About an hour later I wake up and I hear water running - when I sit up alls I can see are some mans khaki pants hanging down to his ankles, holding his weeny in his left hand and pissing in my area - almost on top of me - "Hay you can't do that here - in front of me - you need to go" I jump up and cross my arms across my chest and order him to leave - He wouldn't budge until the last drop dripped off of his little pecker. He pulls up his pants and walks away - There's more of the L.A. Times around here somewhere - I'm going to have to put more cardboard and paper down - so I can lay back down.
I swept up the area around the container, put some of Sunday's L.A Times down in the little gutter part of the concrete that goes down along the side of the thing, put a couple of those wood planks on top of the paper amd my sleeping bag on top of that. I can see a couple of rather large rat-traps on each side of the container and quickly focus on other things - It's already dark so not much else to do but get inside my sleeping bag and hide and cry and pray.
About an hour later I wake up and I hear water running - when I sit up alls I can see are some mans khaki pants hanging down to his ankles, holding his weeny in his left hand and pissing in my area - almost on top of me - "Hay you can't do that here - in front of me - you need to go" I jump up and cross my arms across my chest and order him to leave - He wouldn't budge until the last drop dripped off of his little pecker. He pulls up his pants and walks away - There's more of the L.A. Times around here somewhere - I'm going to have to put more cardboard and paper down - so I can lay back down.
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There's one of those big steel storage containers over here, the ones they use on trains, to ship merchantile across the big U.S.A., out here next to a business, it looks like a place where they sell and install car sterios and there's a McDonalds (with a bathroom & hot coffee) a block away, on this side of the street, so I don't have to cross Glenoaks Blvd., so I guess I'll stay behind the metal storage container, I can't walk any further my legs wont cooperate, so this is going to have to be it - for now. There are a couple of wood planks someone left out here that I can use as a barrier between me & the street-for some privacy, if there is such a thing out here - in front of God & everyone.
My feet are torn-up - calaces everywhere - I've been trying to use those."Corn" things that my Grandma used to use, you stick them between your toes so that they don't rub together and remove the skin from the toe - which is going to happen when your feet are sweating/wet and it's 150 degrees out here! It was 4:15 a.m., the weather was perfect , dry roads, unlike the one's I've been driving on over the past few years in Portland and all around Oregon - where I was rejected and kicked around like a Peasant in the Devil's Den - but that's another story - "The Accident" on the freeway, just as I was getting started - before the crack of dawn, because I'm always trying to stay ahead of the traffic - especially in Oakland, California - on my way to Padadena - Suddenly, out of nowhere these little cars start flying by me, from all dirctions, I was merging over into the left lane and all of the sudden "Banb" something slams into me from behind - I put on the brakes (dumbfounded & shocked) and just sat there - paralized (scared shitless) not knowing what was back there - knowing I gas to get out and go see what it was - Without thinking of what else could possibly happen, I slid out of the truck onto the pavement, held onto the side of the Penske Truck (16 ft. Truck) and looked back there, it was still dark - I couldn't see anything - until a truck slammed into the back of the car that was plastered to my Honda Accord, that was on a trailer on the back of the Penski truck - which were all plastering themselves to the back of my Truck - I panicked - my knees collapsed and I managed to somehow drag myself back up into the driver's seat of the truck - shaki g & crying hysterically - not knowing who to call or what to do - at all - a total blank - very unlike myself - but I was all out of answers - beat into oblivian by these "Evil Doer's" that are relentless in their seige against me. I can't unwind - I can't think - I can't find any breathing space - I am their "Prisoner" and I will be blamed. The Fireman on the Scene urged me to go to the hospital and the Policemen were telling me to mpve the truck off the freeway - how can I go to the hospital, when I'm the driver of the truck, the back is wide opened, full of my stuff (that's falling out) and I can't trust anyone - so I jump in the Penske Truck - after they peeled the four cars and the truck off of the back of it and drive away - alone and completely in shock - not even knowing where I was or where I was going. I ended up loosing the truck in Pasadena - I believe it eas taken by the Penske people - with the assistance of the Police Department in La Canada, California - when I stopped to get some fresh air - I needed to get out of that truck - nobody was cocerned about my welfare - they were all focused ok n their material belongings and stealing mine -My Cell Phone, Blue Toorh Speaker I just bought for $90.00 were amongst the many things missing - including the $80.00 I had in my wallet - I was roaming the streets in shock and traumatized - I am Disabled as it is and alls they can do at Penske & the insurance companies is hunt you down for statwments & put their guards up - against me. Here's the shopping cart I was reduced to use as my transportation - because any help I needed or requested was declined. The people at Penski wouldn't even allow me to take my things to my storage facility to unload it - they made me walk - My Honda was totalled & they wouldn't allow me to take the truck - so I had tp walk in 105 degree weather and sleep on the sidewalk - I tried to sleep on a little strip of grass in front of the Penski Store - where my truck was parked - but they turned the sprinklers on me and got all of my bedding, sleeping bag, papers, etc., all wet - because I couldn't move it off of there fast enough to keep it out of the water - They thought it was funny - I cried and hung my wet jacket & wet clothes on the tree. |
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