There were months at a time that Jerry and I would talk or text each other every single day. I can’t count the number of times he would tell me that he did not understand why the Lancaster City Police Detectives were given a paycheck because they were incapable of solving murders. He often covered the unsolved murders in the city as did I. There is no question he had and has an incredible nose for news.
I got very ill in mid-March. After two weeks of feeling sicker than I ever had in my life, I took an ambulance to the hospital. They lost my phone and I was too weak to use my computer. I barely spoke to anyone. I slept. I moved to a rehab facility eight days later and I honestly don’t remember the month of April. I slept through it. A test at the hospital before I left confirmed Covid-19.
When I came home in May, “Must See Pics an Vids” was gone and “Staywoke717” had taken its place. Jerry built it up quickly to over four thousand followers but he had changed. He was now in total support of the police. He demanded that people post their hands in prayer and “pray for the community.” He threatened to go home to Manheim and play his X-box repeatedly instead of going live to cover crime and accident scenes. And while he had always been narcissistic and had trouble with the truth, it got far worse.
When he went on his weeklong homeless spell to provide water and ice pops and asked for the public to cashapp him money I said, “No!” I know Jerry and money and he loves the stuff. He loves to show it off. He is also extremely cheap and when I mentioned that he owes me $500 from years ago he went off. And one of his most absurd lines he repeated over and over again was that “Obama phones” were not meant for “googling” Jerry.
And there’s a reason he didn’t want to be googled and suddenly members of the community became very upset. There was, of course, what is pictured at left. And he was live-streaming from McDonald’s parking lots with a huge, stuffed koala in his back seat and other “toys.”
To be completed briefly tomorrow.
[Editor’s note: When I came home from the rehab facility, I resumed a fairly normal life. I could drive, cook and shop, do wash and clean, etc. In the last two weeks I have had a setback of sorts and those items are very difficult for me now. I go in for testing tomorrow. Please be patient. Thank you.]
* At the end of February of this year, Jerry Puryear’s Facebook page “Must See Pics an Vids” was under attack. My stalkers, Steven Markle (under the name Curtis Martino) and Richard Musser (who recently approached Puryear in a WAWA parking lot), were also after him. They started a fake page and reported him constantly to Facebook to try and shut him down. Puryear had over eight thousand “followers” and assured them he would remain open (see the video below). That did not happen.
HE LOST TOUCH WITH REALITY
He has begun already this morning. He is telling 14 people on Facebook live how to poison abusive husbands. Go to Walmart and buy rat poison and mix it with a big batch of spaghetti and feed it to him. I’m serious.
I went into the hospital with Covid-19 on March 27. When I came out of rehab two months later, Jerry Puryear was a different person than I had known for 10 years. What happened?
Please check back later today and after this, I will move to serious news.