Dre Day

This is Andre Ewing. This is who Mike Bouchard is going to try and blame all his pimping woes on. When the truth is that the men running the prostitution ring are all White. The men running the Oakland County Sheriff's Department all are White. The women that they pimp out of the jail are a mix of shades, colors and nationalities. If you've read my book, know that the women in that book are not all Black women. Yet, the men running them are mostly White men. It's exactly the make up of the Oakland County workforce. Only they cheat on test and get people in there they want and then promote them at will. That's why I had people who helped me in there. You have a whole bunch of privileged White men and women, angry, because they are being left behind in assignments, that help you get promotions, on promotions that you are being left out of, because of the process, that leads to disgruntle workers that help the FBI bring you down. You see, I would lie in my bed and wait to see who makes the first round, and I would know how my day, afternoon and night would go. We all did, because every inmate had their favorite deputy. I told my uncle that he would have a more agreeable son, after he did his ferderal bid. With the officers, deputies and people watching over you, you never know what your going to get, and must always proceed with caution. Oakland County Sheriffs are no different. Plus, most of them feel they have privilege from being a part of the racket or just for being White. You got to check what combination of attitude you're getting in a day. Certain people are just plain ole mean, some don't care for their jobs and others are trying to move up the ladder, quicker than the others.

I can just imagine Major Ewing being a Black man went up the ladder the right way. There was a group od deputies that got in under Frank Russell's reign, God rest his soul, he did his best. Those who were chosen, because they were his friends or lived around the corner. That door closed quickly and many of those were the last to be hired in a Black cluster the way they were. Many Blacks who work there got a pretty good test score and can move up faster than others. Most are quiet and somewhat submissive. They can take the kind of subliminal racism you get in the North. Major Ewing is one of those types. He doesn't have to say anything if it's not necessary. He weighs in his mind, first, if he needs to say something about a situation or event. Most of the time his conclusion is that words aren't needed in this particular situation. Day-before-yesterday, I heard his voice, him speaking, in very lengthy sentences. He was defendind his integrity. People were saying that he should do more about those children being left in filth and garbage on Francis street. He told the news there were only selected steps the police can take in these matters. One, a welfare check, as in Kelli Bryants case or someone calling the police to come out. He can't just have deputies go knocking on doors and asking, "Are there kids living here in filth and squalor here?" We must agree that 90% of police work is done after a crime has already been committed. It would be impossible to know when or if a crime is going to be committed. A Personal Protection Order (PPO) is one way the justice system tries to halt a crime before it is committed. We know that men and women are still being victimized, assaulted and murdered by their spouses. So, why is Major Ewing on television defending his job and actions in this crime? Where is CPS? They are the ones that dropped the ball. Due to what I said in my last blog, Mike is in deep mess, and he needs someone to blame for the greed, racketeering and crimes of his deputies. These crimes of squalor and cat-doo are happening in Pontiac. We'll blame Ewing for it all! I say, "God forbid", we can't blame an innocent man, when crimes like these are not preventable!

I lived in a unit with Jennifer Kookula in 2008. I will make you remember her. She was the young mother that killed her daughters while in a psychotic break. She is schzophrenic. Her children were beloved in her trailer park community. In fact, her family sent pictures of the kid's bench the people of the trailer park community made in honor of the girls, just inside the entry to the park. Jennifer killed those two girls while in a psychotic state and the cat and hung the cat up in the closet. Not one time did I hear anyone call for the police to be punished in that case. Jennifer is pretty messed up. She needs to be on her medicine at all times. With people like her constant supervision is needed. A phone call everyday and a phone call every night, but who knew? After she murders those two little girls, her family became very attentive to her needs. Sending her money to buy TV's and a walkman and stuff in prison. It was too late then. Nobody ever blamed the police, the people in the trailer park, but they did blame her family. I can say they needed to check on her, instead of being ashamed of her condition. I can tell you how sick Jennifer is. People like her, can break out of the hold of their medication and become psychotic regardless. Even if they never miss a dose of medication. She cried for five days while in the Residential Treatment Program (RTP). This is the unit you go to when they can't trust you'll go to MED call, because they can't trust what you'll do if you don't get your medication. I mean she cried and cried. A deep bellowing cry that came from the bottom of her soul, and she did it from Thursday evening, until Monday morning when the doctor got in. I lived right next to the "Observation Room" they put her in. I was so mad, because I couldn't get any sleep! Who knew she would do that? Nobody knew she would murder her girls. Who can blame anyone for her crimes; Nobody. Just like Major Ewing can't be blamed for a woman's irresponsible acts. That is unless we find out she was engaging in sex acts for money for members of the Oakland County Sheriff's Department (OCSD). Then we can blame the OCSD and Mike. I believe she was and I believe they are trying to make Major Ewing their scapegoat. I can tell you this, Ewing isn't prostituting anyone from the jail's clinic. Black folk know better.

Major Ewing is not a fool. I know three that are, but Major Ewing isn't one of them. I thought that they put him in the position, because a Black community should be looked over by a Black man. It's not that. Out of the communities run by OCSD only Pontiac is given a "bum wrap". "They", meaning White folk, look out for each other. They are family. Ole Mike wanted Pontiac so bad. A place to dump all his trash and help the rest of Oakland County stay clean, the White parts. Don't get me wrong, we do commit crimes, but no more than any other Black community in America. Remember, there are more of you than us! Mike looks out for his fellow White family, and that's why prostitution has taken over Oakland County, drugs and stealing. The Trustee Pod is full of pretty White girls from the suburbs. They get ice everyday, Hot Food on a regular, have sex with the deputies and smoke crack at will. Garry Jackson had no business going to prison for something they do, everyday. Honestly, I don't believe that story! They have sex parties in the gym every last pay of the month. so, they can party with their "free check". Now, Payne has taken the show on the road. Instead of just having Lisa to sing, "Me so horny", they have a fleet of Asian women working massage parlors across Oakland County. they have expanded horizonally, and have sex spots all across Oakland County and now we know Washtenaw, county, too. Unless they just lied to put prostitution on their lap, too. You got to watch, "White Cracker Bread", hiding their sins behind Black folk! Mike took a car from a drug bust and made it the "Sheriff's" car. You know they say that cops and criminals are very much alike. That's why Mike wanted that car, he's a King Pin. Running the biggest criminal Enteprise in Michigan and trying to blame it on Black folk. I'm shaking my head. Good Luck, Major Ewing...and God Bless you.

Bouchard is turning drug dealers cars into his own, Mike Bouchard needs to see about them women and men being used and abused; Investigate...

Ecclesiastes 7:25 Source: https://bible.knowing-jesus.com/Ecclesiastes/7/25

And Another Ones...Left in Squalor

I’m going to ask you; how many times do I have to tell you that Oakland County is one of the biggest whorehouses? I spent the entire summer, roaming from hotel to hotel, trying to find a place to stay where I’m not harassed to prostitute. I was not successful. Everyone of them, especially in Auburn Hills, needed me to prostitute, I am not a prostitute! fighting everyday to get some kind of reparations for the way I was treated this summer. Then today, I’m watching television and there are three more kids living in squalor in Pontiac, on Francis street. This time, however, there are no tales of feet on grass and cellphones. No, this woman was in Ann Arbor, and Washtenaw County. I think she was moved there after my rounds in Oakland County. As Jackson said, there are 23 hotels in Auburn Hills. There are plenty of rooms to work. More than enough that someone should be moved to Ann Arbor. I told you in Southfield they know who I am. If that woman would have been in a hotel I was in, I would have run into her on purpose.

The women know me and I’m either a threat or savior. I don’t mind being either. Kelli Bryant worked at UWM over there off MLK. She was more than likely a “turning tricks” during lunch or all day long. I had an interview with them today. I guess I dodged another bullet. They were turning tricks at the Pro Desk at Home Depot. A young woman from a good family, who had got turned out on cocaine was running girls out the store. I got a job at Tropical Smoothie Café in Auburn Hills last week. The young man hired me after a brief interview and a whopped up young Black woman was late and pooped her mouth and gave Gage P. the funkiest look. Safe to say, after being hired he never called me again. For me that means they were “turning tricks” out of the Tropical Smoothie Café.

This is the beginning of a new series for me. They said her name, but I need more. I want to see a picture of her. Ole Mike has been on the news stuttering and stuff. Knowing it’s leading to his deputies. When I was in jail, I wrote several Senators and Representatives. The only one that wrote me back was Vincent Gregory, who later ran for Oakland County Sherriff. He’s a Black man, they put up signs referring to “Our Sheriff". Seemed racist to me. I'm glad he didn't win. He would be left with Mikes mess. Now Mike got to clean up his own mess. I wouldn't want to be Mike right now. When the mother got bond, she started sreaming at the magistrate, and cussing and stuff. She wanted to stay in jail to "f*ck down" those charges. Kelli Bryant messed it up for everybody. They don't want this woman in jail, because I'll be watching. She'll be out in a few months. They'll put her in front of a judge that belongs to them, drop her bond and get a bailsbondmen that also works for them. That is, after she has "f*cked her charges down" They say I'm crazy, but nobody has ever said I was insane, but the State.

These men and women run the State. I get $23 dollars worth of foodstamps every month. This is the third time the shorted me in the 16 years I've been out of prison. I wonder if McKnight is still down there. She's going to work her to death. She's a female deputy, who always tried to scare me with a mean mug, and I would look at her like, "B*tch, I'll kick your a$$". They have to do what this new one says or else she can open up her mouth and make everything I say come true! Any one of them can open up their mouths and say it's not true. It's still a lot of them out there, too. I wouldn't be surprise that in a month they'll be a another set of Black kids living in filth. We ain't seen no White ones, yet! We aren't worthy of going to our grandparents or parents. You see...But, she was under investigation by CPS, and nothing was done! NOTHING! They had two mother's on the news talking about those kids in the street at all hours of the night, you know they told CPS. CPS were told to ignore the situation. It's coming up on Christmas, they need their money. Their kids are used to the best at OCJ.

They run the State that's why the girl had to call the police. CPS wasn't coming!It's a shame those kids have to live that way. They don't get taken care of properly, I don't get my Unemplotment, and taxes. I"m telling you they got the entire State system wrapped up. I've asked i I don't know why, they are allowed to get away with it. I guess sometimes you got to let people hang themselve, because this time they went a whole other route and the kids called the police to save themselves. Calling about a break in? That's a lie she made up to stop her mother from beating her! They got to stop letting these people go. Women are getting away with murder, Amy, Sarah and Alice did! That guy in Shelby Township that killed those two men, already got his hair braided. He posted up for his season. He know he ain't going no where. I was thinking about Kelli Bryant just the other day. They let it linger for months or years like the girl that killed her baby by putting her in scolding hot water. I was thinking, "Nobody has mentioned Kelli Bryant in a while, let me repost her blogs, so it can put her back into peoples rememberance. God had a ram in the bush. Another woman who has been to Oakland County Jail, who is now abandoning her children and going God knows where. Jesus take the wheel...

"And they were bringing children to him that he might touch them, and the disciples rebuked them. But when Jesus saw it, he was indignant and said to them, “Let the children come to me; do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall not enter it.” And he took them in his arms and blessed them, laying his hands on them."

Mark 13:1-6

While I was thinking and praying on it, he was working it out! Amen?

Unemployment Blues 2

Left without any money, I could only stay in the Auburn Hills Extended Stay for about a month. It was the same ole mess, with this time a young couple was interested in me. When they see you leave, you're bound to return and for the first couple of weeks this couple would always be at the door I used. They'd have all the doors open on their car, he would be leaned back in the seat enjoying a blunt or a beer. Unlike Miss Tina she didn't go aroun sniffing in the cracks of doors if she smelled weed. The woman paid more attention to me than the dude, but I wasn't interested in a threesome. I was plain old not interested. I needed more than just money from a one night stand. I needed money for a month's stay at the hotel, money to get my car fixed, the man ar the auto shop across the street from the scool had did some kind of air compression test an put a hole in my radiator. The were cheats that one time tried to get me to buy a suction device to get all the oil out of my oil tank. Now, they put a hole in my radiator that didn't have a hole in it when he got it. They say the pecking order with mechanics is 1. White men 2. Black men 3. White women and 4. Black women. Going alone caused me uncertain doom, but I had no idea, I would be last on the pecking list.

Unemployment Blues

On April 2, 2025, the State opened up unemployment. I found out about it in July. It was early July, but it was still three months, before I found out. I don't know if they sent the letter to the Mainstay in Auburn Hills or not. I know the mafia was in Jades ear, because she was telling me things about me I hadn't told her. The one thing that she told me that if I spoke to my boyfriend I was going to prison. I think she was stealing or not giving me my mail. Amber, the assistant manager knew where she hid it and on Jade's days off would give me all my mail. I guess she knew that someone knew her hiding place and found her hiding place and found a new one. They, the mafia, always lie to their imphs and play down my status. Likr telling people that I stalked my man, and that he can't see or talk to me. I'm surprised she had the nerve to keep stealing my mail. I've found that criminals are stupid. I mean I learned that in prison, listening to the stories about how they came to be in prison. The people in the hotels were real stupid. They had the police in their ear and felt they were untouchable. If a pretty woman, who refused to sell her body for money, told you her man was in law enforcement, you will not look at the facts and not somebody telling you that if she talks to him, she's going to prison. I was unfettered in my stance and never seemed afraid. Wouldn't she ask where I got all the confidence from? Nope, not when your a crimina;. and that's why the prisons are full. They had theie confidence in other crooks, crooks that just happened to be cops, but still criminals and still stupid. She would steal my stuff, she and the albino girl.The albino girl. my housekeeper, never cleaned my room. No one elseafter that cleaned my room either. That's how closely linked these whorehouses are. Various ones stole from me, but they all entered my room when I wasn't there.

So, I was broke, busted and disgusted, and had no idea I had $844 out there waiting for me to take hold of. I had been illegally evicted by Miss Tina looking me in my face saying the words, "You are no longer wanted here, Please pack your things and go". She put her hands together and like she was praying and that was the legal way to evict someone who has lived on your property 150-days. This from a woman who had come to my door and told me how much she respected me. A Black woman that had been pimping so long, a Black woman living in a hotel that didn't prostitute, was a forign idea in her mind. We were all whores, and that's what I got the entire summer. "Who do you think you are? Black women are whores. What's wrong with you? Do you think you're special?" The answer was alwat "Yes" Their counter was always, "Get out!" I was running out of money. All my credit cards were maxxed out, and I was going to my mother to fill in the gaps. Not giving me that letter from unemployment, they felt they had me cornered. I had left there and went to an Extended Stay in Auburn Hills. It was the same mess, just a different look. Johnson had told me there were 23 hotel in Auburn Hills and they had the same playbook they took the harassment from. Deactivating key cards, coming in your room while you're out and stealing. That's where I lost my cellphone that had my apartment's pictures on it. For some reason, I had linked my phone to my laptop and all those videos and pictures are on my laptop. My landlord might think he and the mafia had the only set, but not only on my FB page, but on my laptop. See:

My unemployment money would come in handy at this point to find a new place to live. They talked loud outside my door, like the women in prison trying to make you bulldag. They threw trash in front of my door:

One morning I woke up and there was a woman saying there was trash at my door. The manager instructed me on where to put my trash, I simply replied, "That wasn't my trash". I stayed a month and left after I truly had no money. I had a lamb in the bush.

The Mainstay Auburn Hills

I went to live at the Mainstay Auburn Hills on January 5, 2025. I was the beginning of a year, but not new things. I had lost my job I had been working for three years and four months. I was in the middle of an appeal of an eviction, and the apartment that I was fighting for was an icebox. I woke up each morning and my nose was sweating. I would wrap myself in my comforter as tight as I could, but it didn't help. I was freezing and I had to do something or freeze to death. That Sunday I made a two week reservation at the Mainstay. I put the stay on my American Express. It was at it's limit, it was the first time I had to "Rob Peter to pay Paul". I took half of the money I had in my checking account and pay my American Express down in order to use it to pay my bill. This way, with the other half to eat for those two weeks. I used all my credit cards and their remaining balances to pay my rent after that. My two Quick Silver cards that were once Walmart cards saved me come March, then my taxes. An aquaintence from junior high did my taxes and my Federal taxes carried me into late spring and then there was my mother who carried me the rest of those weeks and I'm eternally grateful for. So, I checked in. There were young men in the lobby and one was so angry with me. I guess he had been tricked into tricking and resented me for resisting the "powers that be" and not allowing myself to be sold for money. He made his snide remark and like the roach he is scurried down the hall that I know now was towards the elevator. I checked in with the young woman with crayon red hair and the ghetto attitude, put my things across my back with the strap and headed to room #317. That number in the Dream Book meant Johnny. That's my father's name and my brother's name, since he is a junior. I settled it at that moment that was where I was supposed to be.

The Kid

There was a young woman there who was young. I never asked here her age or name. She must have been 15 years old, if I had to guess. She was mixed with Black and White she said. Every time I left my room, there she was, always mimicking something about me. She acted as if she was my clone, but this youn woman was beautiful. With the exception of her crooked bottom teeth she was perfect. Her hair was long and lavish. I asked her out of curiosity, which parent was Black and which was White. She said her mother was White and her Dad was Black. I asked her, because she was always with a older White woman, if that was her mother. Can you believe she she asked me, "Which one?" Her mother wasn't there. Her mother probably didn't know where she was. Once, she came downstairs with a laptop, like I sit and type in my room, only she was waiting for men to pick her up. When I continued to live there a few months, the men dried up. The mafia decided I wasn't going to be prostituting any time soon. I still had a place to stay. She actually got angry with me. When she, her pimp, who was stalking me, and the old dried up mother left, she wasn't being friendly. I was on my way out at the end of her stay, she stood in the group of prostitutes and was making a speech about leaving. She talked about how things had changed and they were leaving. I wanted to talk to her and tell her that she was special and she didn't need to sell herself, and that she could never turn me out, she was just a child. I was never there to prostitute. When Jesus shows up-Me, things will change, but I let her go. Oh, I called the child Trafficking number. The woman on the other end knew nothing would come of it. I think she intentionally told me someone would call me, because she knew no one would and that girl is out there "blowing in the wind". She doesn't even know she's lost...

Jade

In these days, women use cashapp to get paid for turning a trick. A man came in the laundry room telling me, "It's amazing how quickly you can transfer money. These washers get the money to do a load in five seconds of you touching a button on your phone. So, now they get paid through cashapp for smelling all those dirty dicks. I got "hit on" so many times in that hotel. Jade was the madam, and worked the front desk. She was a dyke and I believe she was having sex with Miss Tina the Manager. Miss Tins wouldn't go against Jade for nothing. Jade thought I believed that she was my friend. She would try and get me to talk to her and tell me everything. When the police finally showed up, all she could say is that I was evicted. She doesn't say illegally evicted, just that I was evicted. Just like a bitch to tell half the story. I came back from getting my stuff out the bottom of the attrium at my place, she thought she had me. Since the men were hitting on me, I know they were asking her about me. "Is she available?" "How much for her?" With every week end that went by, she saw money passing her by. It was the end of April when my landlord put my things out. It was May fifth when I found out they had been set out my apartment, illegally. One officer even felt sorry for me. That I didn't need, it only had me livid. One day I had come back and there was a ordinance on my door that said that I couldn't live there but 90 days, after that I had to leave. Well. it was May, and I had been there 150 days. I emailed the City Manager and he told me that I could stay until June 24, 2025. He stated that the city never meant for those hotels to be a permanent place of residency

An Ordinance v. State Law

In Michigan, guests at extended stay hotels may have limited tenant rights, but these rights depend on the length of stay and the nature of the occupancy agreement. Understanding Your Rights Classification of Occupancy: In Michigan, the legal status of a guest in an extended stay hotel can vary. Guests are typically classified as transient occupants unless they meet certain criteria that grant them tenant rights. Factors influencing this classification include the length of stay, payment arrangements, and the services provided by the hotel. 2 Tenant Rights: If a guest stays for an extended period, they may acquire tenant rights, which include the right to a formal eviction process. In many jurisdictions, including Michigan, a stay longer than 30 days can trigger these rights, requiring the hotel to follow specific legal procedures for eviction. 2 Eviction Process: If a hotel seeks to evict a guest, they must typically provide proper notice and follow the legal eviction process. This may include giving written notice of non-payment and allowing a certain period for the guest to remedy the situation before eviction proceedings can begin.

Their city ordinance reads exactly what they were saying. At first, I had no place to stay. All my things were in storage and all I had was what was in that room. Jade found it to be a perfect way to get me into prostitution, "Let me stay and I'll make you money." The women who sell themselves got free rooms, if they could have the men checking in could come to their room, and "Taking care of". I had gotten my stay extended by the City Manager, and I was living just fine. Jade just wouldn't leave me alone. Memorial Day, I made a little fire in a small grill and went out back of the hotel and made some chicken wings and country ribs. She had one of her hookers to come out there to see what I was doing. She was watching me on the camera. I got upstairs and had just finished eating when she walked up to my door and knocked. "Who is it?" I asked knowing who it was, because the hooker had saw me pulled out her phoned and texted someone, I guessed it was Jade. "You have to put that fire out". "It will go out on it's own. "No, you got to put it out. It's a fire hazzard." I called the police, and I guess he or Jade dumped water on it, but my little grill was ruined. Who was going to clean all that sluge out that grill. It woul not be me. So, I threw it away.After that encounter, I decided to look up the State law on extended stay hotels. It was like I thought, the hotels were like apartments. They were the right size and had all eminities of an apartment, a stove, dish washer, microwave an stuff. In that case, they needed to evict me after 28 days of me living there. In Michigan, due to all the homelessness, you must have cause to evict. You can no longer walk into a court of law and say, "I don;t want them on my property anymore." and evict a mother and her children. Most of the male landlords trade rent for sex, anyway. When a woman refuse or got tired of him breathing on top of her, he'd just get an eviction notice and put her out on the street. That's the same with these hotels in Oakland County. You don't only harass you. by deactivating your key card, going in your room stealing your clothes and food, to start a fight, but that illegal 90-day ordinance that doesn't trump State law to force you out. I was there for it!

J&J

My last day at the Mainstay was eventful to say the least. I went to pay my bill and Jade was there. She usually worked nights, but here it is 10 am, when it's my day to pay. She had went in my room and stole my ID. She took the stairs up and beat me to my room and stole my driver's licence. I needed something to be notarized and couldn't get it done, because of her. I hated her at that point. By stealing my card, she caused me undo stress that I didn't need. My bills weren't getting paid and I was running out of money. I can't remember how I paid for rooms upward of $1600 at times. Thanks to the mafia I still don't have my State taxes, almost eight months later. When I told her off and showed her how perturbed I was they she was ther, she ran and got Miss Tina. Miss Tina slammed my paperwork she was printing and told me to do it myself. I told her that I never had problem since I had been there. She said, "Untill now and I want you to leave, now!" All the women who work there came to the front Desk and started yelling at me at once, the one thing I could decipher is, "This is not an apartment building!" I yelled back at her,"Yes, it is and after 28-days, I became a tenant, and you have to evict me." My final words were, "And I'm going to sue you!" The police came first there was Janson by himself, telling me to leave, not knowing the law. He was sweet and actually helped me move. I was extremely out of shape and moving at the "Drop of a dime" was hard. He showed me favor and helped. But then the muscle came, Johnson who threatened to take me to jail, twice and throw my things out on the driveway. I told him a few things about myself, he scurried to his partner like the roach in life he is. Janson helped me load my car and followed me around, until I found a place to stay. Again going over and beyond his duty, but he did pack my car pretty full. I could only could see out my driver's side window. Lord, I'm so grateful for that man I wished I could tell you his name. I know now that I'm old and there really is a God...

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The Start of A Series of Lies

I’ve been homeless all summer long. The last time I was homeless I was 16 years old. My mother and I put our stuff in this police officer my father knew garage. The people that lived there rifled through our stuff stole things that were of no value to them. They left the Bible alone. The white and gold Bible given to my parents a long time ago, for a wedding present. My last landlord set my things out beneath the atrium at my old apartment. I hope it’s in all the stuff he put out there. It is invaluable. I keep saying, “My man’s little brother is going to sue him so bad!” Except, there is no amount of money that could be had that could replace that, Bible. If it’s in my stuff, I’m sending it to my sister in Oklahoma. She’s stabler than I am. It needs to stay in the family as long as it can. That’s the only thing that got me through, my faith in God is my best most reliable source for survival. I think I lost my mind once, but we’ll talk about that in this series is a few days. Each blog will be an experience of its own.

I haven’t thought the couch, mattresses, ice maker, freezer, printer, microwave or television sets, as much as I’ve thought about that Bible. It is very important to me, and to my family. When I was around 13 years old my uncle bought us a dictionary. My oldest sister took it when she left. She halfway to Muskegon and pissed the storage lady off and she sold her unit. So went the dictionary. We weren’t mad or nothing, just a little sad. That Bible has been in my family for 60+ years. We would miss that. Since I was on a mission to continue to be myself, I needed God to help me. I needed him to pull me through. I needed him… Some men were convinced that if they made it hard enough for me, I would give in and throw away the wholeness and fullness that I am and become a prostitute. They said that if I suffered enough, if I was hungry enough, if I began to hate myself enough, I would become a whore. Welp, here I am, smarter, stronger, wiser, still intact and still not a prostitute. Amen… Let the stories begin!

She is where it all began, but not this time, she is where it all ends. Thank you, Jesus!

Farmington Hills Extended Stay America

I left the Mainstay Suites at the end of June. I had a not so easy time at the Extended Stay Auburn Hills, but it was nothing like the story I’m about to tell. There was a party going on outside when I arrived outside the hotel in Farmington Hills. There was young Chaldean kids pouring beer down one another’s throat and bar-b-que and loud music. I thought there would be a dee-jay coming soon. I went to te front desk to check-in. I told the man behind the desk that I didn’t want to be near the kids outside pouring beer in each other’s mouths. I wanted to be where it was nice and quiet. A man came up and asked me how I was doing. He had two half naked women on his side. I smiled and said, ‘My mand and I are just fine!” Suddenly, this chubby guy appeared at the desk and started listing off room numbers who were now checking out.

I didn’t pay any attention, because although he had gotten a head start, it was true, when the pimps found out I was there, they would gather their women and head out. It was a thing when I appeared on the scene. It was like the police had posted up. I knew that he would be losing money “hand –over-fist”, but I also knew that he thought he could change my “good girl” ways. They all thought they could. I always remained steady, however, and never let my situation become desperate. Not so desperate I would stoop to having sex for food or room and board. I went to my room and watched television and only went out to eat. It was still busy and I wanted to stay out of the party. When I was out ab about men noticed me. Then they would ask the people at the desk was I “available”. The answer was always no, but they always hoped it would change. It never did.

Matt is the chubby guy. He’s no more than 27 or 28 years old. He’s the manager. I can just imagine he snaked somebody into their job. He was the one. He is laundering money for his cousin a drug dealer in Oakland County. He has all the game so he thinks, but Brad is going to jail. Then he is going to prison. He locked me out of my room a month ago, because I called ICE on a bunch of Mexicans who were looking to have sex with me and harassing me for no other reason than I was female. It seems that it’s not due to the color of my skin, but just because I’m capable of having sex. They had women living there, mostly Spanish, who catered to the migrant workers. They were being abused and when I saw them they were never happy. More warn than anything, and tired. No one was going to ever make me feel that way. There was a family with a kid net door and I wondered if they were selling the kid.

The overzealous Mexicans piled in the trucks every morning and went to work. They would come back dirty and wanting. When nine or ten of them acted as if they were going to rape me, I went to Farmington Hills Police who did nothing. I wrote a complaint and sent it to corporate and Matt called the police, which led to me getting locked out. The police did tell him that he couldn’t put me out and that he had to evict me. He called me, Matt and told me that it was a civil matter and that I was leaving the next day. It took him and his lying cousin four days to get me to leave the hotel. His cousin told me that he was fired and that he was the new boss, and so I left. You know like a good cop bad cop thing? Only thing is, his cousin in a snitch and works for the police! They stole my food, my jacket and tea. They are all men and all weak. One thing he said that was true, “It is a civil matter”, and I’m going to sue him in court for sexual discrimination, and get three times what I paid for this month of living.

I’ve never been so insulted in my life! Just a piece of meat. No respect, not even from the police. A female officer frisked me to see if I was wearing underwear. When I started filming the low-grade conversation we were having, she started taking pictures of my bed. They know nothing of women in hotels bur whoring. When I went back the other day to get my stuff, the police thought they were going to impound my car. I couldn’t possibly have insurance. My registration expires on Wednesday. He didn’t know that. Once I left the hotel he followed behind me and ran my plate. Clean… I guess he never met a Black woman that had car insurance, before. Black folk have it hard in Farmington Hills. They aren’t only sexist, but racist and prejudice! I’m not going back

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