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After five hours of waiting, checking up every hour, the Inwood police finally called me back to say this: there is no one named Michael Fisher living at that address. They spoke to a 'spanish family'. Nevermind that Michael is Dominican, and all his neighbors speak spanish. The police would not tell me the name of the family, if there was a dog barking (michael's dog wyatt barks when someone comes near their end of the building) or if there was an SPCA sticker on the door.
i know michael fisher is my boyfriend because i have seen his driver's license. i know he lives at that address. it is therefore unlikely that the police went to the correct address, unless somebody has murdered michael and his mother and stolen the apartment.
my godfather will go next, he will get the address right and he will get shit done. he's very good at that.
i think i broke a blood vessel in my eye from crying- is that possible? i am still a wreck. i think i will never see michael again.
i know michael fisher is my boyfriend because i have seen his driver's license. i know he lives at that address. it is therefore unlikely that the police went to the correct address, unless somebody has murdered michael and his mother and stolen the apartment.
my godfather will go next, he will get the address right and he will get shit done. he's very good at that.
i think i broke a blood vessel in my eye from crying- is that possible? i am still a wreck. i think i will never see michael again.