Eli Was Your Eagle Eye Protecting Your Places of PRIVACY

Congratulations Peyton. Eli made it to your game. He was in the box with your father, Archie. Maybe it reminds me of my life a little bit in small ways. It was exhauting, at points, watching, but I never questioned that you would be the extreme victor. Raise your glass, and celebrate with a little Stella and Don. I support your victory celebration. I now have the Seahawks game on. I will go to a remote location to watch the game, and it may sound funny, but to have some privacy. I spoke to the police last night with the support of the hierarchy here about a woman who grabs everyone here and in the vicinity. She literally RUNS after me to grab me. She has grabbed my left b***** three times. She is going to be moved out in three weeks. The police took a report, but did the usual nothing. At least things maintained here and I was able to watch your game. The officer gave me his card with badge number. I took it, put it in my purse, but there is no reason to give him play. There will be people who defend my rights one day, ESPECIALLY against these people who have "traumatic head injury." Oh, they just can't help it, they say. Well when she has been boundaried by police TWICE she has left me alone until I verbalized that fact. SUPREME tunnel through on me, so that it does not go to yee. Just think if this sort of play, guys grabbing your cock on field, is allowed without penalty on or off the field, because they all just have brain injury. I have your back and front and I believe that my rage is expressed elsewhere because I should have cold cocked her the FIRST time. Be well. Love, Hope