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There's exposition in this one.
A while back...I guess a year or so ago. There was this...I dunno, GUY. He claims to be a "wandering musician" which is apparently some PC way of saying "hobo with a guitar". I won't say the guy's name publicly (though I could possibly supply it PM-wise to anyone who wants to see for themselves), but...apparently, he's got quite the criminal rap, and apparently specializes in destructive, violent crimes.
Well, it got to be our "pleasure" to be his obsession last year some point. For the record...we NEVER RAN A STORY ABOUT HIM. Not of any kind. We did the research and decided ignoring him would be the easiest way to go.
Didn't work, though. Never does for a properly insane person.
So he starts calling and calling, yelling and screaming at us for "libeling" him and printing bad things about him. When we (rightly) pointed out we had written nothing about him, he turned around and started yelling that "T", the entertainment reporter at the time, was "in" with all the local bars and clubs and wherever and were telling them not to hire him. (Okay, that at least had a grain of true...T did tell anyone WHO ASKED that the guy was a Grade A Psycho, but he didn't just seek out and report him as being ax crazy.)
We eventually got to the point where we all knew his voice and would just hang up on him whenever he called. He'd keep trying, about a gazillion times a day, many times in a row, but we just kept hanging up on him. Drove him batty. Er.
So one day we get a call from the lady downstairs in front and he's there, and he refuses to leave until he gets "his time." Editor "C" decides she's going to go down and confront him, and I decide I'd better tag along just in case.
Long story short, after a lot of incoherent rage from him, screaming at C and getting in her face, I had enough and chased him out. C called the police to report the incident and everyone agreed there was really no foul on our part since he was bona fide loony, and the police went looking for him. He tried calling us again more afterwards, particularly screaming about the inhumane treatment he got from "that redhead bitch"
, but eventually, either the police heat got too much or he just got bored, and he moved on.
Cue me answering the phone today. Guess who's back?
He is, once again, harassing our new entertainment reporter, proclaiming there is a movie crew following him around to do a documentary on him and we should do a story. I got about 15 calls from him this morning before 9:30. So, 90 minutes...about one call every six minutes. Yeah, sounds about right. I only got rid of him by telling him the reporter wouldn't be in till noon while the editors group up and figure out what to do.
So...if this plays out again, I'll probably end up knocking his teeth down his throat this time. The only reason I didn't before was because I was waiting on him to throw the first punch so I would have the "self defense" thing going for me. He came pretty close but never quite worked up the nerve. This time I can't make any promises.
So, yeah, cross your fingers that the idiot has gained enough sanity or enough brains to stay away this time, because I really don't want to have to wreck him. But if he becomes a threat to my coworkers (and don't get me wrong, this guy is dangerous crazy), I can't promise anything.
A while back...I guess a year or so ago. There was this...I dunno, GUY. He claims to be a "wandering musician" which is apparently some PC way of saying "hobo with a guitar". I won't say the guy's name publicly (though I could possibly supply it PM-wise to anyone who wants to see for themselves), but...apparently, he's got quite the criminal rap, and apparently specializes in destructive, violent crimes.
Well, it got to be our "pleasure" to be his obsession last year some point. For the record...we NEVER RAN A STORY ABOUT HIM. Not of any kind. We did the research and decided ignoring him would be the easiest way to go.
Didn't work, though. Never does for a properly insane person.
So he starts calling and calling, yelling and screaming at us for "libeling" him and printing bad things about him. When we (rightly) pointed out we had written nothing about him, he turned around and started yelling that "T", the entertainment reporter at the time, was "in" with all the local bars and clubs and wherever and were telling them not to hire him. (Okay, that at least had a grain of true...T did tell anyone WHO ASKED that the guy was a Grade A Psycho, but he didn't just seek out and report him as being ax crazy.)
We eventually got to the point where we all knew his voice and would just hang up on him whenever he called. He'd keep trying, about a gazillion times a day, many times in a row, but we just kept hanging up on him. Drove him batty. Er.
So one day we get a call from the lady downstairs in front and he's there, and he refuses to leave until he gets "his time." Editor "C" decides she's going to go down and confront him, and I decide I'd better tag along just in case.
Long story short, after a lot of incoherent rage from him, screaming at C and getting in her face, I had enough and chased him out. C called the police to report the incident and everyone agreed there was really no foul on our part since he was bona fide loony, and the police went looking for him. He tried calling us again more afterwards, particularly screaming about the inhumane treatment he got from "that redhead bitch"
, but eventually, either the police heat got too much or he just got bored, and he moved on.Cue me answering the phone today. Guess who's back?
He is, once again, harassing our new entertainment reporter, proclaiming there is a movie crew following him around to do a documentary on him and we should do a story. I got about 15 calls from him this morning before 9:30. So, 90 minutes...about one call every six minutes. Yeah, sounds about right. I only got rid of him by telling him the reporter wouldn't be in till noon while the editors group up and figure out what to do.
So...if this plays out again, I'll probably end up knocking his teeth down his throat this time. The only reason I didn't before was because I was waiting on him to throw the first punch so I would have the "self defense" thing going for me. He came pretty close but never quite worked up the nerve. This time I can't make any promises.
So, yeah, cross your fingers that the idiot has gained enough sanity or enough brains to stay away this time, because I really don't want to have to wreck him. But if he becomes a threat to my coworkers (and don't get me wrong, this guy is dangerous crazy), I can't promise anything.
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