ALifetimeFightingInjustice

For the most part, although seemingly long, this will be a greatly abbreviated version of the events, I’ve experienced, over the last roughly 50 years. As most of my paperwork has been misplaced  from moving, I’m depending on memory for much of this presentation but, hopefully, I’ll be able to add more details of my experiences soon. Most of my past experiences have been permanently burned into my brain. Let me apologize, in advance, for any colorful, adult type language (I've edited most). The reality is there are no words or phrases that even come close to the obscenity that is environmental racism.
For years I’ve wanted to start something like this. In recent weeks my situation has gotten much more dire. I wanted to concentrate with my personal experiences with environmental racism in Bridgeport Connecticut. I guess I’ll just start at the beginning. I didn’t really get involved until after my grandfather died back in the early 1980s. It was then that I naively thought that cleaning up my neighborhood would be a simple matter of filing complaints since we already had all kinds of laws on the books specifically designed to protect the people who are living in neighborhoods like mine. I was very much mistaken. Directly across the street from my grandparents home was a contractor storage yard owned by Dominic Julian and his Anthony Julian Railroad Construction Company. At that time the dust and diesel fumes emanating from that illegal operation literally filled my grandparents’ house every day. I would call zoning and they would schedule an inspection. When it came time for the inspection all activities on the site would cease and all workers would disappear. Chief zoning inspector bill Shaw would then do a drive by inspection and leave. Immediately upon his leaving all of the actors would return and all the activity would start up again. This identical situation repeated about a dozen times. When I finally had the opportunity to ask Mr. Shaw about it he would look me in the face and say it was just a coincidence. Mr. Shaw was a liar! That was my first experience with real corruption and the damage that it brings especially predominantly non-white neighborhoods like mine.
Then we have the giant liquid asphalt storage tanks located just a few hundred feet from my grandparents home. In the early 1980s they switched from containing fuel oil storage to liquid asphalt. Many times I would call the Department of Environmental protection to complain about the asphalt fumes that filled my grandparents’ home on a regular basis. Every time I spoke with an inspector, I was always told the same thing. What we were smelling were the unavoidable fumes that escaped during the truck loading process. More Lies! After years of this I finally got completely disgusted and went up on top of our front porch roof. On the roof I could clearly see the mushroom shaped vents on top of the asphalt storage tanks. There was no vapor recovery system at all! The tanks were directly vented to the atmosphere. The truth is that the lives of the residents in neighborhoods like mine are not worth a god-damn thing. Inspectors, DEP and city officials will systematically lie when it comes to the health, safety and welfare of we, the residents. They could have told the truth, as they do in affluent areas, but choose not to in my neighborhood! It’s the skin complexion that determines whether or not justice is delivered. I was born in Bridgeport in 1954 and lived there most of my life. It was very clear that as the complexion of the neighborhood slowly changed so did any concern for the people in that area. I have thousands of photos documenting what the folks in neighborhoods like mine face every day. Those in charge of enforcing the many laws, ordinances and regulations etc. simply don’t give a damn! I have countless examples, of that disregard. Examples that were proven over and over again. Every time I tried to bring attention to our plight, I was brushed aside. Many time I spoke at zoning meetings, and the like, only to be ignored. I got so sick of DEP inspectors lying to my face that I finally bought and installed a weather station, on my roof, so that there was no question as to which way the wind was blowing! It instantly became clear that every time the wind blew in a SSW direction our house would fill up with toxic asphalt fumes. Technically it’s not the asphalt stench that does the damage but the deadly hydrogen sulfide gas contained within! Even armed with this new evidence officials would still just deny everything and we all know why! One very alarming episode: Once the toxic fumes persisted for a solid three-day period. I got very sick during those days with a terrible a headache, difficulty breathing as well as a burning nose and throat. On day two I personally went to the local fire department to report the issue. I was genuinely stunned when a little short guy with a fancy white hat, gray hair and wire rimmed glasses outright refused to respond. On day three I said to myself “f him” and went to the station again sicker and weaker and again the same little jackass refused to respond again instead choosing to hop in his car and drive away. Other legitimate firefighters, on the scene, were visibly shaken by their boss’ refusal to respond to such a dangerous environmental situation. More on that asshole later. The very toxic fumes poured from the asphalt tanks 24 hours a day, seven days a week. With a SSW breeze they would float over the abutting Miamouge Yacht Club and directly into our home. The aforementioned asshole was actually a participant in the clubs’ veteran’s day festivities. More on that white supremacist “club” later.
Back in the 2000’s I had been complaining to the DEP about gasoline fumes we were breathing every time the wind blew from the direction of the giant gasoline storage tanks, located in the Motiva terminal, directly across Johnsons’ creek. I was always told that the smell had to be coming from elsewhere and that I was basically a nut! As it turns out: “ A gasoline bulk terminal will retire two vapor storage tanks and pay a $75,000 fine under the terms of a settlement with EPA for Clean Air Act (CAA) violations. The terminal, located in Bridgeport, Conn., is owned by Motiva Enterprises LLC, a subsidiary of Shell Oil Company. Motiva’s terminal loads gasoline into tanker trucks—a process that generates large quantities of gasoline vapors containing volatile organic compounds (VOCs). The gasoline vapors are controlled by two large vapor storage tanks and a carbon-bed vapor recovery unit. EPA alleged that the vapor storage tanks (bladder tanks) were improperly maintained and leaked VOC-containing vapors, in violation of the federal CAA.

In addition to the fine, the EPA settlement requires Motiva to permanently retire the two bladder tanks. Motiva will install a new, larger capacity vapor recovery unit that will eliminate the need for the bladder tanks at the terminal. The new vapor recovery unit will be installed by the end of 2008, at an estimated cost of more than $1 million.A June 2006 inspection of the facility conducted jointly by EPA and the Connecticut Department of Environmental Protection discovered the violations. The Motiva terminal is located among several low-income and minority neighborhoods.” PROOF that, not only was the DEP lying every time I made a complaint but it was very likely that my complaints actually led to the inspection of the Motiva Terminal!!!
Also, back in the 2000’s, the city decided to raise my property taxes more than 200%. Of course I tried to fight it! During that fight I had occasion to meet with a city appraiser to argue my case regarding that obscene increase in my property taxes. I arrived where the appeals were being heard and found a seat. I then watched this jackass named John Mariani interviewing city property owners. I observed him fliting back and forth to another office where Charles Coviello was also conducting interviews. Next to Charles’ desk was a large paper shredder. John was doing a lot of shredding. I said to myself: “he couldn’t possibly be doing what I think he’s doing”, so I started taking a closer look. I watched very closely at what people had in their hands as they entered his office. As I suspected within seconds of the appellant leaving, John would come out with the evidence that he had just been handed, stroll over to Joe office and destroy it by shredding. The client before me had a substantial body of evidence, that literally jambed the shredder when John attempted to destroy it. I went in, also with a substantial body of evidence and, much to my disgust, John would not even look at it! My virtually worthless parcel of property was being assessed at much more than a beautiful property directly across the street. When I asked: doesn’t the fact that my property is at a far lower grade than neighboring property and as such has no access to sewers or that my property regularly floods at very high tides, just to name a few faults, he answered “No” those negative features mean nothing. When I attempted to push my paperwork towards him, on the desk, he backed away as if it were kryptonite to Superman. When I attempted to leave my paperwork behind, he objected vociferously! After all, the shredder was jammed! What I hope to get to, at a later date, was how I witnessed him physically assault a Latino gentleman in the hallway. Long story short I ended up filing an FOI request, in an attempt, to force the city to show any proof they had regarding the ridiculous increase in my Bridgeport property taxes. I had been warned by the FOI Ombudsman that the guy holding the hearing was notorious for ending cases, in favor of the city, and the complainant be damned. His name was Craig, if I remember correctly. I arrived, at the first meeting, expecting to find the tax assessor. My mistake! All that was there was one city attorney who clearly didn’t know what the hell was going on. I came armed with a mountain of evidence and he had nothing. The city was so un-prepared that Craig ordered a second meeting and instructed that the tax assessor be present. Despite the order the lawyer showed up alone on day two. I was sure that the assessor could provide no proof as I had witnessed Mariani destroy it all! All the lawyer did this time was hand Craig a field card with some unintelligible scribbling along the edge. A COPY OF THE EXACT SAME PAPER THAT I HAD PRESENTED TO CRAIG AT THE BEGINNING!!! Craig flew into a rage and went after me for wasting his time. The reality was the city had noting and I had just proven it! The mother-f***ers had no shame what-so-ever! To add insult to injury: At the conclusion, the city attorney left very quickly. As I was packing up to leave that crooked FOI SOB stopped as he passed and arrogantly growled at me “My advice to you…. Just MOVE”. What a f***in’ asshole!! In that short phrase he summed up what I had been struggling, and failing, to change for decades. There’s plenty more corruption and abuse I’ve been exposed to over the years. Like the time the Bridgeport Tax Assessor screwed my mother and forced her to pay for a stupid mistake that they made or when a $1500.00  tax payment check, of mine, mysteriously disappeared. Later.
My decades long criticism of the city and it’s mobbed-up benefactors made me the target of many personal attacks. Including, but certainly not limited to, attacks by the citys’ “blight patrol” and their blatant fabrication of evidence! I received death threats from the mouth of mobbed-up trash king Gino Capozziello and one of his minions. For more on the Crappozziellos, search for Mount Trashmore on Central Ave. Another monumental scandal that got no results except, of course, the crappies ended up receiving 100’s of thousands of dollars in Connecticut taxpayers’ money! Another time perhaps.
For decades I had been posting a variety of 4’ by 8’ signs, on my corner property, critical of both the city and it’s crooked benefactors. They needed to get rid of me and eventually did. At one point I got so fed up with lack of corrective action against Dominick Julian, by the city and state, that I installed a sign which simply read “Julian Sucks”. I figured if I couldn’t beat the POS I could at least piss him off! It worked. Almost immediately I was threatened, by the Bridgeport Police, that I would be arrested if I didn’t remove the sign. The cowards sent an African American officer to make the threat. He actually apologized and admitted he liked the sign but was ordered to threatened me by his white, crooked overseers. I covered the sign and immediately contacted the CCLU who took my case and, basically, told the city and the police to BACK OFF! The sign went back up! That was it, I was permanently off their Christmas card list! Moving along:
When my mother died, back in 2000, the house came to me. I struggled to pay the inflated property tax bills and frequently paid them late. Then all that changed when, back around 2018, I went in to pay the tax bill and inquire about the back taxes due. The woman took my payment and when I asked about back taxes she says, “Oh we sold that lien a long time ago”. As she uttered the words her hand automatically went to a pile of green cards with the identity of the tax purchaser. Welcome to the Juda Epstein foreclosure racket scam. I went home and immediately went online and got the shock of a lifetime. They had the owners address (ME) as being someplace in Wisconsin. I immediately called the company, located in some far away state, and the woman told me it must be the city’s mistake. The city, of course, knew nothing about it so I called the company back again. This time I’m told they could do nothing about the error. I explained that, with all foreclosure related mail going to some far away state, I could very well lose my home. Again she insisted that she couldn’t do anything about it. I suggested that I could give her my information and she could pass it along to someone who could correct the mistake. She simply stated: “we can’t do that”! So what the hell are you supposed to do when you’ve got a crooked city, crooked lawyers and crooked judges? You’re f***ed!!! I’ve since been told by two different people that Epstein actually owns the company that refused to correct the error. And worst of all, everyone who may have been able to help, like Connecticut Legal Services, refused to do a god-damned thing! So I lose my home and who do think gets it? My neighbor, the white supremacist Miamouge Yacht Club of course! I’ve got tons more on those crooked bastards. Like the time their crooked leader and Bridgeport Police Chief Joe Walsh got tipped off and turned the tides on an FBI corruption sting. Look it up!
And now the reason for my sense of urgency:
After I lost the house I positioned myself about a ½ block away to watch and see if my animals were going to be OK. I’ve never been a people person but have always been an animal person. At that time I had seven dogs and six cats. With so many animals I could find no one to give us a home and, frankly, I would rather have died than give any of them up. The police assured me that they would be well taken care of. As usual, the police lied. As I watched from a distance it was clear. The Bridgeport Animal Control didn’t even show up! My brother put a bullet in his head rather than spend one more second with his thoroughly abusive wife and I was ready to follow suit. After I was spotted, by someone at my house, a cousin came forward and volunteered to accept, not only me but, my animal family as well. Little did I know what I was in for! Some may think I’m being ungrateful for sharing the truth but that’s bullshit. Once again my life is literally on the line. From the start there was never any talk of where I might end up. I honestly thought I would die here. But others had other ideas. What was soon revealed is that both my cousin’s wife , daughter and the daughter girlfriend are all drug addicts. His daughter and her friend are both heroin addicts and his wife is a prescription pain killer drug addict. Mike, my cousin, was a heavy smoker with a bad heart. Little did I know that his wife, Cindy, wanted me gone almost from the start. Cindy would rant at Mike, about getting rid of me, and he would simply make up a date, that I would be leaving, so he wouldn’t have to listen to her! Please bear in mind, that all of this was done without my knowledge. Consequently, Cindy got more and more pissed-off at me! Of course, Mike denied everything. Then about 1-1/2 years ago Mike started saying “you know, this was only supposed to be temporary”. It would have been nice if he filled me in. My only remaining animals are dog and two cats. There are also two beautiful feral cats, that I’ve befriended since moving in here. My situation here rapidly deteriorates never-the-less. For years I plead with Mike to quit smoking for fear that I would be left here. He was my only advocate. He refused. Smoking meant everything to him. Then, this past July, Mike laid down and died! Often, he would say things to me like “no matter what I do, she (Cindy) is never pleased” or “I can’t do anything right, maybe I should just leave”. Every time I would say the same thing. “Mike, you can’t please somebody who can’t be pleased”. That would hold him over until the next time. Meanwhile Cindy’s hatred for me grows every day. About two weeks before Mike died, he and I were standing outside when Cindy decided to join us so she could rant at me personally. I was shocked at just how delusional she was. Everything I said was met with ”you’re a f***in’ liar”. Her rant grew more and more bizarre. The paranoia became more and more evident. One of the crazier accusations was when she accused me of wanting to steal her house. As proof she stated that I said I told her to get the f*** out or get out of here. In fact these are statements that I make to cats who try to steal other food I’ve put out for other cats! That continued for a while until I finally had had enough. She had absolutely no interest in listening to reason. I stopped talking. She continued calling me every bad name under the sun. She claimed I was a very “hateful” person even though I go out of my NOT to talk to here. This, coming from one of the most hateful, nastiest people I have ever met. About two weeks later I was standing outside when Mike came out. She was constantly screaming and belittling him whether it included me or not. On that occasion, all he said to me was, “shes’ going to kill me”! A week later he was dead. Anyway, after the rant ended, I immediately went online and researched “paranoid delusions”. Of the several articles, I read, all had one thing in common. All said that, in the case of paranoid delusions, the person expressing the seemingly crazy thoughts  usually believes them to be true and that trying to reason with them or say anything that makes sense will almost certainly be a fools errand. They actually believe what they are saying. Mike admitted once that Cindy used to see a psychiatrist but, for whatever reason, she stopped seeing him and he needed to find her another. At this moment she is on the drug asenapine. A powerful anti-schizophrenic medication also used for symptoms of psychotic (mental) disorders. Also, a few weeks before Mike died, she was screaming at him literally for hours. During that rant, she said “I loved Rosemary” Rosemary was my mother, “how the f*** did she give birth to him? The wrong one died”. That was the first time that anyone actually wished me dead! While on that subject, about a year or so ago, I was standing at the kitchen sink when Cindys’ daughter Madeline approached to show me the bruises and scratches she received from her mother. Madeline is emotionally stunted and behaves more like small child that a 45 year old woman. This was the 4-5 time that Madeline was showing me her battle scars. I instinctively said maybe she should be arrested. Madeline then said something to her mother. A short time later I was walking through the kitchen when Cindy spun around and growled “That’s right…I hate your f***ing guts”. Words that are burned into my psyche forever! When I told Mike what she had said, Mike matter-of-factly said: “yeah she says that all the time”. Frankly I still can’t believe it. These are just a few instances. There have been many others. Now, that Mike is gone, his heroin addict daughter has assumed control of just about everything making new and wackier paranoid decisions every day. Removing all extension cords for example. Where once there was light, now there is darkness. As I type this Cindy is screaming for Madeline. I don’t mean yelling, I mean screaming like a banshee! Just like she does every day. Once she starts screaming it goes on and on. Back to the addict daughter Gabrielle. The paranoia shows it’s ugly face every day. Locks have been installed all over the place. I’m now locked out of mikes’ workshop and shed, that I built, making it impossible for me to do anything. Just about a week ago, knowing that some of my tools were still in the workshop, she elected to lock the door and post a crazy sign that I should make an appointment if I wanted to get them back. I easily opened the door, with a putty knife, as I had when Mike accidentally locked himself out, and she went berserk. I watched her use paranoid driven child psychology on Mike, for years, to get her own way. It worked with him because he desperately wanted his little girl back. It doesn’t work on me! First she called the police on me and no more than an hour later she had an eviction notice served on me! Mike had confided in me that Cindy had wanted to evict me for a long time but he took a stand and told her “absolutely not!” Then, of course, Cindy went nuts as well screaming that I had broke down the workshop door. When I tried to explain that I broke nothing she started screaming “You’re a f***in’ liar” over and over again, and yes, she does speak that way all day, every day.
So finally, the reason for the urgency. I must get the hell out of here! Once again, I have no place to go. Folks seem to think that all one must do is sign up for welfare and you get whatever you need. NOT SO! I’ve never paid anything into Social Security so am eligible for very little. They want me to move into public housing. Anything as long as I’m gone. Public housing is where I found my father dead back in the 1980’s. A few months later a friend’s mother, who occupied a unit in the same building, was found dead. A few years later, an old friend of mine, who occupied a unit in the same complex, was found dead, by his son. I will not simply occupy a space and wait to die. I’d much rather just do it myself!
In my late teens and twenties, I had opportunities to move from my grandparents’ home. My grandparents literally begged me to stay, so I did. After my grandfather died, my grandmother once again begged me to stay. She was terrified of ending up in a nursing home, just waiting to die! After she passed my mother got the house. She suffered from the devastating troubles that long term diabetes brings. I cared for her full time, for more than a dozen years, until she died in 2000. It’s been an interesting life but not very profitable. After having lived a lifetime, of people not giving a f***, I am understandably not optimistic. I have no rich relatives and those who are still alive are dropping like flies! 
I’ve always said that, as horrific as the living conditions are, they could always get worse! If there is anything I’ve learned from living a lifetime, in the East End of Bridgeport Connecticut, that’s it! That’s exactly what happened in February of 2019 when they got much, much worse. That’s when Warren Buffet moved in to the Julian lot across the street in the form of his Bushwick Metals LLC, a possession of Mr. Buffet and his Berkshire Hathaway Company. I just located a letter that I composed, at that time, to include with some YouTube videos. I’m including it to illustrate just how much things got worse with the arrival of Mr. Buffet.
“Here is yet another video of the latest filthy pigs that have illegally invaded my neighborhood! The company is Bushwick Metals LLC, headquartered in Shelton and operating here in Bridgeport, Ct They moved in about five weeks ago, just in time for Black History Month and have been running more than100 tractor-trailer trucks, A DAY, in and out of the lot across the street from my home, 24 HOURS A DAY! The trucks in this video are owned by Bushwick sub-contractor Navarro Trucking but Bushwick uses several other companies as well as there own vehicles to haul steel, poison our community and then threaten violence against those of us who take a stand against them. The lot is owned by Dominic Julian, of Anthony Julian Railroad Const. Mr. Julian is responsible for poisoning my neighborhood for over 30 years and for torturing my grandmother, in her final years, and the premature deaths of both my grandmother and my mother! Mine is a predominantly African-American community and, with well over thirty years of experience trying to make our neighborhood a safer place to live, I can say, WITHOUT A DOUBT, that here in my East End neighborhood, and countless others like it across this country, BLACK LIVES DON'T MATTER and if you happen to be poor Caucasian, Latino, Asian, Native American or of any other ethnic persuasion your lives and the lives of your family DON'T MEAN S**T EITHER! We are nothing more than the military equivalent of COLLATERAL DAMAGE! Just like in Flint, Michigan, where mother's watched as their children were poisoned by LEAD in their water, permanently damaging their lives, while water co., local and state officials and even federal officials LIED THEIR ASSES OFF, claiming there was no danger and went out of their way to try to discredit those who were screaming out for help, so goes my Bridgeport neighborhood! Here in Bridgeport, white dirt piles are literally more important than black lives! The parallels between Flint and Bridgeport are stunning! Local and state (DEEP) officials have LIED THEIR ASSES OFF as well, by publicly trying to discredit my efforts to protect my community! Local and state officials have ALWAYS been the BIGGEST obstacles to the Health, Safety and Welfare of my neighborhood and, thanks to them, the nightmarish conditions have only gotten worse AS EVIDENCED IN THIS VIDEO! What you see in this video is, by far, the worst confrontation yet! Navarro Thug driver #1 pulled out of the lot, stirring up a massive cloud of toxic dust, then parks his truck right outside my front door leaving the engine running OF COURSE! As he exits the truck I yell to him that I'm trying to breathe in here and that he's filling my house with diesel fumes, not to mention the toxic dust! He responds by yelling back "F*** YOU MOTHER-F***ER" and "SUCK MY D***" amongst other familiar phrases. Then, after some back and forth yelling, he decides to "call me out" thereby threatening physical violence on top of the environmental violence he's already caused! The video, shot here on Seaview Ave., begins after Thug 1 walks over and into the lot, to guide Thug 2 out and actually instructs the guy to drive up onto the already broken sidewalk. Then, after Thug 2 pulls out into the street he decides to jump out of his truck to do a little verbal harassing as well! The business next door has asked them to keep off of the sidewalk but, as you can see, these jackasses couldn't care less! And yes, that's me yelling on the bull-horn but, after more than three decades of this crap, I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE PISSED OFF! Yelling is the VERY LEAST I can do, to demonstrate my intense anger and frustration, especially when you consider that local and state officials as well as corrupt elements within the Bridgeport police and Fire departments have long been part of the problem rather than the solution! And who do you think is ultimately responsible for this latest violent, assault and threats to me and on my neighborhood? The owner of Bushwick right? That would be none other than WARREN BUFFET, the third richest man on the planet! He and his company Berkshire Hathaway owns Bushwick. If he wants to own companies that practice such extreme Environmental Racist policies and hire truck driving thugs who think nothing of threatening the same local residents that they are systematically poisoning then Warren Buffet must get the credit and take responsibility or add Violent, Environmental Racist to his personal resume! This violent form of Environmental Racism MUST END so, Mr. Buffet, how about stepping up and start that ball rolling by ending your poisoning of me and my neighbors so that others might follow by example or is yours LITERALLY an ANYTHING FOR MONEY philosophy?”

I would very much like to invite Mr. Buffet to help to undue the terrible injustice that has been my life. I would like Mr. Buffet to donate, to me, the sum of 100th of one percent of his mind-boggling fortune. Granted, even for someone with such an unbelievable fortune, parting with even a small fraction would be very unlikely. I’m asking anyway. 100th of one percent would not even be noticed in the face of such wealth. In addition to helping me financially I would like to be so bold as to ask Mr. Buffet to do a complete audit of all his holdings to determine which of them contribute to Environmental Racism and either repair or eliminate them from his holdings. We will NEVER see a reduction in this environmental nightmare until the rich, in this country, take some bold steps to begin the reduction. These environmental policies are foundational issues. Without a serious effort to reduce these basic problems, the big problems, related to racism in this country, aren’t going anywhere! There are plenty of laws out there specifically designed to protect us all but unless some serious effort is made to apply them to those of us who need them the most NOTHING is going to change.
There are many things I would spend the money on. First and foremost, I need a home for myself and my remaining animal family, far from the hell that is Bridgeport Connecticut. I also need some quality health insurance. For the first time in my life, when someone asks “How are You” I’d like to be able to say “Good” and mean it. What I would very much like to do is create some funds for those who have to make the choice to euthanize their animal family members due to the insane cost of animal care. Many years ago, at around midnight, I looked out the back door to find a completely emaciated dog eating some cat food the I maintained at the foot of my back stairs. Add to that he had been badly injured from having been attacked by another dog. He looked as if he had been acquired by some human monster and left to suffer for his entire life. He was covered with feces and his feet were burnt from sitting in urine. There was no way I could turn my back so I gathered him up and took him to the Emergency Veterinary Hospital. An institution known for it’s cruelly high cost. His bill was well over $5000.00. If I hadn’t had a credit card it would have been a death sentence. For another lady and her young son, that is exactly what it was. Their beloved dog had been seriously injured and they had to make the horrible decision to let their friend go because they didn’t have the money for treatment. If my credit card hadn’t been maxed out, at the time, I probably would have paid for it myself. No one should have to make that decision! The hospital policy is a no pay no service policy. Of course, if Mr. Buffet declines to provide assistance, there are countless folks out there who, for whatever reason, have far more than they will ever need. Anyone, in that group, is free to help.

Have you any idea what it’s like to hope that the next time you doze off you won’t wake up? That’s how I’ve felt for decades. Only my animal family have kept me going! You have to realize that every time a city or state official turned their backs on me, my family and my neighborhood, every time were poisoned by the toxic asphalt fumes, every time we were poisoned by the toxic diesel fumes or clouds of dust from the hundreds of tractor trailer trucks that passed daily in addition to the countless other toxic daily exposures. Every one of the hundreds of thousands of exposures were a reminder of just how little my life, my familys’ lives and the lives of all my neighbors are really worth. I say f*** you to all those who caused the suffering or turned their backs when we needed help. You can see why optimism is in such short supply. I’ve never been one to ask for help but I’m asking now! I’ve been having pains in the left side of my chest and last week I dropped something very heavy on my left foot. It’s very swollen and my toes have blackened. When Cindy was screaming over the cellar door incident, she made it clear that she believes I’m faking any heath issues and she didn’t care if I lived under a bridge. If I don’t get any help, this time around, what’s left of my life will certainly be cut short.
Well, I guess that’s enough for now.