner cabover three axle, much better ride than a little two axle peashooter, running on I-80 the sewer line past Roseville, California, a maroon T-bird pulled beside me with the dome light on, thought it might be a gay guy, they tend to do that, all I could see was a white dress shirt, he had his hand on the console shifter, he dogged me, 45 to 80 miles an hour, finally I swerved in his lane and he raced off at a high speed and a white hot disc the size of a silver dollar whizzed by my ear, no sound, could feel the heat, it was like satan himself. Gang stalking is real. Running to Medford, Oregon late at night, pulled into Taco Bell on I-5 The powder line, the manager would let me bang on the door and get a burrito, big rigs do not fit through the drive up, a maroon T-Bird went through the drive up, he was eating in the parking lot, a woman with a white towel over her head sat up in the passenger seat, as he pulled out he smiled, teeth were all pointy.