"Part 5"

 

I am now out of work, with a new mortgage. I think about trying to get out of this new debt, but then where would I go? I can't go to my mother’s house, and my aunts house is not a pleasant place at all.

 

My mother lives on the same property that is owned and is beside, my sister's and her family. I just filed charges against her son for aggravated assault.

 

I get the unemployment money from the government. It is half of the average pay that you had made over the past three years. It was not a lot but it did help. This lasted for only 6 months.

 

I try and find another job. I send out many resumes franticly each week day. In total I send out approximately 1500. I never get one response. It was not my lack of skills, or experience. The country was in shock due to the September 11 attacks. No one was hiring anyone new, just waiting out the financial storm.

 

I am able to enjoy my son at this time in my new house. Waiting for him at the school bus stop everyday, and such. Trying to find him a puppy, that never worked out.

 

I am out of money. I know soon they will turn the electricity off. I give my son to my mother, a place I can not visit. I move into my truck, modifying it to add a TV, and a X-Box.

 

I am now try to find any labor job I can. Before I was using my college credentials, this time I was not. Many rejections latter I find one at a super mart in produce, (vegetables). I am not fully recovered form my accident, and depression is heavy on me. I find it hard to lift the 28 kilogram boxes of produce above my head. Within the first 90 days of employment. The company to reject the employment offer.

 

I lose this job. I get my last paycheck which was a little less than 100 dollars. I am distraught, I go to an old 'friend's' house. All I wanted was a bed and a shower. In this time I had been washing with cold water in a abandoned areas.

 

This man was considered a pastor, as he had retained a degree from a bible college. I tell you this, he was a devil, and idolater in the worst way. I never agreed with his way of life. To me his life mocked The Lord's Name, but he had always thought of me as a close friend. I was always kind to him, helping him when I could throughout the 20 years that I had knew him.

 

I see him at his house, just after dark. I explain to him what had happened, and ask if I could stay just one night. He tells me he had to go somewhere and would be gone all night. So he says, No, I could not stay. I ask again, I do not know why, 'If I could at least sleep on his back pouch outside'. He reductively agrees. This is another blow to my faith in humanity.

 

The next morning, early he arrives, as I am getting ready to leave. He offers to pay for three days in a motel for me. He must have felt guilty for his lack of mercy towards me.

 

This motel today, has long since been closed down by the city. It was full of prostitution and illegal drug distribution, just a den of thieves. He knew it was the absolute lowest cost anywhere. A low cost way to satisfy the guilt of turning away an old 'friend'.

 

Just before losing my house, contacted the state to request the child support owe to me by my former wife. This was arranged at the divorce trial, which she wisely did not attend. For 5 years I did not care to collect the money, I just wanted my son. The next day, after staying in this motel room only one night, I have my first court appointment. This court appointment, was to arrange a judgment and law enforcement because of her never paying what the court had decreed her to pay.

 

I have very little money left of my last paycheck. As I am walking into a McDonnell's for breakfast, I see a man standing under a bridge in a drainage ditch. He is shivering. It was very cold the night before. I knew he was homeless. I walk carefully down the drainage ditch embankment, as I am not fully healed from my spinal injury.

 

I say to him "You hungry, I'm buying" After breakfast I tell him, I too was homeless living in my truck. His name was Robert. I have an extra sleeping bag, that I give to him, then just leave.

 

Motel room night number 2. That night in the motel room, I think that Robert would also enjoy a shower. I know I did. So the next day I return to where I had seen him. I see a path and follow it. It leads to a camp, a very messy camp. I see no one there. I did not touch anything in the camp. As I am walking back along the path, a boy of 18 or 19 is walking up to this camp.

 

I ask this boy if he knew Robert? Just then a see him walking up behind the boy. I tell them I have a motel room for one more night and they where welcome to share it, for a shower and get out of the cold.

 

That night we discuss our mutual problem of homelessness, and the assets we each had. The boy tells me he had a recreational house trailer, given to him by his late grandfather. This trailer was at his parent’s house. I didn’t think why? If he had such a thing at his parent’s house and was still welcome there, why was he living in these woods?

 

We agree that I would pull the trailer with my truck, but I explain we would need gas money.

 

I had put all my belonging in a storage building. I tell them I had electronic devises we could sell to help us get started. Once we were at the storage building, I see the true colors of this boy. He is a thief, by his actions there. The situation turns ugly. I have a loaded gun hidden in the storage room. I pull it out, when the boy threatened me. I had placed my X-Box game console in the trailer already. I intended to make this arrangement work. I tell them, I will take them back to that house and retrieve my property. He is still the thief, and I have to deal with him as one. I get my property back after some choice actions.

 

Ok now, there is a lot on mind. I just lost a bad job. Treated like a vagabond by a man I knew for 20 years. Then had to fight a thief, that I was trying to help. I think Humanity, what's it good for?

 

The get a bottle of whiskey with my last 10 dollars. Its late around midnight and I am heading to the parking lot where I normally park and sleep. I had taken only three swallows form the bottle I had bought. No where near drunk. I enter a two lane road way, its clear. I looked closely before entering it. Just as I get in the right lane. In my rear view mirror I see two small trucks come over the top of a hill behind me. They are going about 175 kph, and are going to hit me. The legal speed limit here is 64kph.

 

I swerve and hit the curb, my truck flips upside down. Crushing the passenger side roof. If anyone had been sitting there they would be dead. The police show up and see the bottle, grab me and take me to jail.

 

So you know and will learn latter in this story, of how corrupt the police are here. They need no proof and if they don't have proof, they make it. They do anything they want. The only thing that stops them is money, something I no longer have.

 

30 days in jail number DWI-2.

 

© Copyright Midnight, Its Almost. All Rights Reserved.

 

"Part 5"

 

I am now out of work, with a new mortgage. I think about trying to get out of this new debt, but then where would I go? I can't go to my mother’s house, and my aunts house is not a pleasant place at all.

 

My mother lives on the same property that is owned and is beside, my sister's and her family. I just filed charges against her son for aggravated assault.

 

I get the unemployment money from the government. It is half of the average pay that you had made over the past three years. It was not a lot but it did help. This lasted for only 6 months.

 

I try and find another job. I send out many resumes franticly each week day. In total I send out approximately 1500. I never get one response. It was not my lack of skills, or experience. The country was in shock due to the September 11 attacks. No one was hiring anyone new, just waiting out the financial storm.

 

I am able to enjoy my son at this time in my new house. Waiting for him at the school bus stop everyday, and such. Trying to find him a puppy, that never worked out.

 

I am out of money. I know soon they will turn the electricity off. I give my son to my mother, a place I can not visit. I move into my truck, modifying it to add a TV, and a X-Box.

 

I am now try to find any labor job I can. Before I was using my college credentials, this time I was not. Many rejections latter I find one at a super mart in produce, (vegetables). I am not fully recovered form my accident, and depression is heavy on me. I find it hard to lift the 28 kilogram boxes of produce above my head. Within the first 90 days of employment. The company to reject the employment offer.

 

I lose this job. I get my last paycheck which was a little less than 100 dollars. I am distraught, I go to an old 'friend's' house. All I wanted was a bed and a shower. In this time I had been washing with cold water in a abandoned areas.

 

This man was considered a pastor, as he had retained a degree from a bible college. I tell you this, he was a devil, and idolater in the worst way. I never agreed with his way of life. To me his life mocked The Lord's Name, but he had always thought of me as a close friend. I was always kind to him, helping him when I could throughout the 20 years that I had knew him.

 

I see him at his house, just after dark. I explain to him what had happened, and ask if I could stay just one night. He tells me he had to go somewhere and would be gone all night. So he says, No, I could not stay. I ask again, I do not know why, 'If I could at least sleep on his back pouch outside'. He reductively agrees. This is another blow to my faith in humanity.

 

The next morning, early he arrives, as I am getting ready to leave. He offers to pay for three days in a motel for me. He must have felt guilty for his lack of mercy towards me.

 

This motel today, has long since been closed down by the city. It was full of prostitution and illegal drug distribution, just a den of thieves. He knew it was the absolute lowest cost anywhere. A low cost way to satisfy the guilt of turning away an old 'friend'.

 

Just before losing my house, contacted the state to request the child support owe to me by my former wife. This was arranged at the divorce trial, which she wisely did not attend. For 5 years I did not care to collect the money, I just wanted my son. The next day, after staying in this motel room only one night, I have my first court appointment. This court appointment, was to arrange a judgment and law enforcement because of her never paying what the court had decreed her to pay.

 

I have very little money left of my last paycheck. As I am walking into a McDonnell's for breakfast, I see a man standing under a bridge in a drainage ditch. He is shivering. It was very cold the night before. I knew he was homeless. I walk carefully down the drainage ditch embankment, as I am not fully healed from my spinal injury.

 

I say to him "You hungry, I'm buying" After breakfast I tell him, I too was homeless living in my truck. His name was Robert. I have an extra sleeping bag, that I give to him, then just leave.

 

Motel room night number 2. That night in the motel room, I think that Robert would also enjoy a shower. I know I did. So the next day I return to where I had seen him. I see a path and follow it. It leads to a camp, a very messy camp. I see no one there. I did not touch anything in the camp. As I am walking back along the path, a boy of 18 or 19 is walking up to this camp.

 

I ask this boy if he knew Robert? Just then a see him walking up behind the boy. I tell them I have a motel room for one more night and they where welcome to share it, for a shower and get out of the cold.

 

That night we discuss our mutual problem of homelessness, and the assets we each had. The boy tells me he had a recreational house trailer, given to him by his late grandfather. This trailer was at his parent’s house. I didn’t think why? If he had such a thing at his parent’s house and was still welcome there, why was he living in these woods?

 

We agree that I would pull the trailer with my truck, but I explain we would need gas money.

 

I had put all my belonging in a storage building. I tell them I had electronic devises we could sell to help us get started. Once we were at the storage building, I see the true colors of this boy. He is a thief, by his actions there. The situation turns ugly. I have a loaded gun hidden in the storage room. I pull it out, when the boy threatened me. I had placed my X-Box game console in the trailer already. I intended to make this arrangement work. I tell them, I will take them back to that house and retrieve my property. He is still the thief, and I have to deal with him as one. I get my property back after some choice actions.

 

Ok now, there is a lot on mind. I just lost a bad job. Treated like a vagabond by a man I knew for 20 years. Then had to fight a thief, that I was trying to help. I think Humanity, what's it good for?

 

The get a bottle of whiskey with my last 10 dollars. Its late around midnight and I am heading to the parking lot where I normally park and sleep. I had taken only three swallows form the bottle I had bought. No where near drunk. I enter a two lane road way, its clear. I looked closely before entering it. Just as I get in the right lane. In my rear view mirror I see two small trucks come over the top of a hill behind me. They are going about 175 kph, and are going to hit me. The legal speed limit here is 64kph.

 

I swerve and hit the curb, my truck flips upside down. Crushing the passenger side roof. If anyone had been sitting there they would be dead. The police show up and see the bottle, grab me and take me to jail.

 

So you know and will learn latter in this story, of how corrupt the police are here. They need no proof and if they don't have proof, they make it. They do anything they want. The only thing that stops them is money, something I no longer have.

 

30 days in jail number DWI-2.

 

 

"Part 5"

 

I am now out of work, with a new mortgage. I think about trying to get out of this new debt, but then where would I go? I can't go to my mother’s house, and my aunts house is not a pleasant place at all.

 

My mother lives on the same property that is owned and is beside, my sister's and her family. I just filed charges against her son for aggravated assault.

 

I get the unemployment money from the government. It is half of the average pay that you had made over the past three years. It was not a lot but it did help. This lasted for only 6 months.

 

I try and find another job. I send out many resumes franticly each week day. In total I send out approximately 1500. I never get one response. It was not my lack of skills, or experience. The country was in shock due to the September 11 attacks. No one was hiring anyone new, just waiting out the financial storm.

 

I am able to enjoy my son at this time in my new house. Waiting for him at the school bus stop everyday, and such. Trying to find him a puppy, that never worked out.

 

I am out of money. I know soon they will turn the electricity off. I give my son to my mother, a place I can not visit. I move into my truck, modifying it to add a TV, and a X-Box.

 

I am now try to find any labor job I can. Before I was using my college credentials, this time I was not. Many rejections latter I find one at a super mart in produce, (vegetables). I am not fully recovered form my accident, and depression is heavy on me. I find it hard to lift the 28 kilogram boxes of produce above my head. Within the first 90 days of employment. The company to reject the employment offer.

 

I lose this job. I get my last paycheck which was a little less than 100 dollars. I am distraught, I go to an old 'friend's' house. All I wanted was a bed and a shower. In this time I had been washing with cold water in a abandoned areas.

 

This man was considered a pastor, as he had retained a degree from a bible college. I tell you this, he was a devil, and idolater in the worst way. I never agreed with his way of life. To me his life mocked The Lord's Name, but he had always thought of me as a close friend. I was always kind to him, helping him when I could throughout the 20 years that I had knew him.

 

I see him at his house, just after dark. I explain to him what had happened, and ask if I could stay just one night. He tells me he had to go somewhere and would be gone all night. So he says, No, I could not stay. I ask again, I do not know why, 'If I could at least sleep on his back pouch outside'. He reductively agrees. This is another blow to my faith in humanity.

 

The next morning, early he arrives, as I am getting ready to leave. He offers to pay for three days in a motel for me. He must have felt guilty for his lack of mercy towards me.

 

This motel today, has long since been closed down by the city. It was full of prostitution and illegal drug distribution, just a den of thieves. He knew it was the absolute lowest cost anywhere. A low cost way to satisfy the guilt of turning away an old 'friend'.

 

Just before losing my house, contacted the state to request the child support owe to me by my former wife. This was arranged at the divorce trial, which she wisely did not attend. For 5 years I did not care to collect the money, I just wanted my son. The next day, after staying in this motel room only one night, I have my first court appointment. This court appointment, was to arrange a judgment and law enforcement because of her never paying what the court had decreed her to pay.

 

I have very little money left of my last paycheck. As I am walking into a McDonnell's for breakfast, I see a man standing under a bridge in a drainage ditch. He is shivering. It was very cold the night before. I knew he was homeless. I walk carefully down the drainage ditch embankment, as I am not fully healed from my spinal injury.

 

I say to him "You hungry, I'm buying" After breakfast I tell him, I too was homeless living in my truck. His name was Robert. I have an extra sleeping bag, that I give to him, then just leave.

 

Motel room night number 2. That night in the motel room, I think that Robert would also enjoy a shower. I know I did. So the next day I return to where I had seen him. I see a path and follow it. It leads to a camp, a very messy camp. I see no one there. I did not touch anything in the camp. As I am walking back along the path, a boy of 18 or 19 is walking up to this camp.

 

I ask this boy if he knew Robert? Just then a see him walking up behind the boy. I tell them I have a motel room for one more night and they where welcome to share it, for a shower and get out of the cold.

 

That night we discuss our mutual problem of homelessness, and the assets we each had. The boy tells me he had a recreational house trailer, given to him by his late grandfather. This trailer was at his parent’s house. I didn’t think why? If he had such a thing at his parent’s house and was still welcome there, why was he living in these woods?

 

We agree that I would pull the trailer with my truck, but I explain we would need gas money.

 

I had put all my belonging in a storage building. I tell them I had electronic devises we could sell to help us get started. Once we were at the storage building, I see the true colors of this boy. He is a thief, by his actions there. The situation turns ugly. I have a loaded gun hidden in the storage room. I pull it out, when the boy threatened me. I had placed my X-Box game console in the trailer already. I intended to make this arrangement work. I tell them, I will take them back to that house and retrieve my property. He is still the thief, and I have to deal with him as one. I get my property back after some choice actions.

 

Ok now, there is a lot on mind. I just lost a bad job. Treated like a vagabond by a man I knew for 20 years. Then had to fight a thief, that I was trying to help. I think Humanity, what's it good for?

 

The get a bottle of whiskey with my last 10 dollars. Its late around midnight and I am heading to the parking lot where I normally park and sleep. I had taken only three swallows form the bottle I had bought. No where near drunk. I enter a two lane road way, its clear. I looked closely before entering it. Just as I get in the right lane. In my rear view mirror I see two small trucks come over the top of a hill behind me. They are going about 175 kph, and are going to hit me. The legal speed limit here is 64kph.

 

I swerve and hit the curb, my truck flips upside down. Crushing the passenger side roof. If anyone had been sitting there they would be dead. The police show up and see the bottle, grab me and take me to jail.

 

So you know and will learn latter in this story, of how corrupt the police are here. They need no proof and if they don't have proof, they make it. They do anything they want. The only thing that stops them is money, something I no longer have.

 

30 days in jail number DWI-2.

 

© Copyright Midnight, Its Almost. All Rights Reserved.