Wednesday, March 11, 2026
APPLEBEE'S IN GULFPORT APRIL 2024DURING PLAYOFFS YOU CAME TO MY JOB
Repost from 4/23/25
Title: A Family Affair: When the NBA Turns "Stalking" into "Personal Theater"
Last year around this time, life in Gulfport, Mississippi took a strange turn. From April through July 2024, I found myself being subtly yet unmistakably followed by Scottie Pippen once again, he came to my job!!!
Yes, that NBA. The same organization that often claims to “know nothing” had shadows tracking my every move, like I was suddenly part of a reality show I never signed up for.
It became more than coincidental. During the NBA Finals on June 16, 2025, things escalated. One of the family members yes, a relative showed up at my job. As if that wasn’t invasive enough, my supervisor casually dropped a bomb: “Oh, I know the whole team in Memphis.” Well, that explains a lot.
For those watching closely (and apparently many are watching), it’s obvious this isn’t some isolated moment. This has become entertainment to them—NBA players, their families, even the Wives of Miami. They laugh, narrate, and repurpose my life into material, forgetting the very real implications of obsessive stalking.
And let’s not forget: this is all happening without my permission. I didn’t ask for this spotlight. I’m simply existing and somehow, that’s enough to warrant surveillance-level attention.
It’s wild to consider, but true: I’ve become the unwelcome centerpiece of their twisted game.
The patterns are undeniable. Every game, I can feel the eyes. Whether it's the friends, the fans, or the families someone’s watching, recording, commenting. It’s not paranoia if it’s factual.
And this post? It’s not for me. I’ve come to terms with their obsession. This is for you the outsider. The person still trying to connect the dots.
Let me help draw the lines. Even the judge knows something suspicious: originally, I asked for a two-week extension... they were granted six. Think about that.
To be clear, I’ve never been a fan of Lisa. Never will be. I don’t engage with junkies—past, present, or future. This latest incident just piles onto a well-documented history of stalking involving this family.
And the funniest part? They narrate their moves. Literally. If you listen close enough, you’ll catch it how they follow, how they twist, how they joke.
Oh, and let’s clear the air on one last rumor: Scottie’s biggest insecurity has always been that I don’t date Black men.
Wild, right? Fans also love to assume I was ever attending Bulls games for Pippen. Not true. If I was in the building, I walked in with Michael Jordan. Period.
And yes I did catch last night’s game. The highlight moment? Go to 3:45 in the video linked here.
You’ll hear it for yourself:
“Get his star player a greeter here…” Whew. Too funny. That line alone is proof they’re still at it.
At the end of the day, this is bigger than basketball. It’s about personal space, respect, and knowing when a “game” crosses the line into obsession.
Thanks for reading. Keep your eyes open sometimes the court spills out into real life.
Tuesday, March 10, 2026
GRAND RISING... UNAVAILABLE FOR APPEARANCES UNTIL APRIL #SORRY
My Mind Needs Time to Process
The first time I ever laid eyes on Jesse Jr., he was snug in his mother’s arms. Jackie was wearing a black suit with white trim. I’m not sure what caught his attention, but Jesse looked up and peered directly into my eyes. Debbie laughed and said, “That’s going to be your husband one day.”
To this day, I still laugh when I think about that moment until the day he made that very same statement from the podium at his father’s funeral. In that instant, memories started racing through my mind.
First, I thought about Kamala’s visit and his notable absence. Then my mind jumped to my run for Alderman. And just as quickly, everything stopped at the memory of Devonte’s murder. Some moments in life never really leave you they simply wait quietly in the background until something calls them forward again.
Right now, I am finally regaining my financial stability. I am moving forward with plans for my business and rebuilding the life I’ve been working toward. I’ve learned that I’m not interested in being seen just for the sake of being on camera. I deserve quality, not quantity substance, not spectacle.
Looking back, I’m thankful I did not return. There were simply too many open wounds that needed time and space to heal.
So if you will kindly excuse me, I have to be about my Father’s business.
I’ll close with this: regardless of how anyone feels, Jesse kindly asked that his father’s services not be made political. Yet somehow, even in a moment meant for respect and reflection, politics still found its way to the microphone. Moments like that remind us that people will often reveal exactly who they are, especially when the world is watching.
As for me, I’m choosing peace, purpose, and progress. And I would appreciate it if my name is kept out of conversations where it doesn’t belong.
Some questions in life remain unanswered, and some wounds take longer to heal. But one thing is certain: I’m focused on moving forward, standing in truth, and protecting what matters most.
Obama, don't play games with me...
Congressman Jesse Jackson's version of Happy Birthday ChevetteI am not marrying Jesse Jr #Period
Congressman Jesse Jackson Jr and his wife Sandi come to address the issues of useless VIOLENCE and SHOOTINGS in the 7th Ward. if you do not know this is "his way of saying Happy Birthday and I love you at the SAME time. EXCLUSIVE... Congressman Jesse Jackson Jr., Chevette A Valentine before my son was slain in the streets, fighting over the 7th Ward
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