Ok, I have to come clean.

It's been a month now, I got a good mp3 recorder and I got one of those headphone double-jack things, as well as working out how to get two microphones plugged in to work simultaneously.

A week and a half ago I made the call and the number was disconnected.

I know how lame this sounds and I'm really sorry. This totally undermines my credibility on a story that is mostly grounded on my paranoia. I need you all to understand that if it weren't for my paranoia then this story wouldn't exist, and that it isn't closed off yet. I still have a new lead.

If someone were to walk past shitrags block right now they would see that it is currently up for sale.

I'm going to call up and ask them about the shitrags, but I can't help but feel that I'll just be harrassing some salesperson that doesn't know anything about it.

I'll still try, for all of you. I've just been a bit busy and sheepish about things. I hope you understand.

I have read through my ealier posts and realised that I really haven't established who Johnny homeless is to anyone who hasn't spoken to me outside of this blog. I've also come to realise that most of the earlier moments have passed and I should just talk about who johnny homeless is now.

I've seen him all over that block lately, walking in and out of that small shed. He stinks like shitrags. There was one point a month or so ago that I was chasing this fucker all over sydney. It was like some sort of personal mission. I can get why I was so paranoid at the time.

Johnny homeless is playing a similar game with me.

Johnny homeless isn't homeless. He lives in shitrag shed and as far as I can tell he shits and pisses into a bucket, which then gets dumped in his wheelie bin.

Johnny homeless is selling his shitrag shed. I have no idea how to approach him and ask how he got to be owning a half-million dollar site and living how he does. I don't know if even I can deal with whatever his answers may be.

Up until now I've tried to post pictures etc, but now I feel a bit guilty. If you want to buy shitrag shed (and own a prime development site about 2 minutes walk from central station), let me know but I don't want to post the sign. I've still got photos for people that want to believe, but please, don't demand shit like that unless you want to help johnny homeless out.

He's a scary fucker who needs an even break. He knows me, we have a solemn moment of eye contact on most mornings. He knew I was watching him and he took me on a wild goose chase. I wouldn't have a leg to stand on if I tried to confront him about it.