I moved out of my Bond Street apartment in Brooklyn for four months so that my landlord could refurbish. On January 6, 2009 I moved back in with my friend James. A week later, between two packed boxes we found this:
The note appears to say:
Let’s get rid of them.
We keep the $.
I have an idea.
Neither James nor I claims ownership or knowledge of the Creepy Mystery Note. We are both scam artists and artful dodgers so we agreed to submit writing samples to each other. We wrote samples with both hands, a little lesson we learned from Zodiac. Sadly, we don’t know and can’t afford a handwriting expert, but in our non-professional opinion, neither of us wrote the note.
Me (R), James (L).
We interviewed all “the friends” we had over the house in that first week, eight in total. They all denied scheming against James and I. Of course, actual schemers would say that. As usual, it’s hard to tell where the friends end and the back stabbing bastards begin.
Thinking back further, the guys who moved us in seemed like nice fellows but they very well could have been planning a robbery/murder. In fact, they were black and so is James and their on-site supervisor was white and so am I, so James and the movers (”US”) could have been hatching a “rob and kill whitey” scheme against me and the supervisor (”THEM”) but that’s probably a little unlikely. Even the KKK would have a hard time finding reasonable cause in that scenario.
I guess James and I will keep on living here on Bond Street in utter ignorance of what was already taken from us or just blithely awaiting the day when these mystery persons’ grand plot is sprung and we shake out heads and wonder how we didn’t see it coming.
Your thoughts and conspiracy theories would be appreciated.
My “friend” James. To be used as evidence in the event of my death/disappearance/dismemberment.