October 22, 2014: the first day of Diwali, the Festival of Lights. Early that morning, I performed Kali Puja for the first time at home.
Once puja was completed, I went live on the air at Mixlr.com and began my podcast. I wasn't on the air long before there was a knock at my door. It was one of the property managers and a couple of maintenance men. The property manager, a young black man, wanted to inspect my apartment, without prior notice.
I balked at the suggestion. It was an unscheduled visit and I paused my programming just to answer the door. To any radio personality on the air, time is of the essence. I explained to him that I was disabled, and I was in the middle of my vocational rehab.
The property manager then told me, "I couldn't care less about your vocational rehab, and if you don't like my behavior, you can feel free to move someplace else." As of that moment, because of his insult, that individual was Belial: worthless.
The surveillance cameras were running and he was on-camera in the hallway, but I was not. I looked over at the maintenance men. I could tell they were disgusted by what they'd just heard. I turned back to Belial and said, "Don't come back to my door with that loser mentality."
Belial insisted that he be allowed to continue his inspection. I let him. I watched him walk past my artifacts on the wall until he stopped in front of a religious artifact that was hanging from my wall.
He then asked me if he could look in my closets. I refused and told him to leave. Before Belial stepped through the threshold into the hallway and back on-camera he said, "I can come up in here anytime I like, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."