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Another Reason Why Dickinson, North Dakota Is A Prison Work Camp, Lack Of Medical Care

In my previous blog post I wrote that Dickinson, North Dakota is a prison work camp because I keep getting stopped by the Police.  In the past two years, I have been stopped by the Police in Dickinson, more than in my entire previous forty-eight years of life.

Another reason why Dickinson, North Dakota is a prison work camp, is because of the lack of medical care.

In 2014-2015, the old St. Joseph’s Hospital in downtown Dickinson was closed and the new St. Alexius Hospital on the west side of Dickinson was opened.  Though the new St. Alexius Hospital cost approximately $75-$100 million to construct, it is an empty shell, a facade, and a sham, in several different ways.

For instance, if anyone with a serious medical condition arrives at the new St. Alexius Hospital in Dickinson, the hospital staff won’t hesitate to put that patient on the 100 mile, $40,000 helicopter ride to Bismarck, because they know that they aren’t capable of handling this patient with the medical staff and equipment that they have here.  Knowing this, many people in southwest North Dakota travel directly to Bismarck in an emergency, even though Dickinson is 100 miles closer.

What is wrong with the new St. Alexius Hospital, the equipment, and the medical staff?  This great big sprawling facade of a building, was meant to be a monument to the Catholic Church, just like a cathedral.  Rather than using the construction money for necessity, functionality, and efficiency in a medical building, they built a great big hollow temple monument.

The great big sprawling empty facade St. Alexius Hospital besides being a monument to the Catholic Church, was also a jobs program for the Catholic Church.  “Good Catholics” from the Catholic School system were awarded administrative jobs, though they held no degree in business administration, nor healthcare.  Nurses, who had nasty dispositions and an unfriendly manner, who would never be hired elsewhere, filled most of the nursing positions at the St. Alexius Hospital because they were local Catholics.

Medical Doctors, who can see what Dickinson is like, see what the St. Alexius Hospital administrators are like, and see what the St. Alexius Hospital nurses are like, take a pass on working in Dickinson, unless they have gotten into trouble elsewhere and don’t have any choices left.  Even the medical doctors with a troubled past don’t stay in Dickinson very long.

Most local people in Dickinson know better than to go to the St. Alexius Hospital in Dickinson.  They choose to go to Bismarck if they think that have something seriously wrong, or they go to Sanford Health in Dickinson if they think that their condition is not a severe emergency that requires driving to Bismarck.

Even though the medical staff, nurses, and doctors at Sanford Health are at a much higher professional level than the Catholic jobs-program staff at the St. Alexius Hospital, Sanford Health is a get-em-in and get-em-out quick type of operation, not at all like seeing a traditional family practice medical doctor who wants to know and understand his patients.

When I have needed medical care in Dickinson, I have found that I was shit-out-of-luck.  When I had a sudden, fast growing mole appear on my back, which looked and acted like a carcinoma, I couldn’t get an appointment with a dermatologist in North Dakota, not even in Bismarck, any sooner than six months.  I had to drive 750 miles one-way to Idaho in order to see a dermatologist the following week, who examined this mole, and froze it off for $100.

I have had severe allergy attacks in North Dakota, where my eyes swell shut and are so sensitive to light that I can not see.  I explained to the medical doctor that I saw at the Sanford Health clinic that my allergy attacks are so severe, that I thought that I needed something like epinephrine, which people who are allergic to bee stings use.

This young lady medical doctor was working as a “locum tenens”, a temporary doctor used to fill a staff shortage.  Her home was in Florida.  She didn’t understand what I was saying, she didn’t know what I was talking about, and she prescribed me some useless medication that didn’t work, that cost over $200 to cover only one or two allergy attacks.  She made some remark about “when I see my primary care physician”, because she was too young and dumb to know that this is it, this is all that there is in North Dakota, this visit with her is all the medical care that I am going to get in North Dakota.

Last week, I had an allergy attack that was so bad, not only did my eyes swell shut to where I could not see, I began to have trouble breathing, and I didn’t know if I was going to die.  In a panic because I began to not be able to breathe, I was about to call an ambulance, but I didn’t want to go to the St. Alexius Hospital because those fucking ham-fisted, fat, scowling, battle-axe, bitch Catholic women would only make it worse.  Stupid fuckers would take my blood and try to make me have a CT-scan or MRI, just to pay for their machine, even though I was having an allergic reaction.

Dickinson, North Dakota Is A Prison Work Camp

After six years of living in Dickinson, North Dakota, the best way to describe it, is that it is a prison work camp.  I want to begin this blog post by telling about my most constant reminder that I am in prison.

When I was living in Florida and got my driver’s license when I was sixteen years old, to when I moved away from Florida when I was thirty-two years old, in those sixteen years, I was stopped by the Police a total of three times.  The three times that I was stopped, I was speeding.  In those sixteen years, I commonly drove over the speed limit, and I often went out to bars until 2:00 a.m. on Friday and Saturday night.

From when I was thirty-two years old to forty-two years old, living in Colorado, Arizona, and Idaho, I was stopped by the Police a total of two times.  Once for speeding in Arizona, and once for a truck headlight being out in Idaho.

In comparison to being stopped twice by the Police in ten years of living in Colorado, Arizona, and Idaho, I have been stopped by Law Enforcement in North Dakota twice in the past thirty days.

In comparison to being stopped three times by the Police in sixteen years of living in Florida, I have been stopped by Law Enforcement in North Dakota more than three times in this past year.

In the past two years of living in North Dakota, I have been stopped by Law Enforcement more times than in my previous thirty-two years of driving.

I dread going anywhere in North Dakota, especially just going to the grocery store, going to work, or coming home from work.  In the past thirty days, while I was driving at the speed limit, not doing anything wrong, Law Enforcement that was travelling in the opposite direction, has made a U-turn after passing me, in order to come after me.

What Law Enforcement is trying to do, is stop me, ask me questions, and look in my vehicle in order to get me for something.

Every two or three days, the Dickinson Press newspaper has an article titled “Police Blotter” or “Crime & Courts”.  In these articles that are published every two or three days, there are typically ten to fifteen individuals named who have been charged with the following:

“…driving while license suspended, failure to carry liability insurance, possession of meth (misdemeanor), possession of meth paraphernalia (felony)…”

Dickinson has a horrible methamphetamine problem, and along with it, a terrible theft problem too.  I have had to call the Police on May 28, June 6, June 15, and June 25 regarding theft where I live in downtown Dickinson.

I understand what Law Enforcement is doing in North Dakota, trying to deal with and stop the methamphetamine and theft problem, by stopping motorists who appear to be just ordinary workers.  Law Enforcement is not making a U-turn on Villard Street to come after anyone in a new Ford F150, new Chevy 1500, new Dodge 1500, or new Suburban, lest they irritate or inconvenience someone who matters.

Most of the people in Dickinson are uneducated blue-collar workers, laborers, construction workers, welders, plumbers, electricians, equipment operators, truck drivers, and fair game to be pulled over by Law Enforcement at any time, because they are probably drunk, high, or driving on a suspended license.

Living here in Dickinson, is far, far from normal, and like no place else that I have ever lived, except for another oil field town in Texas.  There is very little to do here in Dickinson, and nowhere to go.  The women here are ugly, ugly, ugly, and mean.  No normal women will stay here.  And prostitution in not allowed.

You are just an inmate here in Dickinson, and you have to understand that this place is a prison work camp.  I understand what Law Enforcement is trying to do, but I am so tired of living like a black convict in a prison labor camp.

Oops, More Theft Where I Live In Downtown Dickinson, North Dakota

I got tired of writing about, and my readers got tired of hearing about the successful thefts and attempted thefts where I live in downtown Dickinson during May, June, and July.

The last theft that I covered, was the primer-grey color Honda Civic that got stolen from the Drug House at the end of the street where I live on July 14.

On Sunday July 28, my neighbor found a person’s driver’s license laying in the street near the corner of the city block that we live on.  The address on the driver’s license was a residence one city-block to the north, so he walked to that address, and he knocked on the door, in order to return this driver’s license.

The person who answered the door, he said that on Saturday night or early Sunday morning, someone saw his wallet laying on the front seat of his car, that was parked in his driveway.  He said that a thief broke into his car, and took his wallet, which had $600 cash inside of it.

Because the wallet was gone through, and the contents were thrown on the ground, as the thief walked down the street in front of the apartment building where I live early Sunday morning, I was going to offer to go through my security camera footage to see if it showed the thief walking down the street early in the morning.

On Sunday evening when I went to the house where the wallet was stolen, the guy wasn’t home.  His neighbors were home, and they said to me, “Maybe that was the same guy who stole the phone charger out of our car, who accidentally left his flashlight behind.”  I asked when did this happen, and the neighbors said late Saturday night or early Sunday morning.

It looks like the guy who had his wallet stolen, he didn’t even call the Police to report that his car was broken into and his wallet was stolen, because his neighbors didn’t even know that it had happened.  If the neighbors hadn’t picked up and handled the flashlight that the thief accidentally left behind, the Police could have probably gotten his fingerprints off of it.

From what I can tell at this point, it looks like the Dickinson Police Officers who are on patrol duty, they aren’t collecting and piecing together the evidence from reports to lead them to or narrow down the suspects in these thefts in the neighborhood where I live.  It doesn’t look like there is any Police Detective who is doing this either, since there is only one or two detectives in the City of Dickinson Police Department.

It looks like the Police are depending on informants leading them to the thief and/or the stolen property, or they are hoping to catch the thief in the act one night.  A few of us neighbors believe that we are going to have to catch this thief ourselves in order to stop the thefts in our neighborhood.

From everything that has happened recently, my belief now is that the thief lives one city block over, to the east.  He can’t steal things on the street that he lives on, because he could end up getting chased right to the place where he lives.  He has to walk at least one block away to steal things, so that he has a chance to run between houses and through people’s backyards, before he tries to make it to where he lives.

Whiting Petroleum Lays Off 254 Workers

Whiting Petroleum, which is based in Denver, Colorado, issued a public statement at the end of July saying that they had just laid off 254 workers, 1/3 of their workforce.

In Dickinson, North Dakota where I have lived for the past six years, the main oil companies operating in this area are Continental Resources, Marathon Oil, Whiting Petroleum, and Hess Corporation.  One of the newspaper articles that I read, said that Whiting Petroleum owned 1,500 oil wells in North Dakota.

To me, the Whiting Petroleum layoffs are funny.  Yes, that’s right, funny.  I have been thinking about the significance and repercussions of these lay offs for most of the day.  What this means, is that you can’t believe, trust, or rely on anything in North Dakota, because everything is based on oil and oil companies.

In this area, working for Whiting Petroleum, was one of the most steady jobs that you could get.  Most of the Whiting Petroleum personnel in Dickinson, to my knowledge, were what is called “pumpers”.  Pumpers are issued a new or almost new full-size, four-wheel-drive, company pickup truck, and they are assigned ten to twenty oil wells which they have to briefly inspect each day.

You don’t get to become a pumper until you are at least thirty years old, most pumpers are over forty years old.  Pumpers are required to have had more than several years of previous oil field work experience, a good work record, a clean driving record, mechanic skills, technical skills, heavy equipment operating experience, and sometimes a commercial driver’s license.

Oil companies look for the most experienced, knowledgeable, skilled, reliable, and trustworthy oil field workers to hire as pumpers.  Pumpers get paid about $65,000 per year, for a ten hour per day, five day work week.

In the oil industry, it is understood that the pumper positions are very long-term, steady employment.  The most experienced, knowledgeable, skilled, and reliable oil field workers, are willing to accept a $65,000 per year pumper job, because the work day is usually only ten hours, and they can be home in time for dinner with their family every evening, and spend weekends with their families.

Most pumpers in Dickinson, due to the oil industry practice of pumper positions being very long-term employment, they brought their families to Dickinson, purchased a home in Dickinson, and purchased a nice new truck from a local dealership.

Once you become a pumper for an oil company, and you are assigned your ten to twenty oil wells which you have to drive to every day, you expect that these ten to twenty oil wells will be operating for the next thirty years, and you will be inspecting these wells until you retire.

These people who got laid off from Whiting Petroleum in Dickinson, most of them probably hadn’t missed a day of work in years, even when they were sick, even when there was a snow storm.  They were very reliable, responsible, and competent in their jobs.  They didn’t do anything wrong, but now they don’t have a job.

If you can’t count on your job at Continental Resources, Marathon Petroleum, Whiting Petroleum, or Hess in North Dakota, what can you count on?  The answer is, nothing.  You can’t count on anything in North Dakota, that’s the whole point.

If Whiting Petroleum is going to lay people off like this, the other oil companies will too.  As it turns out, the oil company workers who thought that they could have a stable life, buy a home, and raise a family in places like Williston and Dickinson, they were duped, tricked, deceived, and misled.  They are being treated no better than migrant, seasonal, laborers by the oil companies.

In western North Dakota, the chambers of commerce, government spokespeople, elected representatives, industry spokespeople, business owners, realtors, want to attract people here with the lure of high paying jobs and supposed good quality of life, but it’s all a lie, you will be mistreated, taken advantage of, and used.

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.