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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.