|Note: This is the 2nd pic taken of John Hoff's roommate. |
Taken by Jim Watkins on Oct. 8, 2012 in North Minneapolis.
“Monday while I was away from home and having a late lunch with my attorney after giving a talk to some law students, the Evil Anti-Johnny blogger sent somebody to my house to snap a picture, and then the dude took off running down the alley like, well, there's just no other way to put it.Like a little bitch....”
His statement claiming I sent someone to his house to snap a picture is totally false. I know it is not true because, I was in the cities that week to attend a reunion and I wanted to go knock on Hoff’s door personally. Why? I will explain later in this post. To clarify, the person in the picture that Hoff’s roommate took while "I" was WALKING to the car was "ME." So much for my being afraid to visit
"Here's how the incident went down. My roommate--a mysterious man of many skills, who took good care of my house while I was in Afghanistan--was sawing some dead limbs and doing lawn care when he heard a voice."
"Hey, you," the voice said, or something like that. The voice was coming in an area beyond the back yard. My roommate didn't know if the voice was directed at him or not. He ignored it, but kept hearing somebody calling out. There was a guy in the alley, standing in a spot where my rear security camera can't see because, well, it doesn't look around the garage and way into the alley. I'll be fixing THAT in the near future, and the camera might look like anything; a rock, a thermometer, who knows.
Anyway, my roommate realized there was somebody standing near the garage. It was a white guy, not bad looking, maybe in his early 30s with dark hair and dark clothing. (I am really 42 but, THANK YOU)
"Is John Hoff here?" the guy asked. "Does John Hoff still live here?""Who are you?" my roommate asked."I'm a friend from
," the mysterious visitor said, in an amiable tone. But right away my roommate thought, "Oh, this would be somebody associated with that freak show Jim Watkins, the anti-johnny blogger whose felonious friend Thomas Balko is rotting in the Duluth federal pen and somehow Johnny Northside gets blamed for THAT," or words to that effect. Texas
"Who are you?" my roommate insisted, but the guy wasn't giving any answers. So my roommate finally said, "If you know John, give him a call." (Later my roommate told me, "I don't know all your friends and I didn't want to accidentally be rude to one of your friends.")
Standing just on the edge of my property, the visitor pulled out his cell phone like he was going to make a call. But then he extended the phone to take a picture. My roommate (the man of many dark skills) instinctively put up his hand to prevent his eyes from being photographed and "thwart any facial recognition software.""GET OFF THE PROPERTY!" my roommate shouted, still holding the very serious hand saw he'd been using on the tree limb moments before. The unwanted guest ran away and was all the way to the end of the alley before my roommate snapped a picture with his own cell phone, (see above) showing the dude running toward a black car."
I have said from the start of this blog that John Hoff AKA Johnny Northside sure does have a way of coming up with some crazy stuff and being the “Yellow journalist” that he is, his explanation of what happened is proof that he tends to make stories up as he goes. He makes me think of the game “Telephone” where people would sit in a circle and one person would whisper something into one of the other’s ear. Then that person would repeat what they heard to the next person and when it gets back to the first person, what they had said was twisted so far out of whack that most of the time what they said isn’t even close to what the last person was told. My point is that I think John Hoff is capable of playing that game all by himself. (sarcasm) Now back to the normal color text.
Anyway, here is what really took place:The roommate was maybe 5ft 10 and on the slender side and after seeing his 4-5 day unshaven face, I guessed him to be late 30’s to early 40’s but, I don’t want to insult him after he had said that I looked to be in my early 30’s. It was about 3:30 in the afternoon and since he was wearing dirty jeans and a hooded sweatshirt (and a jacket over that), it didn’t look like he was on his way to or from work. I thought to myself that he could pass as someone one might expect to see while out dumpster diving in the middle of the night. (sarcasm)
“Is John here?… Does he still live here?”
“Why don’t you just get out of here.”
I wanted to note that he did not “shout” at me nor did he even raise his voice at me.
When I was near the end of the alley I turned to see the roommate standing in the alley by Hoff’s garage and I walked back towards him to take another picture. I got the picture just before he stepped out of the alley and back into Hoff’s yard. I turned around again, got in the car and within a few minutes we were on the freeway headed to drop my friend off at his house. It was while we were driving that I sent the pic to John that he posted on his blog. Apparently he thought a mystery man sent it to me and I forwarded it to John but, I took the picture myself and I sent it to John.
“Man, that dude was BOOKING IT down that alley. You can't even make out the back of his head. He looks like a frightened ant.
A moment later I got an unsolicited text message from the evil Anti-Johnny from his cell phone, 214-734-5100, which a little digging shows to be associated with
1515 Rio Grande Dr., Plano, Texas. Some place called Brentdale Apartments.”
|John Hoff's roommate. Photo by Jim Watkins|