Ah, to be a world-famous Grammy Award-winning pop star with oodles of cash and millions of adoring fans. And all at the fetal age of 18. There is literally zero downside. Except, you know, constantly mounting pressure, the intense self-criticism, the yes-man sycophants, and, a classic, stalkers. Unfortunately, Billie Eilish recently had to deal with that last one.
Billie says the 24-year-old trespasser started showing up last Monday, ringing the doorbell, and through the Ring camera, her father asked Rousseau if he could help him. Rousseau responded, “I think I might have the wrong house, but does Billie Eilish live here?”
Billie says he returned at 9 PM and exhibited “erratic behavior.” She says, “While we waited for security, Mr. Rousseau remained on our porch, sat down and began to read a book, while also continuing to engage in a periodic monologue. My father repeatedly asked him to leave, but he refused …”
Security shooed him away, but he returned a little while later and laid down behind a wall, ready to spend the night.
And Prenell wasn’t done yet. He showed up the next day and actually tried opening the door (deadbolt that shit, Billie!). And kept returning, over and over, a total of seven times. He wore a face mask only two of those times, and touched the doorbell and doorknob without gloves (bleach that shit, Billie!).
The cops soon got involved:
Rousseau was actually taken into custody twice this week, but cops told Billie there was really nothing they could do because trespassing is a non-violent offense and they’re trying to keep non-violent offenders out of jail due to the spread of COVID-19.
As for Prenell, the police put him on a bus back to New York, where he’s from. The next hearing regarding the restraining order is June 1st. Hopefully he can Zoom in, and keep his ass a full 3000 miles away from Billie.
Prenell obviously seems very troubled. One might even go so far as to say he’s a… BAD GUY. Teeheehee, get it? Because Billie has a song that’s called that! It’s a reference, people, and okay, okay, I’ll see myself out.