The Storm June 2, 2026 david
The Unit Next Door
Transcript the unit next door
David · 00:00:00
Okay, I feel like maybe I should explain myself for the level of snark tonight. Well, I'm selling my house in Conroe, finally. Closing the door on that chapter. BAM! We're selling it. We've got the contract set. We worked through some hurdles. We're selling the house and we're getting the fuck out of Conroe forever. Well, not forever because I got storage units there. Units. I had one, which I went to today with the remainder of the items that were in my garage from the house I'm selling. And so, you know, my son and I, we got up early. We drove our rental car because my vehicle's in the shop from being smashed. The window. The window smash up. You'll remember if you're paying attention. So we drove our rental car to the U-Haul place in Conroe and picked up a truck and trailer so I could move the things from my garage, the remainder, so we could complete the sale. And we worked hard and loaded everything up. My son is larger now than he used to be. He's stronger. He actually was very helpful today. I'm very thankful for his assistance. Proud of him. So we took the loaded up truck and trailer to the storage unit and we unlocked it and went inside and I noticed some things were moving around. And the first thing I thought was, God damn, these targeteers. They got to my storage unit. What did they do in here? Did they plant some evidence? I noticed, for example, I had a crossbow case. Yes, I own a crossbow. Like a hunting crossbow with a scope on it and such because I'm kind of redneck like that. And the bow was gone out of the case. Now imagine you rolled up to your storage unit and unlocked the padlock that you bought and put on it that didn't appear to be tampered with. And you lifted up the roll-up garage door style door and went in and found, you know, things moved around. Among all of the things that were moved around was your crossbow case had been opened up and the crossbow was gone. How to explain such a thing in the midst of a targeting campaign. So I went to the office and talked to the personnel there and they told me that they had had a break-in, but not just to my unit, which is why they didn't call me. Jesus. Uh, so I guess I'm here to warn all of you who might be selecting storage units. Don't ever select one where the back of the building that houses your items is actually part of the fencing because some clever persons who are primarily interested in the tools, because that's what was stolen out of my unit were in addition to the crossbow boxes of tools like battery powered tools and wrenches and screwdrivers and all my tools from my big garage. I used to have at the five acre place in Willis before I sold it and left in heartbreak to try and recover my life with the narcissist, narcissist number two, stupidly by anyways, these, these, these people were interested in the tools and a generator I had in there. They didn't take anything else. They didn't take the fishing rods. They didn't take the shotgun shells I had in there. My hunting stuff, for example, what they did is they took the back off of the building across like 30 units. They just, they went into the property next door and unscrewed the back of the building. The wall, the wall itself off and got into like 30 fucking units and the people in the office told me, well, it didn't look like anything was stolen from yours. I guess that tells you the state of organizational, you know, I, it was organized at the beginning, but all of this mess in my life has resulted in a mess everywhere. You should see my bedroom. It looks like a fucking mess. I make raw comments to the cameras. That I know are here watching me all the time about how this is a camping trip for me. This house I'm living in this rental house because it's not set up perfectly and I don't want to set it up perfectly because I'm just trying to get through this phase. So it feels like a camping trip at this point. It's like a camping trip where the ice is all melted and all the drinks are cold and the fish aren't biting anymore, but the mosquitoes are. And everyone's kind of fucking sick and tired of being here and waiting for when it's over. So sometimes I say to the cameras, Hey dad, is the camping trip over? Can we go home yet? Kind of funny, right? That's actually what my life is like right now while trying to manage a 15 person managed services firm and two family law squeeze play fucking situation. I'm like, let me know that. Well, not letting keyword online because I need to how and from day one we saw an angle left and I just took a ridiculous plot of the Situations with the court system. Anyways, anyways, I just thought I would come here and let you all know not to choose a facility where any of the storage units back wall is a part of the fence for the facility. I suppose it was a group of persons, who are interested in tools, Who knew how to use tools. can you any of you who are watching this guess who probably were the thieves i bet you all have somebody in mind did i plant that idea in your mind anyways i'm not trying to cast any shade on the facility this particular facility uh it's the third or fourth name you know owners of this facility um i've i've had uh storage units there for a long time unfortunately those of you who've gone through having storage units in any place for a long time you know what that means i i've uh at this place i've actually had storage units several cleaned them all out closed all my contracts and then had to come back again that should that should tell you about what my life has been like and honestly it's not been my choice it's been forced upon me if i was forced to defend that statement in court i could do it and will do so it's not me who's chosen this kind of instability it isn't i've lived my life in my adulthood in a way that is towards progressively more and more stable ground and it is those persons who have i've allowed to come in on my life that have been forced upon me and they've been forced upon me and they've been to my little ship who have rocked it in my opinion on purpose to destabilize me for their own reasons and motives probably financial probably due to organized financial interest in my life well anyways I just thought I would let you all in on this little vector that I didn't know about before and neither did the facility because as I was saying I've been a patron of this facility under their current name or the last owner or the last owner and it's never been flooded and it's never been broken into until now seven or eight years call it a decade but I guess this is something we all have to worry about now is your storage unit facility have any buildings where the back wall is a part of the fucking fence because thieves may go next door and take the goddamn wall down with battery powered drivers and just unscrew it and walk right in where there's no cameras because it's you know the property next door have a good evening
Transcript 01 commander material
David · 00:00:00
What? Are you surprised to hear me call myself a redneck? Who did you think you were dealing with when those pansy-ass narcissist bitches from my past lied about me? Did you think you were dealing with some city-liberal, pussified individual? No! I'm your redneck, fucking strategic, brilliant commander, you dumb motherfuckers who attacked me! I know exactly who you are. I know what you do around your campfires. I know what you do when you wake up in the morning. I know everything about you. Only I'm smarter than you, and twice as tenacious. That's who you fucking attacked, and someone who also understands the occult world. And thankfully has the backing of much more powerful entities than myself above me. That's who you are. That's who you are. That's why I spit at you. Because I'm rowdier than every last one of you motherfuckers who came up against me. Even if you might be a little bigger than me. That don't fucking matter to me at all. Because I'm tougher and meaner than every last fucking one of you.
Transcript 02 squished
David · 00:00:00
I ask you to consider what does that mean about that arrogant slut who spread rumors and lies about me. Do you think she was able to see me even through her own inflated ego? All she knows is vowels and how to cook fucking rice. And she fooled you all with her thighs. You dumb redneck motherfuckers. You thought you could overpower me with insect poison. You're a fucking worm and you're about to get fucking squished.
Day-of arc from the Conroe closing prep. David takes his son to a U-Haul in Conroe, loads the remainder of the garage out, and goes to the storage unit. The unit is disarranged. Padlock unbothered. The crossbow is gone from its case. Tools, drills, wrenches, screwdrivers, a generator: also gone. Fishing gear, shotgun shells, hunting kit: untouched. The first thought in the seconds before he reaches the office is the wrong one, and David walks past it on the ground: this turns out to be the row, not him. The whole back row of the building was hit because the back wall of the building IS the property-line fence. Thieves came in from the property next door, unscrewed the wall with battery drivers, and walked into about thirty units. The practical takeaway is the post: do not select a facility whose unit back wall doubles as the property-line fence.
The Conroe house is finally going under. The closing is set. The remainder of the garage needed to be out, so David and his son rented a U-Haul truck and trailer in Conroe — driving up in a rental car, because the personal vehicle is still in the shop from a couple of weeks ago — loaded the last of it, and drove to the storage unit at a facility David has been a patron of through several name changes. The padlock had not been tampered with. He lifted the roll-up door. The unit was disarranged. The crossbow was out of its case. Tools, battery-powered drills, wrenches, screwdrivers, a generator — gone. Fishing rods, shotgun shells, hunting kit — untouched. The first thought, in the seconds before he reached the office, was did they plant something — the targeting-shape question David has trained himself to ask of every disarranged space — and the honest answer is that he walked past it on the ground once the office told him the rest. The whole back row of the building had been hit. About thirty units. The way in was the row's vulnerability, not David's: the back wall of certain buildings IS the property-line fence. People came in from the property next door, unscrewed the wall with battery drivers, and walked unit to unit through a row that had no cameras on the cut. Tools yes, hunting kit no, fishing gear no, shotgun shells no — the selectivity that read as targeted at first glance is the same selectivity a crew that knows what fences (tools) and what does not (everything else in a hunter's storage unit) would pick on its own. The post is the practical takeaway for anyone in the audience selecting a storage facility going forward: do not pick a place whose unit back wall doubles as the property-line fence. That is the vector. The two short clips at the end are add-ons from after the main piece — let them sit where they sit.
