Well, it is with a strange mixture of mild sadness and moderate exhilaration that I must tell you that my tenancy at the All Star Hotel is now finally over. I have been most certainly evicted by current management utilizing partial truths, mis-characterizations and outright lies. Alas however, when so accused and standing before jurors and the court, only the accusations are heard to the exclusion of any character evidence. It does not matter that you may have been a model tenant for the past thirteen years, only the accusations are discussed, true or not. You see the same thing happening with President Trump in the headlines right now. Just one faulty accusation after another leveled by lying, gang stalking gangsters.
The particulars of my eviction or, “unlawful detainer” judgement will only reflect the landlord’s point of view, I was told by my counsel that with the video presented of me kicking a chair, it was unwise to insist on a jury trial and that an agreement with a stipulated judgement was the way to go. Yeah, right. These agreements sometimes called “stay and behave” agreements (as opposed to a “pay and stay” for non-payment of rent) basically shackle you to the point where you can no longer be yourself and are forced to “walk on eggshells”. They basically set you up for failure. Add to that a bunch of gang stalking neighbors and your chances of lasting a whole year (the length of the agreement) drops drastically. I lasted one month. I may have been able to successfully abide by the rules of the agreement but then more holidays came and I acted out of character. These were the first holidays that I had to spend without my mom, she had been dead for less than one year. My final day in residence is Wednesday April 25th, when the SF County Sheriffs Dept. shows up to enforce.
I’ve been homeless three times before, the last time for five years. To me, this is no big deal at all and I am mildly excited. I have learned a great deal about how to survive on the streets since being here in San Francisco, my survival skills set is very robust. There are also far more resources available to the homeless than there ever were the last time I was without a roof. Staying clean, well fed and mobile has never been easier than before. I also have an income this time, money and not just a little. When I was homeless before I had none at all and I still managed to stay clean and healthy. People could not tell by just looking at me. This time around I have free transportation due to the SF Muni program for the disabled (yes I am disabled), a good bicycle, electric scooters for speedy or longer treks, a skateboard, roller blade skates, and taxi’s that I can afford. I am ethically opposed to Uber, lift and other such services so I will not be utilizing them, don’t need to anyway. Plenty of laundromats that I can afford, resource centers that have discounted or free washing machines, portable showers and money enough for a motel or hotel room when I really need one and many different places to eat either cheaply or completely free. I have a cell phone with internet hot-spot service for my laptop (I can stay both informed as well as connected), and there are even free workout gyms provided by the city (not that I can’t pay for a membership and their showers…) Yes, things are far different now than the last time I forsook four walls and a roof. Oh yea, plenty of shelters with food, laundry and showers too. Everything very familiar to a salty old dog like me.
What I’m trying to convey is that this is not so much a traumatic experience for me as much as an exciting escape and re-birth. If you’ve read much of my blog at all then you can see that I was very unhappy here, being constantly attacked by both management and it’s corrupt tenant minions. I had gotten used to the hardships of SRO living but not the criminality, poverty pimping and slumlord mentality. In an SRO you are most definitely just a number and more akin to the host of a parasite, both to management as well as the desperate tenancy itself. Just a whole dark atmosphere of the worst that humanity has to offer. Why do you think that so many people choose to live in tents rather than be inside one of these things. It runs like a prison or jail. Even though it’s just a wee bit traumatic and disruptive, I am so glad to finally be done with the place and am looking forward to a bright and positive future despite momentary transitional discomforts. I am so full of energy and a strange feeling of both calm and peace. I am not sad at all even though one neighbor actually choked up while lamenting my imminent departure. I felt more sorry for him than he did for me.
Unfortunately, my behavior did get a bit out of hand although when compared to others, was very mild. I did not hurt anyone and only damaged property. No one was injured and neither was it my intention (which is why it didn’t happen). My actions were born out of both grief and frustration at the loss of my mom and my seeming inability to effect substantial changes in the building. I am still free despite a few tenants best efforts by calling the police on me with lies. I did get into some criminal trouble on my own of the misdemeanor variety while outside the building , but those were all my own and had nothing to do with the All Star Hotel. Again, as with the hotel, only property was damaged by accident with neither malice nor intention. I just got sloppy and smashed into some vehicles. I did have insurance and the “victim” was made whole. The person who suffered the most damage was myself, in legal entanglements that may last quite a while. Oh well, when one door closes another door opens, your survival and success all depend upon your attitude and approach. You can’t control everything but you can control yourself, even if you did let go for a short period of time. I am very optimistic about the future despite my current difficulties because I have worked through these very same challenges in the past and emerged at the end smelling like a rose. I can make it with God’s help and guidance.
Finally, I end with this. I have long believed that my continued physical, bodily survival had depended upon my continued residency here, at the All Star Hotel. I have made some very powerful enemies during my activist days and I believe that they have been hesitant to really attack me so long as I lived here. The blow-back would have been too great. Now however, were some injury to befall me or were I to meet some sort of unnatural death (just like my mother and countless other innocents), blame would be much harder to assign to those who run the Tenderloin Housing Clinic and manage my former hotel, The All Star Hotel.
Since my eviction papers were filed, I have witnessed all manner of violent acts committed in the very places that I might frequent with troubling congruities. A mad man attacks an elderly couple on Bart with a knife, I used to legally open carry a knife and I too ride Bart sometimes. Another man attacks strangers on Bart with a machete, I too have legally open carried a machete as an exercise of the right. A right not exercised is a right eventually taken away. I carried mostly for this reason, not so much for self defense and I never cut anyone even though threatened. Yet another man went on an assault rifle rampage down a one block long street that I had lived on before having a bad breakup with my married girlfriend at the time. Yes, it was wrong but I was young, dumb and coming out of a nasty divorce myself, we were more clinging to each other than anything else. Doesn’t make it right but it is the truth. I have never consummated adultery again twenty six years later. Anyway, the narratives have been laid by the mainstream media so that I could be either set up or killed any number of ways and they would all look credible except that I would be innocent. The straw men have been suitably made to look like me and then burned so that were I to burn similarly, the execution would be applauded as a “me too” moment. First you assassinate the person’s character either legitimately or by substituting an effigy, a straw man, and then you actually assassinate the person themselves since they are now a “bad guy” and no one comes forth to oppose. I have been watching those bricks being violently laid.
In conclusion, I am looking forward to the future and see my situation as only yet another challenge that I am well able to overcome and I am not angry at all, only relieved. I have zero animosity towards anyone, am not suicidal at all and only want to move forward in a positive way. Yes, I inadvertently destroyed some property and yes, I got into misdemeanor criminal trouble because of my behavior but at fifty years old of a hard and varied life, none of this is anything I haven’t been through before. I am not sweating nor concerned at all about my ability to face and conquer my new challenges and I intend to fully comply with the court’s judgement. I’ve proven myself to be both resourceful as well as tenacious, I don’t quit and I don’t give up no matter what. I always complete the things I set out to do, more or less. Like I said, should I come up either seriously injured or dead in the future, it was not due to self infliction nor any of my own risky behavior, I will have been targeted and nullified by gang stalkers and elements of “the Deep State” due to my activism and speaking of truth to power.
If you should ever get in a tough spot yourself, get some sort of help before bad things start to happen. I didn’t react fast enough and had enemies waiting in the wings ready to take advantage of my momentary lapse in judgement. In my defense, I’m only human and do sometimes break down under great stress or grief. In fact, part of me thinks that I perform better under pressure and perhaps needed this kick in the pants to change direction and continue down the path God has affixed to my destiny. I’m not saying he did this too me, no no, what I’m saying is that all things work out for the best for those who love and seek God, however imperfect that seeker may be. This is why I’m paradoxically excited about my new future.
God bless and I’ll post from time to time if I’m still above ground and haven’t yet been murdered. And if I am murdered, please don’t look at my life as a failure or not worthwhile since you are actually reading about my story right now. If I have affected just one person then it has all been worthwhile. Taken on the whole, I think I’m a good example of the principles and deity to value and all men of principle throughout history have met the same fate at some point in their lives. Think of me as a Martyr rather than a victim. A slain martyr for Christian principles who finally stumbled at the last as opposed to a crazy loser pursuing worldly gain never to be achieved.
Yeah, think of me that way if you would… Thanks