I am convinced that all the institutions in Pontiac have been taken over by corruption. I am having a horrible time at home. I know my mother is putting stuff in my food to make me sick. I can't prove it, but I did find a vial in the garbage that has no business there. No on in this house has that kind of medicine. I think she is doing it for the police. They don't want me to leave this apartment. Like I have said before, it is bugged with audio and visual devices. My sister, who became a doctor 10-years ago, tried on several occasions to buy my mother a house. She has even gotten two realtors to show her homes in Pontiac. No matter what she showed, my mother refused to leave this apartment. We have lived here for 32-years, and on January 17, 2020, it will be 33-years that we've lived here. She pays very little rent, but our landlord does very little work. In 33-years, he has done no upgrades, besides a roof in 1988 and some new cabinets - that are practically falling down. Nothing or very little have been done to just keep up with this house that has an apartment that we live in on the top floor.
My mother, who claims that she doesn't want to live here, tears up the house, to keep our landlord from raising the rent. She clogs the sink with grease, breaks the toilet and any other thing to show him that what she pays is all this place is worth. It's sad to me, because when we moved her we were homeless. She was sleeping in my sister's utility room and I was going from house to house, because I wasn't wanted. My father's girlfriend had taken in my little brother. She did not want another one of my mother's children in her house. My brother said that she didn't treat him too kindly. She had let my father know that I wasn't welcome and he found any reason to kick me out. Couple that with the idea that I didn't use drugs and I wasn't wanted anywhere. I had to do unconventional things to survive the homelessness and there is no way I would ever want to be homeless, again. My mother making me sick is a reason for me to be homeless. I spent the Saturday before Thanksgiving trying to get help for my heart-rate being too fast and being able to hear my heart beat that made me riddled with anxiety. The Oakland County Sheriff's Department has this entire city on lock and when I entered St. Joseph, it started with the guard at the door.
He is what I call a real racist. I walked right up to the desk to get help. He called after me, "Hey, you gotta come back here!" Then he laughed at me and shook his head. I was preturded, but it was not as big as my heart beating out of my chest. There was a White woman that came in with some food, and he let her go to the back without question. A Mexican family walked in and he stopped them, made a phone call and had them sit and wait for verification to go back. His attitude was so nasty and vile. He knew me already and I didn't care. I sat and waited to go back. St. Joe is one if not the largest hospitals in the State. How could they employ such a horrible man? But the police and their minions are running a whorehouse in all the hospitals. I remember that Sarah, at Caro, made several runs to the hospital every week. People in hospitals make a lot of money, especially the doctors and trained personnel. When you walk into a hospital, it is dripping with money and the pimps know it, too. Six men came into the hall, while I sat on a gurney and stared at me and tried to make me feel uncomfortable. No one wanted to hear about my mother and I had never been so uncomfortable in a place that is supposed to help. When I left and went down to Beaumont, my doctor was more attentive, but she kept getting called away. Finally, she left and never came back. I lay there for two hours, before I got up and left.
In order to get away from my mother, I devised a plan. I would become homeless, and as a "mental needs" indiviual I qualify. I live right around the corner from PATH the homeless shelter that used to be for abused women. I heard they have changed that requirement. Like the jail and hospitals, it seems that the homeless shelters have been taken over as prostitution houses. I had my case manager from Community Network Services (CNS) to call and try and get me into PATH. She hesitated and said that she would try and get me into Grace Center of Hope. I froze, because I saw a new report about them. They had opened a woman's shelter in Pontiac for women and all the women were attractive and former drug addicts. That meant two things to me. First they were involved with the people that worked in the facility, sexually. Second, they were prostitutes. I told her that I wanted to live at PATH. She said she would call them. She contacted them and told me that they wanted me to call every morning at 10 in the morning. I did, and then got to a woman that told me that I needed to speak to Bonnie Haney the Intake Specialist. I called her and left a message and she phone me back, yesterday. Whenever the police get a hold of who called me and they don't like it, they contact that person and tells them all kind of nasty things about me.
I guess they called Bonnie, because she was nasty to me on the phone. She acted as if I had did something to her. I never met Bonnie. I do see the women from PATH on my street that is the next street over. Many of them come by looking at me funny. I see a lot of the women, moving out and moving in. Bonnie said that they had an opening, but it's for a family. "You are a single person; right?" I replied softly, "Yes". She was very snotty to deal with homeless people, but if the women at PATH are being used as prostitutes and the police called her and told her not to provide me with housing that would make sense. If she is the "Intake Specialist", she ran the program, at least the women that they allowed into the program. Before I asked for shelter from them, I would see the women and their children from the program out playing. Now, they are all locked up tight and I don't see anyone. That's a true sign in my opinion. There was another story about the Lighthouse the other week. A woman not only got housing, but free furniture from Gardner White. She got an entire house full of furniture. There was living room, bed room and kitchen furniture. Her daughter got a new bed room and everything.
The young woman was very attractive and bells went off in my head immediately. Not only that, ut when I saw the man from Gardner White, he looked familiar. Like a trick I had seen before. Believe me people, there aren't many business that will give a entire house full of furniture. She is pretty and is either somebody's girlfriend or a few people girlfriend. They have pretty much taken over any place where women live and turned them into whore houses. CNS I reported is also pimping people and my case manager didn't want anything to do with getting me involved with PATH or Grace Centers of Hope. Everything they do in those places, for those women must be used as barter for sex. The women of these institutions are in on it. When Bonnie invited me to go to their other shelter in Lathrup Village she gave me a non-working number and then two-minutes after hanging up from me, didn't answer her phone. I can only assume that she is the Madam of that place and I'm not wanted. The slot they have for one single person is taken. If I were a certain type of person that slot would be open for me, but I don't trade anything for sex. Even if my mother is poisoning my food. I think they need you to be so desperate that you'll do anything. That's not me...
No comments:
Post a Comment