PART 2

My 'Russian Roulette' Like Return To The Portland Hilton --- For Some Rather Risky 'Recon' --- Intruders Force My Retreat From Washington Park In Portland With Girlfriend Back To The Pad At Westslope
--It's Apparent Links To Near Fatal Incident At The
Portland Hilton Where I Work The Day Before

 

This Powder Keg Of Events All 'Touched Off' By Way Of My Accidental Discovery On Thursday Of The L.A. Sheriff's Detective I Once Knew As My College Police Science Instructor In 1971 --- Thereat Portland Hilton Where I Work

Morning Surveillance By Two 'Suits' --- Afternoon Transfer To Work In Isolation, --- This In Episodic Response, To Discovery At The Hilton The Day Before Of An L.A. Cop I Knew As My College Police Science Class Instructor Back In 1971 --- And Who Now Turns Up In March '79 --- Ready To Kill Me Over This Apparently SuperSensitive Intelligence --- More Revelations At The Hilton, Their Evil Implications & Links To Weird Recent Events --- Unwinding With V.O. & 7's At Washington Park After Dark With Girlfreind
--- Intruders Cut Short My 'Q & A' Session With Girlfreind

--- An Unexpectedly Intense & Nerve Racking 'Freaky Friday' Morning Under Surveillance At The Hilton A Suspiciously Episodic Transfer To Work In Isolation, Wondering If & When I'm Gonna Get 'Bumped-Off' All Afternoon

Time to spin the wheel of fate --- Back to work at the Portland Hilton on Friday before a weekend off to sort things out --- an extremely dangerous move with probable deadly consequences ---- Plainly evidenced by the near fatal incident in a Hilton elevator the day before --- The whole scene there is just too fucking insane and incredibly unbelievable for me bail out now --- My intense curiosity cuts through the tidal waves of fear sweeping over me --- Last time I’ll be able to do some ‘recon at the Portland Hilton and maybe get some more clues as to what going on there --- that is unless something bad happens to me there.

March 23rd 1979 --- End of the work week, and also, what I suspected was to be my last day there --- even if I did survice the work day through as well and time for some ‘recon’ at the Portland Hilton approx.7:00 am to 1:30 to 2:00 pm --- Return home back to my apartment in Westslope by 3:00 pm --- Back into Portland for a V.O. & Sevens at Washington Park with my new 17-year old girlfriend approx. 7:30 to 8;00 pm back --- Intruders approach from two directions, a hasty retreat from the rose garden at the park to the car & drive back to Westslope by about 9:30 pm

Morning Surveillance By Two Guys In 'Suits' --- My Episodic Transfer & Isolation After Lunch, For Closer Observation & Testing --- A 'Zoned-Out' Looking Employee Working Nearby Suddenly Evokes Then Recent Memories --- Of The Psycho Ward Window Suicide, Of My Girlfreind's Cousin, Back In Early December '78 --- This Only Days After The 'Gang Of Four' Bridge Jumpers, Just North Of Portland ---Which Made 'The Oregonian' Front Page, With The 'Peoples Temple' Mind-Control Cult, Mass Murder / Suicides Of Late-November '78

V.O. Whisky & 7's At Washington Park After Dark -- Quizzing Girlfreind, Intruders Cut Things Short --- Back Home, For A Night's Rest --- A Hasty Retreat Back to The Pad in Westslope --- Gotta' Figure Out What's Up At The Portland Hilton & Why I Was Almost Murdered Over ItAlthough I expected things to get somewhat freaky & quite possibly fatal ---- I never imagined just how hairy, dangerously terrifying and agonizingly long that Bad Ass 'Freaky Fucking Friday' This was going to be ---

Morning Surveillance by two scary guys in suits at the Hilton --- My episodically timed afternoon transfer away from my crew fuel my fears of being off’d during work --- Intruders at Washington Park Later That Night --- A run for the car & back to the ‘pad’ in Westslope for a partial night’s sleep

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PART 5

Portland 1975
'America's Most Liveable City'

My September '75 Move From Northern California --- To A 'Time Warped'

 

 

 

Sub-Parts I through III --- To PART 2 Of This 13 Part
Synopsis & Epilogue To: "1979"

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'Freaky Friday' Surveillance By Two 'Suits'
During My Morning Work Routine At The Portland Hilton

Clearly To Gauge My Response At Discovery of The L.A. Cop I knew there in a Hilton Guest Elevator The Day BeforeI Grab A Knife From a Room Service Cart --- And Later A Razor Knife From Our Paint Crew's Tool Crib In Case I Need It --- Scary As The Two 'Suits' Bead In On Me Occassionally As They Pretend To Check Out All The Rooms --- A Never Before Seen Sight To Be Sure --- And Can Only Mean These Guys Are Here To Study My Reaction After the Near Fatal Elevator Incident The Day Before --- When I Accidentally Discovered The Presence Of An L.A. Sheriff's Detiective ---- I Hadn't Seen In 8 Years in Disguise in A Hotel Guest Elevator At The Hilton --- And Is Ready To Murder Me Over My Discovery

 

Nervously Going through the work routine at the Portland Hilton ----- My dread terror of being Off’d at any Second --- By the Individual I recognized the day before at the Portland Hilton and who came close to ‘wasting’ me there in an elevator --- this in apparent alarm over my discovery of his presence there at the Portland Hilton where I just started work --- My, What a coincidence this is --- Why not kill me there today ??

Morning Surveillance by two scary guys in suits at the Hilton --- Most Likely local 'mob' ---- as they don't quite have the same look or demeanor of the FBI agent --- who then only 5 months earlier interrogated me back in late October '78 ---- as I watched another dozen or so FBI agents combing the street, going door to door --- in a Southeast Portland Neighborhood I just happened to be visiting at the time.

Jeez It's been like 3 hours and the two dudes in the suit are still checking me out but good ---- I've got to hand it to them, they're suits are well tailored and the bastards are certainly staying character as they go from room-to-room, pretending to look them over and then glancing down at the clipboard one them carried ---- casually looking over in my direction with 'poker-faces' --- which means these guys are 'Pros' alright.

Lunchtime --- Fuck! It Seemed like it never come ---- I need a break from these bastards in the suits beading in on my ass all morning. --- Now I can finally have a smoke, not being allowed to smoke on the job & all.

 

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A 'Freaky Friday' Gets Even Freakier For Me At The Portland Hilton
The Suspiciously Episodic Transfer Of Me To Work In Virtual Isolation

--- Away From My Fellow Crew Members Present At The End of The Near Fatal Elevator Ride the Day Before --- Evoking Fears I Might Be Murdered Once Alone --- More Damage Control By My Unseen 'Handlers' at The Portland Hilton --- An Extremely Frightening Move For Me In Light Of The Near Fatal Elevator Incident There The Day Before --- And The Two Suits Staring At Me For Hours, All Fucking Morning --- The Newspaper Article On The Sykes Assassination In Holland Yesterday --- Within Hours Of My Accidental Discovery Of The L.A. Cop I know And Hadn't Seen In 8 Years --- Now Some Kind Of CIA 'Spook' Who 'Freaks Out' So Badly Over It He's Ready To Kill Me Right Fucking Then & There

Another 'Painter In Exile' --- A Freindly, But Disturbingly Unstable Looking Individual Who Resembles My General Appearance --- And Looks Disturbingly Who Didn't Look Right Somehow --- Thus Evoking Then Recent Murder & Mind Control Memories Of the Previous Summer '78 in Northern Cal --- Paranoid! And With Good Reason --- Working & Keeping Watch For The Surveillance Guys in Suits --- Well I Lucked Out --- Like Me The People Running The Show At The Hilton Will Probably Wait Until After The Weekend --- And Wait Until Next Week To 'Off' Me --- The Whole Scene Similar To A Similar Situation --- then only Six Months Earlier In March '79 --- Back On September 1st 1978 and my last day of work at Olsen Engineering in Northern California.

After scoping me out all fucking morning, I wonder what these two guys in suits are gonna do --- for the afternoon half of my work day. ---- Acting like everything's cool, like it's just another routine workday --- I return to after lunch I’m suddenly removed from the floor where the rest of my paint crew is working and reassigned to do some work on the rather large suites, with corner windows on the upper floors.

The unexpected and Episodically timed Move to assign me to work alone on an upper most-floor --- Prompts Fears in My Mind that I might Be thrown off the roof-deck or possibly ‘chucked’ out a window from one of the Suites --- The Windows Opened with special Keys

I run into some another painter --- one that I’ve never seen before --- and although he seems okay and all, his lingo is cool and all,--- his speech and vernacular seems broken & perculiar somehow.

This other Hilton painter in exile has really weird look in his eyes, which together with his longhair and beard makes him look he’s really not all there --- or rather like he’s undergone some kind of transformation recently --- like you can see in the back of mind and you know someone’s been fucking around with it and tuning it up.--- Gee I wonder if this guy’s been fucking the hotel hookers as well, like those guys on my crew ? --- What kind of drugs is that guy on ?? --- Why did they put me with this guy ? --- Are they have the ‘mob’ goons toss my ass off the roof of the Hilton ?? Was he put somewhere during the summer and if so was he brainwashed --- I always suspected that I was being drugged & somehow brainwashed therein Mount Shasta motel all that time I spent there in July through August '78 --- when they murdered that cop I knew In Northern California. --- This other painter in exile only further coirroborates my findings and suspicions that I'm somehow being set-up at the Hilton.

As we were working in some rather large Penthouse like suites near the top of the top floor of the Hilton all alone ---- I could only surmise that I was transferred there in order to interact with this other paInter in exile --- and perhaps tip my hand as what I had also discovered, or possibly already knew up to that time on March 23, 1979 --- Being alone up there with that 'Spaced Out' looking paimter , so close to quitting time and the weekend and all ---- I decided that I better not get too inquisitive ---- at least not yet, and for sure not there at the Portland Hilton ---- so I just played it cool and went on about the work that I had been assigned to for the afternoon.

 

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Back To 'The Pad' In West Slope After A Scary Ass Work Day ---My Return To Portland That Night To 'Score' Some Whisky At The State Liquor Store --- As I Start Quizzing Girlfreind Over V.O. & 7's At Washington Park --- Intruders Approach, Prompts A Run For The Car, And Retreat Back Home ---

 

Quizzing My Girlfriend Over V.O. & 7's after Dark in Washington Park --- Fast Appraoching Intruders In The Dark From Two Directions Kill Cocktail time --- A Run For The Car & Back at 'The Pad' In Westslope End of the work week at the Portland Hilton approx. 2:30 pm --- Returning home back to my apartment in Westslope by about 3:00 or so that March 23rd 1979 --- post traumatic like relief back home in Westslope --- After That 'Spooky' 'Freaky-Friday' of being fearfull of being murdered at any second, all through my workday at the Hilton

The Whisky Seems To Clear My Head Back Home At Westslope ---As I Start To Reconcile Perplexing And Near Fatal Events At The Portland Hilton The Day Before --- Events Incredibly Bizarre, With The L.A. Sheriff's Detective I Knew As A Police Science Course Instructor Back In '71 From My Past Where I Work --- Post Traumatic Stress, Nervous Exhaustion & Whisky Knock Me Out For The Night

--- As I recovered from shock and near disbelief at having almost been murdered there the day before --- by of all people --- An L.A. Sheriff's Detective I hadn't seen in eight years earlier, a 1000 miles away, back in that smoggy corner of L.A. County, I then called home in 1971 --- I decided that I should have a drink or two or maybe three.

As I only had a couple of beers on hand, alon g with a little 'weed' and some ' Camel Lights' ---- I decide to get some V.O. Whisky to help clear my head of all of the fear & confusion --- or rather fear and certainty ---- certainty that unless I can figure out what's up at the Portland Hilton --- and somehow devise a way out of it --- I'm a fucking dead man.

Besides as bar, the only place one could buy hard liquor in Portland Back March 1979 --- was thereat an Oregon State Liquor Store --- all of which curiously resembled a cross between a Department of Motor Vehicles ---- and one of those stores one used to see lines of people waiting buy food in the 60's Soviet Union or some other East Bloc communist nation there on the TV news --- The nearest Liquor Store being back in downtown Portland, only blocks away from the Portland Hilton where I worked.

A quick trip to a little market for some Seven-Up, Plastic Cocktail glasses ---- As I wanted Kendra to drink a little as well, therein hopes that the alcohol might act on her conscience, and thereby loosening her tongue as well ---- whereby we might just have us little chat all about the way her 16 year-old cousin reportedly 'flipped-out' on 'Magic Mushrooms' ---- was sent over to the 'psycho-ward' at Portland's Providence Hospital --- where he suddenly commits suicide --- only weeks, if not days before his scheduled release. --- Then there was also all that weird shit at the Vinton Film Expo that I also wanted to ask Kendra about.

As I figured my apartment in Westslope was most certainly 'wired for sound' and who knows what else ? --- and the rose garden side of Washington Park was so close and all --- I decided that I would go there to have cocktails --- and hopefully some informative conversation with girlfreind --- bearing in mind all the time that I might the assistance of the this teen aged girl I don't trust, but who I play dumb with and screw every night --- so I can't come off like I'm suspicious of her, or at least not quite as suspicious of her as she might already think

Things were starting to proceed rather nicely as I sipped on my second V.O. & 7 and was gently playing Kendra along, and acting in a manner that just might evoke some sympathy ---- and thus some usefull information from her. --- Low and behold the evil bitch was starting to loosen up a bit too.

Being the eternally vigilent and wary it was there in the dimly street lit night --- I then noticed that we had two individuals, both men approaching from two different directions one from the south along the rows of rose bushs --- the other from the street near where our car was parked --- as these guys loked like they meant business --- grabbed our bottles and stuff and we both beat a hasty retreat from the edge of park, and back to the car, where we arrived back in Westslope at about 9:30 pm.

Once home, I tried to stay up a bit longer, but as I was so psychologically, emotionally and physically fatigued from the events of the last two days --- the V.O. whisky acted like a sedative and I actually got some sleep that Friday night, March 23rd 1979.

 

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