I am posting under my real name.. Some of you may know me, some of you may not..
Ive made my peace with these people even though they tried to Single Me out as some Drug Czar Simply Because I dance Well...
I am calling these people out because THEY KNOW THEMSELVES THEY SIMPLY WENT TOO FUKIN FAR WITH THEIR INVASIVE PURSUIT OF "CATCHING ME IN THE ACT"; and when I mean too far, I MEAN PLACING HIDDEN CAMERAS AND MICS IN MY CAMP SITE, IN MY CAR, AND EVEN IN MY BAG OF WEED..FOLLOWING ME TO THE BATHROOM EVERYTIME..CHECKING TO SEE IF IM LEGITIMATELY TAKING A SHIT, a PISS, or Just Popping A Pill..lol.. YES, THEY WENT TO THIS EXTREME TO VALIDATE WHATEVER VINDICTIVE BULLSHIT THEY HAD AGAINST ME.. THEY EVEN DID SOMETHING TO MY CELL PHONE WHERE THEY COULD HEAR THE SILENT FARTS I WOULD PASS..LOL.. AND HOW DO I KNOW THIS? BECAUSE EVERY TIME I WOULD PASS A SILENT ONE THEY WOULD RESPOND STATING "He Just Farted" LOL..THEY EVEN TOOK PHOTOS OF MY FLACID PENIS LMAO
THESE PEOPLE ARE STALKERS, AND HAVE BEEN STALKING ME FOR 3 COACHELLAS IN A ROW.. YES THREE!
And Please Keep In MIND I AM NOT A DRUG DEALER NOR HAVE I EVER BEEN.. SO CATCHING ME SELLING DRUGS AT COACHELLA IS A DEFINITIVE NO.. IM AT THE FESTIVAL TO LET LOOSE, HAVE FUN, AND BE FREE FROM THE DAILY STRESSES LIFE OFFERS US ALL.. NO DIFFERENT THAN YOU
So Here is my Story..ITS A BIT LONG AND REALLY SCATTERED BECAUSE EXPLAINING ALL THE DETAILS IS BIT OF A CHALLENGE
Myself and the group I came with had our camp site located at S155... Friday comes along and I go into the Festival and immediately the stalking begins by this POS Korean Kid who likes to spew all sorts of Critical Insults my way while Im doing my Thing at Coachella... Ive gotten so use to it from the past 2 Coachellas I didnt pay too much mind to him or the people he was with.. I thought they were just admirers on my dick... But that was far from the case..
So im having my usual Coachella Fun on Friday.. By the time 9:00 pm comes along I realize I want to go to back to my campsite to smoke some herb before Outkast comes on... While Im walking back to my campsite I notice a couple of the stalkers followed me back to my campsite.. At the time they had no idea I could hear everything they were saying about me behind my back, but apparently I have Supersonic hearing and could virtually hear everything they were saying about me.. Anyways, I get to my campsite grab my weed, smoke some and stuff the remainder of it in my nutsack where I had my other party favor (Mollys)..
The Minute I stuff the weed into my crotch area I overhear them talking about how they could see the Mollies yada yada.. So Naturally I get paranoid as Fuk and Dont leave my campsite at all.. I end up missing Outkast thus Ruining my Friday Night..
Saturday Morning Rolls along, the minute I wake up I can hear the campsite across from us S156 talking about me ( This Campsite at S156 turned out to be Narc Headquarters in the Area, meaning alot of the legitimate Police were stationed in this campsite).... Now the difference is they are doing their Best to Butter me up this time.. They are essentially throwing a ton of Praise my Way, trying to make feel like a Dance God or someshit lol :laugh: There were all sorts of Women coming into our neighboring Campsite asking about me, telling me how they want to hook up, party together yada yada yada, but NONE OF THEM ACTUALLY COME INTO MY CAMP SITE.. (STILL NO RED FLAG ENTERS MY MIND)
These Fuckers even had the balls to start communicating to me though the Mic they had place in our campsite asking me stupid questions like "Can you still dance the same way without Molly" "There are very important people at the Festival who would like to see you dance with out Molly; LIKE SHUT THE FUK UP ALREADY.
It was apparent not only was my campsite mic'd up but there were cameras as well because I could hear them talking about my every move.. AND I MEAN EVERY FUKIN MOVE.... Anyway, at this point I really didnt give a fuck.. Im here to have fun and be as free as I can possibly be over the next 2 Days..
So around 3:00pm Saturday my group and I decide to take off to the fesitival, before we take off this Smoking White Chick from the Police Campsite (which Im still unaware of at the time) comes out and starts talking about how she wants to go to the festival with me and wants to Fuck me, party with me, BLAH BLAH BLAH.. NATURALLY AS A STRAIGHT MALE IM LIKE "HELL THE FUCKIN YES" LOL
So as me and my group leave our campsite at 3:00 this Hot White girl meets me outside so we can walk to the fesitival together, except she just takes off kind of fast and turns the opposite direction of the festival which causes me to stop and wait for my group to catch up.. As my group and I start walking towards the festival a cop car drives right past us then it HITS ME, OMG "THIS IS A FUKIN SETUP" THEY NEW WHERE I HID MY PARTY FAVORS, AND WERE TRYING TO GET ME WALK THROUGH THE FESTIVAL LINE AT WHICH TIME THEY WOULD SEARCH MY CROTCH AREA AND BUST ME FOR THE MOLLYS I HAD (Although there were less than what they had expected)
SO I IMMEDIATELY STOP AND WALK BACK TO MY CAMPSITE.. THE MINUTE I GET BACK TO MY CAMPSITE ALL MY NEIGHBORING CAMPERS JUMP OUT AND SAY "WE GOT YOU" WE KNOW YOU HAVE MOLLYS HIDDEN IN YOUR CROTCH, YOU'RE BUSTED"
OF COURSE I COULD ONLY LOOK AT THESE PIECE OF SHIT SNITCHES WITH UTTER DISGUST.. BUT I ALSO KNEW THEY DIDNT HAVE ANY REAL EVIDENCE THAT THE MOLLYS WERE STILL HIDDEN IN MY CROTCH, BECAUSE I HAD REMOVED THE BAG OF WEED WITH THE HIDDEN CAMERA IN IT THE NIGHT BEFORE...
SO I START CALLING OUT AND CURSING OUT THE COP TENT ACROSS THE WAY FOR BEING ON SOME BULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTT.... THE MAIN NARC AT THE SITE EVEN CALLS HIS BOSS TO GET THE "OK" TO ARREST ME BUT GETS DENIED :laugh: BECAUSE I NEVER WALKED THROUGH THE FESTIVAL LINE TO GET CHECKED..
I AM NOW LITERALLY IN A STANDSTILL WITH THE POLICE :laugh:
I KEEP TALKING SHIT TO THEM.. INFORMING THEM THERE JOB IS TO FIND DRUG DEALERS AND IF THEY WERE ACTUALLY DOING THEIR FUKIN JOBS THEY MIGHT FIND SOME ACTUAL DRUG DEALERS AT THE FESTIVAL.. BUT OF COURSE NO, THEY WERE OUT TO GET ME FROM THE VERY BEGINNING AND THIS BECAME VERY APPARENT..
SO AT THIS POINT I TRY TO RALLY ANY AND ALL COACHELLITES THAT WAS WILLING TO LISTEN TO BAND TOGETHER TO FIGHT THESE POS NARCS..
I START YELLING TO EVERY PERSON WHO WOULD WALK IN FRONT OF MY CAMPSITE THAT ALL THESE PEOPLE SURROUNDING ME WERE FUKIN NARCS AND OR POLICE.. I COULD LITERALLY SEE HOW INFURIATED THESE COPS WERE GETTING WITH ME.. AT THIS STAGE I WAS WILLING TO SIT THIS OUT TO THE END OF THE FESTIVAL BECAUSE GOING TO JAIL WAS NOT AN OPTION..
SO I MISS ALL OF SATURDAYS EVENTS.. EVERYTHING.. I MISSED IT ALL AND EVENTUALLY WENT TO SLEEP IN MY TENT AROUND 10pm BECAUSE I WAS SIMPLY OVER IT..
I WAKE UP AT 3:00 AM SUNDAY TO FIND OUT THAT THE BUTTON ON MY SHORTS WAS MISSING AND THE MOLLYS IN MY CROTCH WERE NOW GONE! LOL
I GET OUT OF MY TENT AND I IMMEDIATELY OVER HEAR THE NARC TENT ACROSS THE WAY SAYING HOW "THEY GOT THE MOLLYS, BUT THERE WERE ONLY 22 OF THEM AND NOT THE 30+ THEY ORIGINALLY THOUGHT I HAD"
THEY DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.. THEY DIDNT ARREST ME, NOR DID THEY TAKE MY WRISTBAND
I EVEN TOLD THE PEOPLE I CAME WITH THAT ALL PEOPLE SURROUNDING US WERE FUKIN SNITCHES AND NARCS (I Counted ATLEAST 30 of them) BUT NONE OF THESE FUCKERS BELIEVED ME.. IN FACT THEY SIMPLY GOT PISSED OFF AT ME FOR ACCUSING THESE PEOPLE "Who HAVE BEEN PARTYING WITH US" OF SUCH A FUCKED UP THING.. (THESE SNITCHES AND NARCS PLAY THE ROLE LIKE THEY ARE ACTUALLY PARTYING, SNIFFING FLOWER, POPPING FAKE PILLS ETC)
NATURALLY I FELT SO FUKIN UNCOMFORTABLE BY THAT TIME I TAKE MY S.U.V. AND LEAVE THE CAMPGROUND FIRST THING SUNDAY MORNING...
BUT OF COURSE I NOTICED I STILL HAD MY WRISTBAND SO IM LIKE "FUCK IT" IM TAKING MY CAR IN DAY PARKING AND IM GOING TO ENJOY MY LAST DAY OF COACHELLA WITHOUT MOLLY'S..
THE MINUTE I GET ONTO FESTIVAL GROUNDS THE FUCKERS NOTICE ME AND THE FOLLOWING AND STALKING BEGINS ALL OVER AGAIN.. EXCEPT THIS TIME I DECIDE IM JUST GOING TO GET DRUNK AND HAVE FUN..
I HAVE A COUPLE OF DRINKS AND I STILL DO MY COACHELLA THING WITHOUT THE USE OF MOLLYS AND NOW ALL THESE FUCKERS ARE AMAZED.. "OMG HE IS NATUALLY A GOOD DANCER, I CANT BELIEVE IT" LOL
BY THE END OF THE NIGHT MOST OF THESE PEOPLE WERE APOLOGIZING FROM EVER ASSUMING I WAS SOME E-TARDED FREAK AND JUST DID DRUGS AND DANCED BECAUSE I WAS SO FUCKED UP... LMAO
BY THE END OF SUNDAY NIGHT WE PRETTY MUCH ALL MAKE UP.. AND IT PRETTY MUCH ENDS THERE
I AM A VERY FORGIVING PERSON BY NATURE.. BUT COACHELLA SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES FOR GIVING THE POLICE THIS KIND OF AUTHORITY OF INVADING BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS, THE POLICE SHOULD BE FUKIN ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES FOR THE BULLSHIT THEY PUT ME THROUGH THOSE 3 DAYS..
HIDDEN CAMERAS EVERYWHERE!!!!! IN MY CAR! IN MY CAMPSITE! TAPPING MY PHONES! TAKING PHOTOS OF MY FLACID PENIS! LISTENING IN TO MY SILENT FARTS (Many of them non LETHAL though LMAO)
AS YOU CAN SEE IT IS MY CHARACTER AS HUMAN BEING THAT ALLOWS ME LAUGH ABOUT ALL THE SHIT I WENT THROUGH THOSE 3 DAYS, BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I WAS REDEEMED THROUGH MY ACTIONS ON THAT LAST DAY ON SUNDAY.. BUT STILL ITS FUKIN DISTURBING THAT SO MANY PEOPLE CAN BE INVOLVED IN SUCH A SICK TWISTED PLOT TO SOMEHOW SET ME UP AND PROVE THAT I WAS THE PERSON "THEY SO WANTED ME TO BE"
WHEN IN REALITY I AM THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE
SO FUCK YOU ALL FOR RUINING MY COACHELLA AND WASTING MY HARD EARNED MONEY..