Seeing People In Dickinson Get What Is Coming To Them

In my previous blog posts over the last four years, I have written several times that one of the reasons why I remain in Dickinson, is to see everyone get what is coming to them.  One of my favorite things to do in Dickinson, is to regularly read the Dickinson Press newspaper articles under the headings “Crime And Courts” and “Police Blotter”, because it shows all of the shitty people in Dickinson getting arrested for something, eventually.

In today’s “Crime And Courts” article in the Dickinson Press newspaper, I saw a woman’s name that sounded familiar, arrested for the felony charge of issuing a check with insufficient funds.  Where have I heard or seen that name before?, I asked myself.  Oh yes, it’s that fat bitch from Florida who screwed me, my co-workers, and my company when we showed up to perform work, saying, “We never signed your contract.”

Before anyone says that it is not a felony to write a check with insufficient funds, apparently it is when you do it for the third time in six months.  The first two times, which happened two and five months prior, they were misdemeanors, this third time is a class C felony.

Why I am enjoying seeing this fat bitch from Florida getting what is coming to her, is explained as follows:

In 2017, I was the manager of a small company that had been doing business in Dickinson for twenty years.  There was a large business in Dickinson that had some important work that needed to be performed, so the owner of the company that I worked for, he asked me to explain to another customer that we were already scheduled to work for, why we couldn’t make it there, that we were sorry for the inconvenience that it would cause him.

Myself and two co-workers, we showed up together at this large business lobby to perform work, and I asked for the manager.  The “corporate sales manager”, who myself and my two co-workers knew before she got this job recently, she came out to the lobby and said in a snarky manner, “We never signed your contract, we don’t need you.”

I don’t think that this had ever happened to the company that I was working for.  I was about forty-eight years old at the time, and this had never happened to me anywhere else that I had ever worked.  To a person who is a novice manager, this might seem like something that you could do, but to anyone who had been working in business for even a short while, you would know that there are repercussions from doing things like this.

The actual overall manager of this large business in Dickinson, she had been the manager there for 28 years.  She had been on friendly terms, both personally and business-wise, with the owner of the company that I worked for, for the past twenty years.

What was the purpose of the “corporate sales manager” contacting, requesting, and scheduling work to be performed on the premises by the company that I worked for, allowing us to show up to perform the work, and then telling us “We never signed the contract, we don’t need you”?  Not very good business practice, so the “corporate sales manager” was no longer employed there within a month or two after this incident.

I want to end this blog post by pointing out again, that there are people from all over the United States who moved to North Dakota because due to their actions, behavior, reputation, and criminal record, they were no longer able to obtain employment in the states where they came from.

Employers in Dickinson often perform no or inadequate background checks on employees.  I have already experienced white-trash criminals being promoted to manager at companies in Dickinson, where either myself or co-workers had to look up and show the company owners that these people were convicted of two felony armed robberies in Utah in one case, and another charged with first degree murder and kidnapping in another case.

The Dickinson Press newspaper “Police Blotter” and “Crime And Courts”, and the North Dakota Court Repository are good locations to look up your manager and co-workers in Dickinson, North Dakota, or just do a “Google” search.

The Sad And Tragic Story Of Who This Drug Addict Girl Is, In Dickinson, North Dakota

In my previous blog post I described how I came to meet a drug addict girl, who I will call “Teresa”, following the theft of my property in downtown Dickinson where I live.  In late June, Teresa came walking down the street from the Drug House where she lived, to where I was, working on my vehicle parked on the street beside the apartment building where I live.

At first, I was interested in talking to Teresa, in order to try to find out who had stolen my bicycle in the beginning of June.  The longer that I talked to her, I began to notice that she was good looking, in a way that most women in Dickinson are not.  She was very thin and muscular, with no body fat at all.  But her appearance wasn’t from diet and exercise, it was from drug use and not eating.

Because of the way that Teresa looked, and because she was so forward with me, I was attracted to her, and I wanted to have sex with her.  Her whole reason for walking up from the Drug House and talking to me, was probably to see if I had any interest in her, because she needed help.

I knew from talking to the landlord of the Drug House a day or two earlier, that Teresa was likely one of the three people who were being evicted from the Drug House.  Teresa told me that she was being evicted, but that she was going to court to fight her eviction.

It appeared that Teresa had no job, no income, no vehicle, and no money.  I thought about how I could help her, but I also thought about how much trouble she could cause me.  If I allowed her to stay in my apartment, sooner or later she or her friends would probably steal whatever they could from me.  Or, she could make an abuse allegation against me, and the Police would likely arrest me and remove me from my own apartment.

I realized that if I wanted to know who Teresa really was, I could look up her landlord’s name on the North Dakota Court Repository website under Civil/Traffic court cases, where he would be the Plaintiff, and she would be the Defendant in a pending eviction court case.

I found Teresa’s real first and last name, plus a second first and last name that she sometimes uses, which comes from her middle name and a previous marriage last name.  Using court records, LinkedIn, a wedding registry, company records, and Facebook, I was able to see a very sad and tragic story of who Teresa actually was:

Teresa grew up in, and graduated from high school, in a small town in Indiana.  From 2000 to 2004 she attended and graduated from a good state university, receiving a Bachelor of Arts in political science.

While attending university she was employed in business administration, and she continued to have steady employment in business administration after she graduated from university.  In her late twenties, with the amount of work experience and long-term steady employment that she had had, she probably earned $35,000 to $40,000 per year.

In 2010 Teresa moved to Virginia in order to attend a business college, to actually get a degree in Business Administration.  With her previous extensive work experience in business administration, taking the additional classes in accounting, finance, marketing, human resources, and management, would probably allow her to begin earning $50,000 to $80,000 per year.

Her first semester at this business college in Virginia, Teresa met a fellow student in one of her classes, who had just gotten out of the military.  Soon she became best friends with him, later she became engaged to him, and a couple of years later she had two children with him.

Her fiancee that she met at business college in Virginia, I will call him “Jeremy”.  Jeremy had a good personality, he was funny, handsome, athletic, and in good physical condition.  The photographs of Teresa and Jeremy from this time period at business college in Virginia, both of them about 30 years old, they looked very happy, and very healthy.

When Teresa and Jeremy graduated from business college in Virginia in 2013, soon after that, they moved to Dickinson, North Dakota, which was experiencing an oil boom.  Teresa got a job in business administration in Dickinson, with a very large company, her job title was assistant manager.  After about a year of working for this very large company in Dickinson, Teresa was promoted to manager.

As manager of this company, Teresa was responsible for the intake of about $200,000 to $300,000 per month, the deposits, the bookkeeping, some human resources, employee management, sales, marketing, public relations, dealing with customers, and more.  She earned probably $60,000 to $70,000 per year.

From the civil and criminal court records that I saw, and from her Facebook timeline of photos and comments, it looks like everything began falling apart in approximately 2015.  Teresa was no longer with Jeremy, the father of her two children, and it looked like she was no longer employed.

What I saw on Teresa’s Facebook page, was that she was “in-love” with her “soul-mate”, a convicted felon thief, drug addict, and drug dealer from Bowman, North Dakota.  In her Facebook photos and comments, and in court records, from 2016 onward, it looked like she became completely immersed in a drug addict lifestyle.

Jeremy was awarded custody of their two children.  Teresa was arrested for failure to appear in court, following an arrest for driving without a driver’s license.  She was arrested for possession of marijuana.  She was evicted by three different property management companies in Dickinson for failure to pay rent.  She had four separate court judgments against her for $4,500, $2,000, $1,000, and $1,000.

What was shocking to me, was the contrast between the Teresa that had just graduated from business college, was the manager of a large company earning $60,000 to $80,000 per year, with a new Dodge Charger, with a home, a husband, and two young children, and the Teresa who was homeless, with no children, no job, and walking the streets of Dickinson looking for things to take out of garbage dumpsters.

It is said that a drug addiction is a mental illness.  I don’t disagree that drug addiction is a mental illness, but I think that Teresa must have had some kind of mental illness completely separate from trying, using, and becoming addicted to methamphetamine.  The reason why I say this, is how in two or three years of using meth, could she not see that she had lost her job, her career, her home, her husband, her children, her friends, and was living on the street, and not want to change?  The women’s shelter and rehabilitation is just one mile away.

I couldn’t believe how far Teresa had fallen.  But I had to tell myself, how in the world could I help her or deal with her, don’t I realize that her husband, her family, her employer, and her friends must have all tried to help her?

Probably one of the biggest obstacles to Teresa leaving this drug addict lifestyle, is her “soul-mate” boyfriend, who despite being arrested for felony theft and felony drug possession with intent to deliver during this past year, he is not in jail, but on probation.  I don’t know when the judges in Dickinson will understand that allowing convicted felon drug dealers to walk around free in Dickinson, is not a good idea, and not helpful to anyone.

Getting Ready To Have Sex With A Drug Addict Girl In Dickinson, North Dakota

A little over two years ago I moved into an older, low rent apartment in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota.  Considering that my truck got stolen in 2017 from this neighborhood by a methamphetamine addict, my bicycle got stolen last month, and more attempted thefts continue, there hasn’t been much of a cost savings from renting this cheap apartment.

However, if you were to regularly read the Dickinson Press newspaper articles under the headings “Police Blotter” or “Crimes & Courts”, you would see that theft, burglaries, and vandalism happen all over the City of Dickinson.  In fact, some of the newer and more expensive apartment complexes experience an even greater amount of  theft because the residents there have more and better things to steal.

I continue to live in my older, low rent apartment in downtown Dickinson because I like this two-bedroom apartment itself, and there is no point in me paying more money for a newer apartment in a different part of town, if the amount of theft and vandalism is going to be the same or even worse there.

In my recent previous blog posts, I went on and on about the successful theft and attempted theft of my property where I live.  I wrote that I eventually began talking to the drug addict women who live at the Drug House down the street, in order to try to learn who had stolen my bicycle and who keeps attempting to steal my property.

I already described and explained that I became attracted to one of the drug addict women at the Drug House, because unlike most of the women in Dickinson, she was thin, small, cute, diminutive, friendly, and she would talk to me at length without trying to get away.  This particular girl who I described in my previous blog post, she was not as bad or as dangerous, as one of the other drug addict women who I became even more interested in.

On the evening of June 25, one of the residents of the Drug House was seen using his phone to take pictures of what was in the back of my truck, appearing to be prospecting or shopping my property before he stole it.  A couple of hours later, due to a dispute, four or five Dickinson Patrol Officers had to chase this same individual and taser him a hundred feet away from my truck.

The Dickinson Police then had to detain and question about five of the other residents and visitors to the Drug House, out on the street where I live.  A couple of days later, one of the women residents of the Drug House, she came walking up to me when I was outside working on my vehicle parked on the street.  I was interested in asking her what was going on, what had happened, and who was it who keeps stealing my stuff.

At first, I didn’t notice much about this young woman, I was more interested in trying to ask her questions in the right way to get information, without causing her to walk away.  I soon realized that she wasn’t in a hurry to get away, she seemed willing to tell me anything I wanted.  I felt bad for her, because she was being so cooperative, I didn’t want her to get into trouble with the drug people that she was living with by being an informant.  She didn’t seem to care about her own safety.

Maybe she was just telling me what she thought I wanted to hear.  Maybe she was making things up.  Maybe she was sick of the drug people that she was living with and was angry with them, I don’t know.  I began noticing more what she looked like.

She was nearly my height, only an inch or two shorter than me.  She had blond hair that went down a little past her shoulders.  She was wearing a white color, light summer dress, with a V-neck, a high side split on the skirt, and she was wearing cowboy boots.

What I noticed most about her, was that she was skin, bone, and muscle, with no fat on her.  Her neck, shoulders, and arms just showed muscle, like a young professional dancer who practices five or six hours every day.  I admired this about her, though I supposed that her physique was from drug use, rather than dedicated exercise.

Because she was so forthright and forward with me, being able and willing to stand there with me having a conversation, and because of the way that she looked and presented herself, I was attracted to her, and in a way she was exactly what I was looking for.

I can’t over emphasize the scarcity of attractive women in Dickinson, North Dakota.  The ratio of men to women in Dickinson is about 3:1, and the women who are here are mostly unattractive, overweight, unkempt, hostile, mean, and unfriendly.  Like the old west, there is a need for prostitutes in Dickinson, but the Police in North Dakota won’t allow it, and they are always trying to entrap men looking for prostitutes.

This young woman that I was now talking to, I will call her “Teresa”, though that is not her real name.  She told me that she was being evicted from her apartment, and that she was going to court to dispute her eviction.  I believed that she did not have a job, and that she probably had no money, or very little money.

I believed that this whole episode of “Teresa” approaching me and talking to me, was to present herself to me, to see if I had any interest in her, because she needed help.  Yes, I was interested in her, and I was willing to help her, but I planned on being very circumspect about it.

I told her that I thought that she was attractive, and that I wanted to see her again.  She smiled, and she said that I would.  I gave her the flyer that I had made offering a reward for my stolen Mongoose Mountain Bike, because it had my phone number on it.  She said that she would call me in a couple of hours, but right now she had to go get a lamp out of a garbage dumpster, at an apartment where some people were moving out.

After she walked away, one of my neighbors who is a friend of mine drove up.  I told him that I was just talking to one of the drug addict women from the Drug House down the street, who was very attractive, that I had to go clean and hide everything in my apartment because she was probably coming over, would he please talk me out of this, because this is a terrible idea.  My neighbor said no, he wouldn’t try to talk me out of this, that he had had drug addict girlfriends before too.

I had to dust the window frames, shelves, base boards, other objects, and vacuum my apartment.  While cleaning, I made a mental note of everything that I would have to go back, pick up, move, hide or lock up in order to keep “Teresa” from taking it.  Check books, spare key sets, handguns, laptop computers, car titles, bank statements, credit card statements, life insurance statements, investment statements, would all have to be gathered up and locked in a large steel chest that I use as a safe.

As an hour passed, I began to think that I would be just as happy if she didn’t call and didn’t come over, as if she came over and had sex.  I began to realize that this wasn’t just a matter of hiding and locking up everything that she could possibly take.  It was possible that she would want to stay here, and move whatever she had into my spare bedroom.  Then, I wouldn’t have to only worry about her, I would have to worry about her drug addict friends that she would invite over while I was at work.

What if she became a problem, and she refused to leave my apartment after a few days, a week, or a month?  If she refused to leave, and the Police wanted to treat her like an equal tenant, this would have to go through an eviction process which could cost a couple thousand in legal fees and take two months.  I would probably get kicked out of my own apartment if she wanted to put on an act that I was abusing her.

“Teresa” didn’t call or come over that night.  I saw her and her girl friends carrying several loads of discarded household furnishings down the street back to the Drug House.  In the following days, she came down to the apartment building where I live riding a bicycle asking for me, and once she was headed to my apartment building and the Dickinson Police stopped her and told her to turn around and go back to where she lived.

I thought and thought about all of the bad things that could happen from having any involvement with “Teresa”, and then I found out who she really was, which I will explain in my next blog post.

Talking To Drug Addict Women From The Drug House In Dickinson, North Dakota

Due to the successful theft and attempted theft of my property in downtown Dickinson where I live, I started talking to the drug addict women who live at the Drug House down the street.  This is probably going to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life.

Following the successful theft of my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle on June 6, one of the people who I stopped and talked to while looking for my stolen bicycle, was a young lady drug addict who was pacing around outside of the Drug House down the street.

I had seen her before in our neighborhood, she is in her late twenties, blond hair, about 5′-3″, 105 lbs.  The last time that I had seen her, I was talking to my neighbor, there was an undercover Police Officer in a Chevy Suburban parked twenty feet away from us, and this girl came and sat down in the street with her dog about fifteen feet from me.  She was probably very high, sitting down in the middle of the street like that, right in front of the undercover Police Officer, two blocks from where she lived, so all of us just ignored her.

The next time that I saw her, when I stopped, got out of my truck, and walked over to her, I can’t remember if she made much of an attempt to get away or not.  I vaguely recall that she made a half-hearted, ineffective attempt to get away, by turning around.  I kind of had to catch her, but it wasn’t hard, there was a thick hedge beside the sidewalk preventing her from heading in that direction, and she was probably drugged.

When I began telling her about my stolen bicycle, she stopped, she listened, and she looked at the photograph of my stolen bicycle on my phone.  When I said to her that this happened at 2:20 a.m. in the morning, she became more alert and she said, “You have this on video?”  I thought that this wasn’t good, that she became alarmed when she found out that I had this bicycle theft on surveillance video.  Then she said, “I can’t really see this photograph in this bright sunlight, can you send this to me by texting it?”  And she gave me her phone number to text it to.

I didn’t mind texting the photograph of my stolen bicycle to her.  I figured that she had to show this to her friends or boyfriend to decide what they were going to do with this stolen bicycle now.  It was funny to me that she gave me her phone number just like that, most normal women would never do this.  Either it was important to her because she had something to do with the stolen bicycle, or she was high on drugs.

I am not going to tell this girl’s name at this time, because many people would know who she is, and I don’t want to cause her problems, much of what I am saying about her is not flattering, nor are my thoughts, feelings, and intentions.

On Sunday July 14, her friend’s Honda Civic got stolen.  Later that day, when this drug addict girl saw me at the grocery store, she waited for me outside the store, then she came up to me and asked me if I could look at my security camera video to see if it showed who stole her friend’s Honda Civic.

At first I was angry at her, I thought that she and her friends had stolen my bicycle, and I told her so.  Then I calmed down, and I talked to her drug addict friends sitting in their vehicle in the parking lot.  I knew what this Honda Civic looked like, it was lowered, and painted primer-grey.  I said that I would look at my security camera video, when did they think that this happened?

When I got home, I had to look through five hours of surveillance video at 4x speed, which takes fifteen minutes per each hour of video.  Finally, at something like a video time stamp of 4:34 a.m., it showed the lowered, primer-grey Honda Civic with no headlights on going past.

I didn’t have a USB flash drive to download the surveillance video, so I drove to her apartment down the street, talked to her, and got a USB flash drive from her.  I went back to my apartment, downloaded the video, brought the USB flash drive back to her, and I talked to her some more outside of her apartment.

I asked her, “How much was your boyfriend’s car worth.”  She didn’t correct me and say that this wasn’t her boyfriend, she said that he told the Police it was worth about $1,000.  If this was her boyfriend, he is kind of a sad fellow.  He is doing so badly, that I don’t even want to describe any more about him, except to say that it appears that everything has gone wrong for him.

Besides this guy in her apartment, there were two other women.  As I wrote in my previous blog post, at this Drug House, there are people who live there who are not renters, they are people who have no where else to go, and they won’t leave.

I have written about this many times, in Dickinson the ratio of men to women is about 3:1, there is a shortage of women.  Most of the women who are here, are overweight, unattractive, mean, and unfriendly.  There are no prostitutes, the City of Dickinson Police post advertisements for escorts or prostitutes, then they try to arrest the responders and sentence them to twenty years in prison under sex-trafficking laws.

This young drug addict girl, was thin, cute, friendly, and she was not trying to get away from me.  I looked her over pretty thoroughly as I was talking to her, and yes, I wanted to have sex with her.

Part of the attractiveness of drug addict women, is that they don’t have the fear, hesitation, or reservations about having sex like normal women do, especially not when they are high.  Normal women have a hundred reasons in their mind why not to have sex, everything from what would their friends think, what would their neighbors think, what would their children think, what if they got pregnant, what kind of job does he have, whereas drug addict women don’t think like this, they are risk takers, they live for the moment, not for the future.

I left this drug addict girl without once ever saying anything even slightly related to me wanting to have sex with her, though she probably knew that I did.  The more that I stay away from her, and the more that she stays away from me, this will never happen.

This particular girl is not that bad of a person.  However, there is an even more attractive drug addict girl from this Drug House, that is even more forward with me, who is a very bad and dangerous person, who I am having a some difficulty avoiding, which I will try to explain in my next blog post.

The Drug House In Dickinson, North Dakota

Each of my previous four blog posts have been primarily about the attempted theft and successful theft of my property in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota where I live.  I would like to get off of this subject, but I can’t, because this shit keeps on happening, faster than I can even write about it.

Beginning on May 27, 2019 when I found my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle hanging from its bicycle cable-lock off the back of my truck parked where I live, my neighbors in the apartment building where I live, and my neighbors living in the houses in this area, they all told me that they believed that it was the people in the “Drug House” at the end of the street that were responsible for all of the crime in our neighborhood.

It was pointed out to me again and again by my neighbors, that the Dickinson Police are at the “Drug House” nearly every day.  If you watch what goes on down there, the Police are at this house looking for suspects, looking for stolen property, serving arrest warrants and arresting people, serving search warrants and arresting people for possession of illegal drugs and stolen property, serving eviction notices, evicting people, and responding to disputes.

Having observed all of the Police activity at the “Drug House” that goes on daily, people in our neighborhood have taken note of the individuals that come and go from the Drug House all day long by vehicle, by bicycle, and on foot, and the people who sit or loiter outside of the Drug House.

Everyone in our neighborhood is suspicious and concerned when they see the residents and visitors of the Drug House parked in their vehicle, bicycling, or walking in the neighborhood, because they are worried that they are planning on stealing something or breaking into a vehicle or home.  The parking, bicycling, and walking often appear to have no other purpose than spotting and planning things to steal.

Besides the successful theft of my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle, and the cutting through of the bicycle cable-lock on my red color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle, some of my neighbors have had a luggage rack stolen, a trailer hitch stolen, an expensive bicycle stolen, a baby stroller stolen, a car broken into, a house broken into, and most recently this past week a Honda Civic stolen.

Myself and all of my neighbors would like for this Drug House to be gone.  Burning it down, bulldozing it down, getting a community grant to buy it and destroy it, or having the Building Inspector or Fire Marshall declare it uninhabitable are options that have been considered.

I talked to the property manager of the apartment building where I live about the thefts that I have had, which appear to be caused by people walking up the street from the Drug House.  He looked up the owner of the Drug House, put the office phone on speaker, and called the owner of the Drug House while I was sitting there.  When the phone picked up, he said, “Hey John, I think that you have got a drug problem going on at the house that you own.”  John said without hesitation, “Oh I know that I do.”

John, the owner of the Drug House, was an elderly man in his late 60s or 70s.  He sounded tired and nearly worn out, almost exasperated.  He explained that he had three evictions currently going on at this house, and that none of these people would leave.  It appeared that it was never the elderly owner John’s intention to have rented to drug addicts and criminals.

Apparently, this Drug House was subdivided into small rental units, which are not very appealing, and they are very low rent, as low as $250 per month.  People with a criminal record, drug addiction, no high school diploma, no job skills, who can’t get a job or can’t keep a job, with very little income, they rent a unit in the Drug House because this is one of the cheapest places in Dickinson.

After the theft of my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle on June 6, I drove around Dickinson looking for this bicycle.  I stopped and talked to my neighbors, and I showed them photos of this stolen bicycle.  And, I stopped at the Drug House several times to show the tenants and loiterers photos of my stolen bicycle.

The female residents of the Drug House were very receptive in hearing about my stolen bicycle and looking at photos.  They would say how that was bad, they were sorry, and that they would keep an eye out for it.  The male residents of the Drug House would say get the fuck out of here with that shit, we didn’t steal your bicycle.

On the night of June 25, when every Dickinson Patrol Officer on duty at the time had to respond to a dispute involving residents of the Drug House, after this things changed for a couple of weeks.  The Police had to chase, taser, arrest, and take to jail an individual who was combative with them and non-compliant.  Removing this individual from the Drug House seemed to help quiet things down for a while.

Several residents of the Drug House, and several visitors to the Drug House were detained and questioned by the Police.  The visitors to the Drug House did not like being detained, identified, and questioned, and they quit going to the Drug House.  The women residents of the Drug House didn’t like this either and they were upset about it.

In the days following this incident, when the women residents of the Drug House were still upset about this, I talked to them about everything that had been going on recently.  Some of the residents of the Drug House were not renters, they were people who had no place to go, and they would not leave, this was the case for the person who got tased and arrested, his name was Steven.

Everything was quiet until the Honda Civic got stolen on Sunday morning July 14.  Possibly or probably the worst thing to come from all of this, was that I started talking to the drug addict women, which I will explain in my next blog post.

June 15, 2019 Attempted Bicycle Theft In Downtown Dickinson, North Dakota

My previous three blog posts have been about the successful theft and attempted theft of my property in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota on May 27, June 6, June 15, and June 25 of 2019.

In this blog post, I just want to explain and show the surveillance video from June 15 at 2:31 a.m. where an adult male walks up to my red color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle parked in the bicycle rack where I live.  The 3/8″ steel bicycle cable-lock was found cut through on the morning of June 15, that is why I looked at the surveillance video from the previous night.

If you read my previous blog post, it describes the theft of my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle from the back of my vehicle parked where I live on June 6, where two adults cut through the 3/8″ steel bicycle cable-lock with a Dremel type tool.  The white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle I cared about, the red color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle I bought at a City of Dickinson Municipal Surplus Auction two years ago for about $30.

The Police Officer who came to talk to me after I reported this attempted theft on June 15, was Officer Bates.  I later gave a copy of three surveillance videos showing the June 6 and June 15 incidents to Dickinson Police Officer Kinto, Officer Bates, and Sergeant Moser.

In this video, at the 02:31:00 time stamp, you will see an individual walk from the right side to the left side of the video screen.  If you look closely at the white Chrysler 300, you will see this individual turn to walk in front of this car, to get to the bicycle rack, and then crouch down.  Before viewing this surveillance video, click on the settings icon to select the highest video resolution 480p, and also expand this video to watch it on full-screen.

Why this individual didn’t take this red color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle at this time, I don’t know.  Maybe because the tires did not have enough air in them to ride it.  Maybe he got scared away by a barking dog at the house next door.

When I discussed the May 27, June 6, June 15, and June 25 theft or attempted thefts of my property in downtown Dickinson with neighbors in my apartment building, other people living in this neighborhood, and Dickinson Police Officers, everyone believed that the thieves were coming from the “Drug House” down the street.  When an arrest was made of an individual who had been photographing the property in my truck on June 25, following a 911 call about a dispute involving several people, this individual and several other persons involved were residents of the “Drug House”.

It is not that the Dickinson Police Patrol Officers do not care about crime in this neighborhood, they have to go to this “Drug House” on average about once per day.  There are drug investigations at this “Drug House” at least once per month, probably more often than that.  The suspects are taken to jail, and within a few days they are out of jail, right back to the “Drug House”.

June 6, 2019 Bicycle Theft Video Dickinson, North Dakota

My previous two blog posts described the attempted theft and successful theft of my property in downtown Dickinson, North Dakota on May 27, June 6, June 15, and June 25 of 2019.

In this blog post, I just want to focus on the successful theft of my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle from my vehicle that occurred on June 6, 2019, and show the surveillance video of this theft.

There was an attempted theft of this white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle on May 27, where this bicycle was left hanging from the back of my vehicle by its bicycle cable-lock.  Dickinson Police Officer Langler who responded to my reporting this attempted theft to the Dickinson Police Dispatch, he suggested that I buy a trail camera or a security camera, so I bought a security camera and installed it that same day.

On June 6, 2019 at approximately 2:19:00 a.m., the security camera recorded two adults riding up to my vehicle on black BMX bicycles.  On this video, look at the white truck parked on the far side of the street.  At approximately 2:21:00 a.m., the security video shows one of the thieves riding away on my white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle, while he holds onto the handle bars of the small black BMX bicycle that he rode up on.

When watching this video, click on the settings icon to select the highest video resolution which will probably be 480p, then click on the full screen view icon.  Look at the surveillance video time stamp, and start viewing at 02:19:00 a.m.

I want to explain several things that I have not already covered in my previous two blog posts.  This white color Mongoose Mountain Bicycle, I bought it for $225 in Uvalde, Texas while I was working in the oil field of southwest Texas, near Carrizo Springs in 2012.  On the weekends I rode this bicycle through the sparsely populated, rural areas along the Nueces River.  I kept this bicycle in very good condition for the past seven years, it has more sentimental value and memories associated with it, than cash value.

You have got to realize, that two grown adults made one attempt to steal this bicycle on May 27, then they made plans to come back with a Dremel tool on June 6 at 2:20 a.m. in the morning, to crouch down and take two minutes to cut through a 3/8″ steel bicycle cable-lock out on the street, and then ride down the street holding onto another bicycle, to obtain something that they could sell for only $80 to $100.  Do any grown adults do anything as stupid as this, to split $80 to $100 between them, and risk going to jail, if they are not Methamphetamine addicts?

I was upset at having this bicycle stolen, because it means something to me, not because it is worth a lot of money.  But more importantly, if two adults are going to come out at night in my neighborhood with a Dremel tool, looking to steal things worth as little as $80, is anything inside or outside my vehicle, or anyone else’s vehicle safe?

It was pointed out to me by several different Dickinson Police Officers, neighbors living in my apartment building, and neighbors living in homes in this neighborhood, that there is a “Drug House” down the street from me.  On average, the Dickinson Police have to go to this “Drug House” about once a day.

Neighbors pointed out to me the vehicles that have been broken into, the other property that has been stolen like bicycles, luggage racks, trailer hitches, and a baby stroller, and following tracks in the snow back to the “Drug House” down the street.  Some of this was explained in my previous blog post.

Something else that needs to be realized, is that these stolen items like an $80 bicycle or an $80 luggage rack, it is unlikely that someone would drive one or two of these items at a time immediately to Bismarck or Rapid City to try to sell them, because it wouldn’t be worth the trip time-wise or the cost of fuel.  There has got to be some shed or garage in downtown Dickinson, that is full of stolen bicycles, car luggage racks, trailer hitches and everything else that has been stolen downtown in the past month or two.

Lastly, besides evidence that seems to point to the people in the “Drug House” down the street being involved in the attempted theft and successful theft of my property downtown where I live, in the original HD high resolution video where I can zoom-in, the person riding away on my Mongoose Mountain Bicycle reminded me of someone who works at a business in downtown Dickinson.

The person who was riding away on my Mongoose Bicycle, who reminded me of a person who works at a business downtown, I looked him up on the internet to learn his last name, let’s say that his last name is “Harter”, an unusual name that I have never really come across anyone having this last name before.  (“Harter” is not his actual last name, I don’t want to ruin the Police investigation, however I want people to be able to figure this out.)

When I went to the Dickinson Police Station on June 26 following the arrest of the person from the “Drug House” who was using his phone to photograph the property in my truck downtown where I live, there was another individual from the “Drug House” at the Police Station, and just then the “Harter” guy who looks like the person who stole my bicycle shows up at the Police Station too.

Then, I find out that the “Drug House” resident who is always walking up and down the streets during the day spotting things to steal when it gets dark, her last name is “Harter”.

Also, for about eight years of my life as a kid and as a teenager, I rode my bicycle for an average of about four hours every day.  It is very hard to ride a bicycle, and hold onto a second bicycle by the handle bars, pulling it along with you, because the second bicycle always wants to steer into you or away from you, it is very hard to do.  It is hard to ride down from a curb on a bicycle with only one hand on the handle bars, even much more so while holding onto a second bicycle.  There are only a few people in Dickinson who have this much experience riding bicycles, to ride away holding a second BMX bicycle by the handle bars, and drop down from a curb one-handed, like shown in the surveillance video.