It's been a long day here in Texas. Caught up on some much needed rest and relaxation. In between bursts of constructive activity and nursing a headache.
Finally sent the feds a report on the money laundering scam I got caught up in. The cyber-stalker that gave me such a panic attack, I even scared the schools student services secretary. Kinda sad to think I got kicked out of school for panicking and opening my big fat mouth in frustration. In the words of the school administrator. "something something heresay, you're being irrational". Basterd.
Mr. Kupferschmit, if you're reading this. I'm sorry you have to work at a place that's invited an ADA lawsuit. I appreciate your calm understanding of any peculiar weirdness I exhibited. I can't say the entire MMI experience was a net negative. Because of instructors like Bruce and Zz.
Speaking of secretaries. It's kinda hard to believe, and I haven't heard from the one-of-two witnesses. But the front desk girl there has a phone number for a pest control operation that specializes in the human species. I'm not making this up. Gravity doesn't lie.
Of course, the faculty has no idea about her phone call. Without some especially long-lawful-arms to subpeona witness and take posession of the security footage. It's a sisyphean battle.
Seems these people can't tell the difference between a man in panic, and a man about to commit violent crime. To wit, I must say it's very difficult to commit any crime when you can't effing breathe! I was under the impression that the school worked to create safe spaces for the "snowflakes" (a pejorative term the admin also claims to know nothing about) - but it's really hard to feel safe on a campus when staff keep telling you to leave! Just sayin.
Upon further reflection, I am aware that I have been profiled. If not for my natural state of peculiarity, but for coping with medication withdrawls, extreme vigilance and bad case of run-away! The tattoos on my body, my patch collection, my tattoos, my associates (who are really fine and generous people I assure you all), the sound of my voice, and general preference to not associate with "toxic" males, maybe my religion too (since pagan is apparently another outlaw motorcycle gang). I have been stalked across the city. My shopping routines and pro-social actions interrupted by otherwise unassuming looking people. I was also informed that someone who liked me, prevented me being the victim of a hate crime. On top of everything else I'd already dealt with. Hopefully a call to the phoenix police gang task force can net some honest answers.
Having been accused of public drunkenness on campus, I feel that the faculty may be lacking in some awareness training. Being labeled a threat, or otherwise a "pest", certainly increases my motivation to fight this administration for all the rights listed under the ADA guidelines. I am not a lawyer, and people in my position generally can't afford one. My family certainly can't, not after spending upwards of $6000 to remotely support me on the edge of homelessness in the city of Phoenix.
If they're so worried about disturbing the veterans at the school, they should be really concerned about the man who raised me. King of the Pit in Ranger School. Charm Offensive in Panama. A real man with a plan for that canal. As much as he would like me to return to base, I know better. It is a depressing place to live and die.
Since I'm in Texas, I'm gonna visit my dear nanny at the nursing home. She's in the late stage of Alzheimer's disease. I've been warned that she won't recognize me or her daughter. She leaves behind a large portfolio of western oil paintings - one titled "still in trouble", that I wouldn't hesitate to use as a vinyl wrap on my bike!
Send that across the country on a race for neuroscience awareness huh? Yippee!
