Jason Blantz, my therapist, who is a nurse practitioner of psychiatry at Urban Housing and Health, at 234 Eddy Street in San Francisco, I have been seeing since October of 2004. He received his degree in psychiatry at Everest Community College in San Francisco.
At one of me and Mr. Blantz's first meetings I told him I wanted to talk about the 'underground' and the 'drug culture' in his city and he refused to entertain the idea. I found this most disturbing because Mr. Blantz is from the Bay Area. I asked numerous times and he adamantly avoided any and all request to talk about these two subjects.
After living at the Royan Hotel on the corner of 15th and Valencia Streets I moved out because of the behavior of the manager a Ms. Leona Luckett, she is an afro-american, and seemed to get along with the blacks in the hotel but seemed to have a little attitude problem with me, so rather than have this daily pain-in-my-ass, I decided to move.
The next residence I had was at the Apollo Hotel at 422 Valencia Street, where Ms. Jilian Clack is a case-manager for the San Francisco City Government, City-Wide Roving Team, and Charles Jones was the manager.
At the interview for the hotel I found Mr. Jones to be a pompous asshole, and guess what, he also was a black man. I found it most interesting that both of these hotel managers were black and had an immediate disliking to me.
Come to find out Mr. Charles Jones is an ex-crackhead from the Tenderloin area of the city. Hmmm, I understand where his bad attitude came from.
For the two years almost, between my to SRO (single-room occupancy) hotels, I had found a hobby that I found very therapeutic, and that was building bicycles. I had three storage bins and I built bikes for some of the more unfortunate individuals in the city. Most of these individuals hung around the public library's main branch. These people were avid users of drugs, especially methamphetamine, which is rampant in the city of San Francisco.
Methamphetamine is used in the porn business to enhance the sexual experience and to get the more addictive individuals into a life of drug addiction and sexual promiscuity, which is used by their pimps as a source of income.
When I started building bikes I found them to be a great reliever of stress, which I suffer from, and anxiety attacks. I also drank for about 30 years and have had 17 DUI tickets. I have never had an alcohol related accident, but that DOES NOT excuse the illegal behavior, of drinking and driving.
My friends, like Phillip Streigel, Michael Fell, Danielle Williams, George Parker, Forrest Camroon, Tobias, Josea, Rocky, and other that hung around the public library, had individuals that were stealing my bikes at an alarming rate and I couldn't understand why these individuals were approaching me, one right after another and asking about purchasing bikes and would ask to ride or borrow them and never return with them. Well come to find out the second largest thing shipped out of the Bay Area besides drugs, were bicycles.
After working for years as a mechanic and a machinist and millwright, I had a knowledge of mathematics and mechanics that combined with my "common-sense" gave me quite a competitive edge, better than most of the drug addicts and book worms of the Bay Area.
The individuals of the Bay Area had quite a competitive edge over me with their "network" of communication. I found it rather weird that these individuals seemed to talk to themselves on numerous occasions and what I found to my amazement was, that ALL of the individuals of the Bay Area, have "audio communications implants" in them. And after one of them stoled one of my bikes, I would have nothing to do with that particular individual, but here come another one...hmmmmm?
When I brought this up to my therapist, Jason Blantz's, he tried to dismiss it as a "psychotic episode" off the poison dope of the drug dealers, that sell it the streets of this city. When I told Mr. Blantz that I could assure him I was not having a "psychotic episode" and got extremely irritated at his assumptions that I would go to the police and ask them if he did not tell me "whom" these individuals are....he stated, "Jack, you are noticing too much". What I realized this is the CONSPIRACY THEORY that is documented in numerous articles, web pages and books, that I have read about since the mid 70's. Mr. Blantz finally confessed that these individuals, the ones with the audio implants, were the "live-in-the-moment, self-indigents" of the Bay Area...THE CHRONIC, NO-INCOME, FELONIOUS, NON-SSI DRAWING, AMATEUR PORN-STAR, SPEED USING METH-HEADS.
What these people found amazing was, that unlike the "tweekers" in the hood, whom would take a brand new bike and have it completely torn apart within an hour because of the methamphetamine they had done, I would take a junk bike in disrepair and I would repair it and have it in perfect running condition in a matter of minutes. I can take a bare bike frame, and if I have the parts, I can completely assemble a bike and have it in perfect running condition in about one hour or less.
What I found amazing was even as fast as I could build the bikes they were being stolen at an alarming rate....well a couple sympathetic people told me that "my" bikes were worth about $2,000.00 to $3,000.00 in foreign countries, like the Philippines, Korea, Sri Lanka, Venezuela, El Salvador and others, and that the ASIAN & MEXICAN MAFIA were taking one of my bikes as carry-on luggage, back home and they could sell it and finance their entire trip with one of my bikes.
One time after numerous attempts of these individual breaking into my room at the Apollo Hotel, I told Ms. Jilian Clark that if they tried to break in and steal anymore of my stuff I would destroy it and throw it in the trash.
I found a 6 horsepower portable generator in my room moved over to the window and they trying to lift it up to the roof and steal it, I had had enough and was going to come good on my threat.
I took the generator apart, which was in perfect running condition except for a missing fuel tank, and drilled four holes in the top of the piston and put it back together so you could not tell it was damaged. Then I went down and told, George, the desk clerk that he should go look in the "recycle" bin on the 4th floor, and check out the generator.
About an hour later when I came down to smoke a blunt out in front of the building I found a city government white Ford at the curb, with the truck lid ajar and my generator sitting on the curb, directly behind the car....hmmmmmmmmmm?
Come to find out the funding company for the Apollo Hotel is Edison Capital Investments, who is on the guestbook of the infamous BOHEMIAN GROVE, a 2,700 acre compound, 75 miles north of San Francisco, near Petaluma, that has been known to be frequented by the financial "puppet masters" of the worlds finances and is currently, in my opinion, trying to over-throw our government.
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