1 Video. Each Day. 365 Days. Donations for a Life Tortured. EXTREME Harassment. Peanut License Plate

Well, one of the 72,000-layers of bizarrely timed, creepy forms of harassment. Having a big SUV with a very visible vanity license plate stating 'Peanut,' turboing around the corner of 18th and Locust, at the exact same time as I walked around the Southeast corner of that 'intersection' on the East side of Rittenhouse Square while on my way to visit a new dog walking client living in The Aria--a brand-new, high-rise residential building back then. The Peanut plate felt like a joke or mocking or some kind of creepy, deadly, intimidating gesture after having spoken to my dad quite a few times after the 2011, 4th Monday of January debacle. He called me Peanut quite a few times for some reason, probably in trying to give me a sense of comfort and connection. He had called me Peanut while growing up. One of his cute ways of being a dad. In addition to feeling as if my conversations were being spied on, the name of The Aria sounds like some kind of Italian murderous movie implication.

**Just a reminder, that activity as I just mention occurred in addition to a million other forms of intimidation/overly coincidental/creepy tactics. It was never ending and 'who let the dogs out' would be a good phrase to use. It was as if too many people knew my private business and were all timed to bombard me with a thousand messages a day like this. It's a problem that this happened and someone who is responsible needs to give me restitution for the pain and suffering, mental anguish, death threats, overly timed and creepy street theater and whistleblower-like harassment.

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