My Little Buddy

Cold November night, as I entered the Hilton hotel parking lot in Markham Ontario to check into a room that I had just rented for myself and a young lady that I was seeing at the time I could hear my phone going off with a couple quickly pitched text messages. She must have checked in and was able to get our keys without my cards this time. I found a spot that was near the entrance and grabbed my bag while quickly checking my phone to make sure it wasn't an emergency at home with my wife and kids that would require immediate attention that would need to be dealt with before going upstairs. Sure enough it was a very excited, and apparently already getting in the shower naked, younger girlfriend confirming our room number. I made note of the room and headed for the entrance. Up the elevator and into the room, she yells from the washroom that she needs me to go to shoppers drugmart for her because she has run out of her face cream and we had no lube. I asked her if she had the other bottle to take with me so i could make the trip quickly, I always bought the face cream so that wasn't an issue. She said just to get the water based shit we got in a stag shop a few weeks previous. I turned and burned wanting to be back quickly because I had popped a cialis on the drive over and the GHB dose I swallowed from the Gatorade bottle in my truck accidently was starting to hit a tiny bit. The cialis wasn't planned either... But once the first mistake was made I wanted to keep my timing consistent, of course. The drug store was not far from the hotel, so it was a 15 min round trip and I was back in the hotel parking lot getting out of my truck again. This time remembering the Gatorade bottle as well. Smart. As I walked toward the entrance I was fumbling with my bag of skin care / lubricant while trying to light a cigarette as I passed another dude walking towards me on the same sidewalk. I was only able to grab a quick glance at his face but I immediately noticed a bearded face that somehow registered as familiar. What made me pause and look back again was the smell of a captain black cigarette. The face was someone who I knew on occasion had smoked these if not blunt wrapped useless cigars. I was at 90 percent aggression within seconds with the very real and plausible idea that my boss had just walked past me. I turned and followed but he had obviously felt a recognition as well and bolted. I shook it off as "Nah... Couldnt be...with those handle bars?" My boss at the time was not known to wear facial hair at any time so this was a curious way to have thought it was him to begin with. I finished my smoke and headed up to the room to join my girlfriend in the shower. I think I mentioned it to her as a crazy thought the next morning and then dismissed it again. That is until Monday morning when I enter our company boardroom for our weekly management meeting. I always sat beside my boss at the end of the table and he was already seated when I arrived. I sat down and put my coffee down and quickly tried to catch a glance before he could notice I was there and I nearly spit my coffee out when I saw the fucking handle bars on my reporting superior for the last 8 years. I was unable to contain the what Im sure was either nervous delight or complete and utter need to laugh and scream at the same time. The next 90 mins was spent with him looking at me in a way that would be described as cautiously curious. I could tell he wasnt comfortable, but he wasnt necessarily worried about the possible recognition. I also thought even that it still could just be a coincidence and why even ask without at least making fun of his handle bars first. "Did you lose a bet?' is how I jabbed. He giggled, and I quickly threw in that I was surprised chinese men his age could grow facial hair like that... He responded with a couple jokes about wanting to do this years ago and a friend of his urging him to or something to that effect. By this time his face was all everyone was talking about so fuck it... I went to washroom and powered my nose, took a piss and returned for the meeting.

The reason this is important now is so complicated and unsettling that I almost do not have the words necessary to describe properly and accurately how creepy and disturbing that encounter would be had it been him that night. I worked for this company for just over 9 years when I resigned in late February of 2019. During the course of that entire stint of employment I used only my personal phone to address work emails and manage my calendar as well. I was always a blackberry user and I made an agreement with the company that I would retain my phone and expense the company a portion of my bill each month. This fact will become a crux I will use now to outline how I will be able to position any type of criminal or civil litigation that will follow this very specifically chosen and crafted example of what I can begin to unfold as what will surely be a 3 year diatribe of a very well detailed, tracked and logged chronicling of what I can only now describe as a cyberstalking and social engineering attack that includes cyberbullying, voyeurism, hacking, personal privacy infringement that becomes human rights issues very quickly and could result in what I have been trying to avoid by playing this collective game with these soon to be very sorry and shamefully embarrassed adults. I will only add to this that I have played this game wide eyed and very much aware the entire time... I got fed up with a propped up story again about a boat ride that was meant to hurt me with its truthful intent or at least install enough doubt to drive me nuts. However, I decided to end this episode of stupidity with a full glass of grape juice to her face before giving her the exit she was tasked with obtaining. I can say for certain that would coincide with the last time I was visually certain myself and this boss of mine were at the same address at the same time... In this case down the street from where i was married. As I entered my rented Nissan Murano in the parking lot of the building, I was able to catch an unnoticed glance of his lanky, and very flaky creepshow embodiment, hanging out in the apartment in the back of the building that I was always being made to believe was only ever graced with an actual business mans precence occasionally, as opposed to this pussy-boys stalking seat.

Until recently when I was actually about to stop off at his house with a 6 pack of beer just to chat, but decided against it when his family was in the driveway. I do not want to have this cause any more damage than it already has. I will though if I continue to feel unheard and still stalked.

Check. As in chess...

Think about what I am saying. Think about how many cameras are on every fucking road and building everywhere in this city we all live in and how quickly those cameras become discrediting tools for your position when you are asked to confirm whereabouts and routes of travel on dates that are many and specific from the summer of 2018 through till the writing of this portion of a very long detailed story I am currently now drafting. Not just your whereabouts, but the dispositions of all those people that have been involved with this along the way. Carbon footprint and Pandemic jokes aside... I have witnessed 10 accidents. I have sat through tech support calls that I know my carrier would not have records of, and that is just the tip of the logs, files and tracking that I have done from an address, to device, to person, places and things recording.

I should have met with him during my employment that followed my exit from his company... He flaked the meeting. I want that meeting. Now.