Cristian Radu Made Me An Offer I Politely Declined...

By Christon

I did what every victim does: Make light of the situation. This was my biggest mistake. Trying not to make it awkward for him as I helped the greasy overweight outta shape lil disappointed sword swallower off his worn, weakened knees. Maybe if I'd made a bigger deal of being offended or reported it, things would have worked out different.

I wondered instead what I'd done wrong, to have so obviously mislead him. Now almost two years later I'm being relentlessly harassed by an entitled homosexual inappropriately using his power to bully me, acting out irrationally and hurting other completely innocent people only because he's unable to deal with rejection.

And the music never stops. No where in this noisy mirrored concrete box are you able to even hear the sounds of serenity peace or any other natural sounds of nature.

I've not wanted to say anything because I'm an old man who knows better than most, discretion is the better part of valor. And quite frankly, it's embarrassing. But at this point it's beyond intolerable. My silence seems to have only emboldened him.

The first thing he did after I moved into the building was lure me to what he said was a 'resident only' event. But insisted immediately I meet his then current squeeze, his black gay live in boyfriend, (A gentleman strikingly similar in appearance is currently employed 'working' the front desk at The Metropolis DTLA) as soon as I walked through the door. He wanted to assure me he 'jus loved' him sum black meat...then laughingly corrected himself, 'I mean men'.

I thought the comment in extreme poor taste. I thought it not clever, funny or professional in the least.

Since neither he nor his beau actually live in the building I felt it quite UnProfessional in fact. But Christine Borland, the then manager didn't seem bothered. She was already messy drunk when I got there slurring her words and repeatedly touching me telling me how 'beautiful' I was as she spilled the cheap box wine on her tasteless tan torn and tattered UG boots.

Almost immediately, she starting disparaging the black attorney (David) in the room. She told me to 'stay away from him', he'd apparently frivolously sued for noise. She told me I should 'avoid him at all cost', that he was a trouble maker. She also very indiscriminately shared with me his autism. Except she did not use that word. She said he was 'Retarded'. (She was running against him for president of the board. A position I believe she now occupies)

If she was ok with a subordinate bringing his gay lover to resident only events to liquor up innocent unsuspecting str8 guys & harvest for strange, who am I to object.

I was in the Air Force. So I'm a big rules guy. This felt seedy. But it's Cali. I blew it off, mostly cause, I'm hot and rich. Gay guys hit on me all the time. No big whup. But he (because he's a predator) took it as a sign of encouragement and became more inappropriately aggressive. It very quickly only just got progressively worse.

Since I'm completely confident in who I am I freely extend grace, allow absolute space for others to be themselves. Sometimes however, people misconstrue, or read into and interpret what they want to see. They incorrectly infer, what has not in any way at all been implied. Sometimes some people mistake my very kind nature for weakness.

I don't know if he was yet manager himself, but Cristian Radu, the unfortunate looking oily post-menopausal pot-bellied bald headed manager of my building wormed his way into my condo sometime after newly moving in and offered to suck me off.

All I could think was how much nicer it would have been, how very much more I'd have preferred him just getting me a nice fern instead. I remember thinking at the time: How'd that fat bitch get all the way down on her knees so fast? & You really can't make this shit up.

I'd gotten a call from David (handsome latin gent who works the front desk) downstairs. I'd been complaining about the noise on the 9th. He used it as an excuse to 'check my windows for cracks'. When I turned around from showing him there were none I thought, believe it or not he was asking me to marry him. Then I noticed both his knees were bent. And he didn't have no ring to put on it...

I thought it presumptuous for him to already be on his knees, and a little funny. Not ever one for casual sex, especially with a very clearly promiscuous hole...wait...that's not right, nasty hoe, no... hose, dammit... whole, that's not it either. U get the gist. I politely declined. Now since he knows I'm a life long yogi he makes sure there's music playing 24/7.

She's the answer to the question: What are gay men putting their penises in, to get MonkeyPox?

It's not just the physically unattractive really awkward looking Pillsbury dough boy body, his weirdly shaped bald head or the chronically foul bad breath (halitosis, dead tooth, not flossing or brushing after he eats a stranger's ass...who knows where this ho's mouth has been?) He Is Also BreathTakenly InCompetent.

And even though I (the black guy) politely very graciously helped lil ms nasty linda lovelace up as she begged breathlessly to be called (cause my moma raised me right) off her dirt stained knees and politely never mentioned...what came to be really embarrassing begging and pleading, to anyone, she has apparently decided anyway to act like a woman spurned, a veritable modern day hangry hungry little unfucked CUNT.

Must really be fucking her up: Rejected outright by a black guy who's clearly her better. She was already an angry chronically rejected sad and lonely gay guy, who has to work a dead end job in a building she can't ever afford to live, universally unpopular and completely unliked by the entire staff and most of the residents.

If she weren't gay (or if one even barely qualified person wanted the thankless, poorly paid looser position), she'd have been fired months ago. If she had any dignity, self-respect left at all, mildly relevant knowledge that might be considered current or even an entry level marketable skill to list on her already 'creatively' padded resume, she'd have quit in disgrace years ago.

But she's got no where else To Go. And she's useless as tits on a boar stupid. Nothing works here. The jacuzzi has been out all year. Seven months ago a sign saying it 'may' (as opposed to will) be another 3 months appeared (much like her knees suspiciously already pre-stained and dirty). A cowards way really to say the same thing next year when it's still not working she won't be accountable.

I received this e from the jerk. A blatant lie. He'd already slandered me, writing I actually went into the lobby in the middle of the night screaming I was a terrorist and going to start a war. I'm not entirely sure what seems to be his struggle. Or quite frankly the stability of his mental state at this point. And that of the idiots of the board who believe this moronic racist bullshit.

And who in their right mind or with even two brain cells to bump together would believe an elderly 59-year-old left his upper floor condo in the middle of the night only to go all the way down to the lobby only to complain about the type of music they were playing in the lobby? The necessary level of absolute stupid is staggering.

Their 'definitely getting what they paid for' ambulance chasing attorneys actually sent me not just a belittling poorly written letter (to include multiple typos) but an "Intent To Comply" form they demanded I sign.

I told them in no uncertain terms To Go Fuck Themselves. Right after I suggested one might assume only whatever online law school the young lady (her name was Timothy) obviously attended she clearly finished no where near the top of her class. (they had the yelp review removed the little pussies. So yea, after the whole Kimmel thang...Remove This ツ)

What had really happened...Hoping I was innocently, only to enjoy a midnight cup of joe, beneath the stars of a very pale full moon, by the shimmering light of the pool. It was a tic shy of 11p. But the music was so loud (on the 9th floor poolside) I could not hear myself think.

The all white board weren't even going to get a statement from me at all. They took what he said as gospel and launched a legal mistake, In Writing.

A completely hollow wholly impotent threat they will most assuredly regret making.

(Yelp:Tinnelly Law Group)

One Can Assume Only Whichever Online Law School This Young Lady 'attended' She Certainly Finished No Where Near The Top Of Her Class ツ

They actually thought I'd sign off on their stupid and set myself up for future fines. Then White People Wonder Why There Are Racist Black People. What happened to me happens all the time.

Some white people think any colored man with a voice, unless he's the entertainment, is a threat.

I am GenX. I don't start fights, but I don't shy away from them either. And what they will soon discover is I am almost preternaturally clever and most surprisingly scrappy. Add to this, I can be unconscionably mean.

You would not believe the kinds of things white people have done to me.

Did U Know: In Oklahoma there were barrels in the street for black or brown people to put there heads in if they thought they were going to smile or laugh so the whites didn't mistakenly think they were laughing or making fun of them

Famous stunt actor Eric Matuschek owns the rundown outdated hippy style security free shit-hole @ 4321 Colfax in Studio City. It is literally the shitiest piece of property in town. I made the mistake of renting from that jerk. He installed cameras aimed right at the front door of my apartment (#20) and called my dead mother a whore to try and provoke me on film. He is such a hateful fucking racist he once called the police and told them he heard white women's screams coming from my apartment, because I was walking around too hard and 'disturbing his peace'.

(Yelp:Tinnelly Law Group)

Add to this all, the board is using a law firm not to be conciliatory with owners. But rather to bully and intimidate them into silence with threat of legal restraint and forced obedient compliance.

(Yelp:Tinnelly Law Group)

And not for nothing, but the building is almost completely empty. Apparently there are a large number of unoccupied developer units not paying HOA fees now suddenly on the market, because the property values are plummeting. The promise of champagne wishes and caviar profits hasn't exactly shown itself to fruition.

What now feels very much like snake oil salesmen, made the buyers a lot of what have turned out to be overly hyped pipe dreams of a bright future. Now those same buyers are finding themselves instead bitterly disappointed with all the lies and broken unkept promises. Stuck with noisy condos isolated downtown, no one else is foolish enough to buy.

The Metropolis DTLA is what one might call deceptively almost cruelly beautiful. It could be such a sanctuary. Instead, it's just another loud mirrored concrete box where nothing works but the music never stops 24/7. Not a home at all really. Another noisy place to play especially if you're N2 a gay disco/bath house hell ho...wait...that's not right...ツ

Beautiful surroundings mean nothing, if the only place you find peace or even comfort, is SomeWhere Else.

UpDate:

A screw was intentionally removed from the electronic lock on my front door. This caused the safety to engage after I turned the handle and left my apartment. This prevented me from getting into my apartment even with the master key. An Engineer had to be called to manually open the door. This is either an indication of the shabby construction or an intentional attempt from a sad fat hungry cocksucker going without hangry cause she knows no matter what she does, She Ain't Neva Gonna Get IT ツ

With time has come clarity. Or perhaps it's only because every other aspect of my life is near perfect. I realized at a certain point, I have white people's problems, which made me laugh out loud.

Now when I hear the incessant ugly music the tacky tasteless toilet taint still dictates we listen to 24/7 I just smile knowing she's most likely lurking in a seedy corner of some dank dark dirty bus stop bathroom stall eyes open wide behind the blindfold under the mask her fugly ass is wearing, waiting, choking back tears for years of the same... every night ending exactly the same way: In some random dingy gay bath house or seedy STD infested gay sex club, on her callused knees all alone, hungry, waiting, quietly crying... and eating.

It's easy to see now how she, in knowing by watching me live my best life almost daily, has grown into an old bitter queen, eaten alive with the green eyed monster. Her good years well behind her, she's never going to have any of the things she dreamed of, when she was a little girl. Decades on decades of only sad memories now fading fast forever lost, wasted (Like her youth) gone 4ever. She is the worst kind of homosexual: The Old Bitter Bitchy Queen Of Crones. Anger and Regret is all the poor unqualified hateful humbled (cause I'm your better u rejected nasty dirty hole) envious lil cocksucker has left.

I get it now.

Being the sound track to everyone else's life is probably the closest she'll ever come, to actually having one (worth living) herself.