This is the car I saw Clifford Roach jr standing beside the other day. He wanted me to see him as if he wanted me to say “hello” to him. This is the same car I saw backing out when I was leaving home every time. I don’t believe it’s his, he would not have been standing next to his own car. there is also a Spanish female that drives this same car. And I had seen him with that same female and her kids. When he is not at this house, he is next door to us in the lady’s home, because she is never there during the winter. Roach jr doesn’t need a key to get inside, as you know. I have been home since 9:30 this morning but have not been able to rest. Creepy crawlies in my left eye, my face, my scalp, pricks that go with those. Before that, crank call from some strange NJ number as usual. Misery, unhappiness, loneliness, pathetic, sad, pitiful. How can anyone this miserable be happy? Well, no crawly, no pricks since I began this email. But prior to, snake eyes on me watching me 24/7.
