By 1996, I had already been under the gun of the gang-stalkers for several years. I had by that time been the lucky recipient of all manner of contrived mini-mayhem scenarios.

Still, some of the little plots stand above the others. I tend to be more concerned about the ones that (at least potentially) could have taken my life. This particular episode of gang-stalker-related crime began in October of 96', with the seemingly innocent and random bad luck of a flat tire.

When I had the left front tire repaired, the service desk clerk handed me a black drywall screw. "Kinda funny", he said, "It was mostly in the sidewall …. Did you brush a curb in a construction zone?". Not thinking very much about it (OK, maybe a little), I brushed off the incident.

A few weeks later, when traveling the belt-line at a pretty rapid clip, the right front tire blew out, causing me to "white knuckle" the car to the side of the road with an accompaniment of violent steering wheel vibrations, and a whole lot of disintegrating rubber noises. Again, the service man found a black drywall screw. "Odd", he said, "but the screw was on the inside sidewall of your tire. Can't fathom how it got there."

It was at this juncture that I realized that the gang-stalkers has upped the ante just a bit for my amusement. I began rigorously checking my tires before every trip. Unfortunately, I didn't aways have the time for a thorough check. Compounding the problem, the houses in my area don't have garages, making me a pretty easy mark. There was really nothing I could do, except drive more slowly. It was then that I developed the habit of driving under the speed limit on the belt-line. (Now my kids chide me about this, but before the stalker attack that I am describing, I was a bit foot heavy.)

A few weeks later, my right rear tire blew out, and (again) it happened on the interstate at a (thankfully) slower speed. At this point, the message was pretty clear. The pattern was clockwise: LF, RF, RR …

A month and a half passed with no incident, and I thought that I was home free. Maybe, I thought, one of their members was able to show himself more intellectually capable than the others, and pointed out the fact that an outright murder might come back to haunt them.

A short time later, I took a little trip to the library, and parked my vehicle in the lot behind the building. (The front lot was full) An hour later, I returned to my car, got into it, put it into reverse and … the car lurched only a few inches backwards before a loud hissing noise erupted from outside the vehicle. My heart sank. Opening the door, I knew without following the noise which tire it would be.

Someone had placed a black drywall screw under my left rear tire, carefully angled so that it would puncture the rubber when the vehicle moved. I knew that the normal response should be to call the police. But, I hesitated. I have over the years relayed some of the stories about stalker attacks to friends and co-workers, but have been universally responded to with something on the order of "Oh yeah …", "How interesting …", and a simultaneous look that conveyed other, unspoken words. ("You're nuts").

The tire screw episode continued for one more complete revolution (eight tires, in all). Additionally, I have had a number of other tire problems since that time, but those I really believe may have been true happenstance. My wife experienced a few tire problems. (But not in any particular sequence, although one of them consisted of a drywall screw punctured into the inside sidewall)

Many years have passed, of course (this is 2007), and the tire problems have evaporated. The gangstalkers have found other asinine, ridiculous things to do instead. But, the tire episode finally convinced me of one thing in particular … we are dealing with out-and-out criminals. These people have an absolutely ruthless and total disregard for the value of human life. This message is, as much as anything, a hint to those who are involved at low levels (the tenderfoots), those who suspect the evil in what they are doing, but have not stepped beyond the point of no return. The author's aim is to make the new recruits re-think their affiliations before it is too late ….