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  1. Yes, many, many criminals. Circa 1980, a man kicked in my neighbor’s front door, in my apartment building. [So loud.] In between gasping for air, I called and had the sheriff’s deputies arrest him. His name was Albert Kunz; he was getting on a bus around the corner. He was carrying some valuable things he’d stolen. A diamond ring, plane ticket, the portable TV I’d described him carrying. The deputies didn’t believe me, as the perpetrator was dressed nicely, just like I’d described, in a beige cardigan and tan slacks. Man, oh, man! He’d told them he “knew the woman who lived there”. I was shocked to see him out in the patrol car, looking at me, but I took the deputies down to the woman’s apartment. They informed me they’d already checked all the doors. I pushed it open with one finger. Wood was splintered all over, clear to her china cabinet. I said, “If he ‘knew’ her, and ‘had a key’, then why would he have to bash her door in!” He was extradited from here in Seattle, to Oregon, where he was wanted, already. Later, just after my 26th birthday, I reported David Doyle, who called me to his car window, while I was out taking a walk. He asked how to get to Lake Burien. However, he was wearing no pants, (!) trying to shock me. That ain’t no way to treat a lady! I had him arrested at his home, a short time later. I’d memorized his license plate number. In the nineties, a man was crawling into my neighbor’s house, at noon, through their kitchen window, in order to let three more men in the front door, who were waiting. They were burglars, stole alot of things, including the little boy’s PlayStation, however I reported them to Sergeant Saulet, of the King County Sheriff’s Department. I even told him where they lived, three blocks away. I recognized their orange van with a round window on the side, that had been parked in my neighbor’s driveway. Last February, a man had taken up residence in front of my house, between my cars for a week. In a silver car. Big mistake. I called the cops, suddenly, around eight-thirty on Saturday morning, February 18th, 2018, and asked them to “come over, and get rid of him”. I had him arrested, right there, in the [stolen] silver car. He fought the law, and the law won. They broke out the car windows, dragged him, Jesse Rudy, out, swinging at them. Even though they [all four] had their guns drawn on him! They quickly tasered him, four times. He was lying on the ground, moaning loudly. I felt sorry for him, even though he had demolished my blue convertible, ramming it four times, and my burgundy Thunderbird twice. And he rammed one of the patrol cars, over and over. I’d told the sheriff that he had his car running, always, to keep warm. And that he had it running when I called. But they weren’t really prepared for his subsequent actions. I think he woke up in a bad mood.

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