U.S. Search; Officially on My Hit List

If anyone has information regarding the person who has been tracking my every move at U.S. Search, I will offer a large reward.  Of your choice:

1. An all-day excursion to Great Adventure.

2.  A free therapy session to one of Manhattan's top pet therapists.

3. A water taxi ride around the Hudson.

I plan on holding this person for ransom until he or she decides this "lets-follow-Kali-game" is no longer funny. 

It happened like this:

I have a friend who is in AA and she's telling me that she's at Step Four; Apologies.  Or something like that.  Let's just say she has to make amends with the very worst of them.  So it made me think of those who I may owe an apology to.  I thought of my dentist.  The cashier at Pioneer Supermarket. And Pam Bogart.  A straight girl I tried kissing when we were both waiting tables at a Seafood Restaurant.  We used to work the lunch and Early Bird shift. It was near the soda gun.  It was one of those ADD "why-did-I-just-do-that?" Moments.

I tried  Googling her.  No luck.

LinkedIn.  No luck.

 

White Pages.  Not the Pam I'm looking for.

And then I found this:

WHO THE HELL ARE THESE PEOPLE AND HOW COME THEY HAVE FOLLOWED ME TO THE 23 ADDRESSES THAT I HAVE LIVED AT? WHY ARE THEY MAKING THIS INFO PUBLIC? 

I never thought I would say this.  Or even think this?  But I am officially speechless.
Over the next couple of weeks, this blog is going to start looking like Fight Club.

This is about to get nasty.