Surprise...Surprise...Surprise...

Oakland County Justice
I received a certified letter yesterday from Oakland County Reimbursement.  The UPS man failed to successfully hand it to me personally, and left a little yellow note in the mailbox for me to pick it up at the post office.  It just so happen to be the post office down the street from Steve's old residence and  he has a Personal Protection Order for me not to come near.  I'm sure that they'll have their undercover snitches and helpers make sure to see if I float down the street.  I never go that way, or near that way accept by way of Telegraph.  Although, I know that Huron is farther away than 500 feet from his old place of residence.  I looked it up on Google when I was on parole and tether.  Orchard Lake and Telegraph are also safe, but since the new contact could create a whole new case that would make me look stupid; I stay away.  I don't use my favorite cleaners,I go to Bloomfield Hills for stamps and stuff, and only with irresistible cravings do I eat at Ocean City!

Tomorrow, however, I'll risk it and pick-up my letter.  Since it is a certified letter, I'm sure that it has a threat of jail in it.  I'm not sure why they would have sent me a letter all of a sudden asking for their money.  Then I remembered my post about "Sex and the Oakland County Jail".  I mentioned a name, and if when I walk in their office tomorrow and I'm arrested, I will send a letter that won't only name names, but places and times.  I'm no longer playing with these people who have a badge and think they can run your life, throw you in jail and prison, harass you and think that you are so afraid that you will keep their secrets.  I'm in no mood after being thrown out of school, messing up my four year plan, sitting around the house doing nothing; for nothing.

It also isn't any secret that I went to Detroit last Monday and visited the McNamara Building.  I saw a rather young ad inept FBI Agent who told me that the FBI didn't deal with my type of issues.  These people are dumb enough to believe that is true, and they are also dumb enough to think what I say about them doesn't count.  They have sent this letter to me, in an attempt to put me in jail and torture me some more.  I'm not going to cry, because I know these men have no clue about what they are in the midst of, and my ignorance should give them a clue of how deep it really is.  One thing I've found out about these people, they think they have so much power, because there are so many of them.

Did I mention that many of the Deputies that work at Oakland County are thigh high in the crookedness that spreads through Pontiac, Waterford and the Oakland County Sheriff's Department?  They want to be cops and a man, a man who is a very dear friend of mine, but whose wife was employed with the County's Personell Department is more than likely the reason they are there.  We are buddies and I love him dearly, but he is also up to his neck in this mess.  It's a bunch of them who are young, old, nice and mean and everything in between.

I had been instructed to buy bridal magazines, hire planners and look at new furniture.  This of course to smoke them out.  Some of them hid before, but there is obviously some of them left.  They believe that if they put me in jail enough time for nothing three things will hopefully happen.  One, I will turn gay, or two I will get so angry at Steve I will leave him forever or lastly, they could send me to prison forever.  I know the last is a stretch, but you can commit crimes unto being there forever in jail.  Think about it.  Whatever happens on tomorrow, I'm not going to cry, get angry or regret it, because when this is all over I will be rich.  Not filthy rich, but if I invest properly; rich enough.  All of this on the backs of people who thought they were hurting me, but who in reality are destroying themselves.

I swore to that if I ever went to jail again things would change, and I mean that.  The gripping reality of it all, however, is that I don't have a job.  I don't have a job, neither do I have any money to pay.  My biggest question is this:

How do you throw someone in prison, make them a convicted felon, send them back into society with a record during the worst time in economic history and expect them to get a job?

People are not hiring felons when their are people with degrees applying for entry levels jobs.  Besides, I thought there was no debtor prisons in America.  You mean I can go to jail for owing money?  Wow, and I'm at a loss for words.  I owe around $3,000; I think.  I'm not sure, but I paid some while I was in prison.  Now I've been given this weekend to type out all my woes.  To tell the people who are following me that I maybe I won't be here for a few days.  I'm not sure how long I might be gone, neither do I know for sure, if I will be going.  I do know that the last time I bought bridal magazines and they thought that I was marrying Steve, I went to jail and then to prison.  There are so many of them, I never know who sees me when and doing what.  I do know that come Friday, Pontiac will lose a lot of officers.  So, I doubt if it's any of them.  Why would they care what I'm doing?  They no longer have a job and are no longer in the game.  This is the Oakland County Sheriff's trying to make me suffer.  And Paul McDougal hoping for a last hoorah.  But they fail to realize the strength of mind that I have.  I hope they plan to have a lot of help in there; because I always do.

Oh, I say this, because I always turn myself in.  I never run or hide, I never try to get my last good meal in.  I don't drink or use drugs, so when I hear that they are looking for me, I usually just show up at the police station, my parole office and ask who wants to speak to me.  I never put it off; there is no need.  I do know that on Monday when I saw the FBI Agent, I didn't have a warrant for my arrest.  They run a check on you.  I had nothing.  I haven't received a letter from the County in month, but I did tell all the faggoty and bulldagging secrets of the OCSD, and so I'm sure if jail is in my future they are the cause.  The letter is from Oakland County Reimbursement.  Duh!

This will be no shock to my system, but so sad for my future.  I really wanted to get married in July, and I really wanted so many things good to happen for my life.  I don't know what's worst, being led astray or eating jail house food for a time.  Those damn Bologna sandwiches leave a lot to be desired and the mystery meat leaves even more to be desired.  They slap tomato paste on everything and the last time I was there they weren't giving milk for breakfast.  Damn, like I said I'm glad I had this weekend.  I'm not sure why I didn't get a warrant in the mail.  I guess they wanted to make sure I got it or maybe it's not what I think it is.  Now that would be a surprise.  I'm going to have a lot to write about if they do send me back to jail.  I have a lot to think about tonight.

I have made myself so many promises and I hoped to keep them, but they kept one in the wings for them to fall back on.  I'm not sure how many people have been arrested for not paying their debt to the County, but it will be something I will be looking forward to finding out about.  People want the system in Oakland County to change, and if I go to jail tomorrow, they'll get just that.  Whew, I've surprised myself...I'm not even that upset.  I think I stopped doing that the second time I was arrested, and the time US Marshals arrested me at school...Well, that just numbed me for life.  Nothing is as demeaning as that; I don't think,  No, marrying the man who did all of this to you would be more demeaning.  Don't you think?

Well, let's hope that all the right people got arrested this week and last month and this year.  Let's hope this don't take too long, and let's hope when I'm there, if I go there, nobody says or does something stupid.  I will be writing about it all on this blog and this time, I'll be using names.  See ya tomorrow...I hope! :/