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Tuesday, September 23, 2014

The Homeless I Helped

I guess it's about time for me to talk of the homeless people I helped out since I moved here.  I would like to say that I stopped since getting a warning from my landlord.

Well when I first moved here I head to the store to pick up a few things.  I first helped this chick Misty Mae Perry...


That night I offer her help with shelter, she begs me to help other.

The second person I helped that night was someone called Zim.  He only spent one night here and I've seen him around from time to time.  I think in August of 2014 he finally got a roof over his head.

So I'm still helping Misty and I sort of digged her.  The most extreme offers I made was that of cuddles/cuddling.  LOL, she said she'll find someone to cuddle with me.  I'll get back to that later.

She ended up bringing over this other guy named Kevin Robert Phelps...


Of course she ends up cuddling with him...  which sort of bothered me since it's been hundreds of days for me and go figure, "karma".  At the time I had extra cash on me and I would at times take people out to eat which is a luxury I am rarely awarded and I would share my smokes with them and also give money to run to the thrift store.  Kevin ended up "losing" $80 I gave him, since I didn't have a red card when I first got here I got ass-raped by people totally ripping me off.  He even stole weed from me as I noticed him by my desk a few times where I usually keep it.

Later Misty brings over this chick Danielle H...


So since she said she'll bring someone over to cuddle with I got excited.  However Dani had an odd story about how she was recently kidnapped by her ex I think and raped.  So pushing cuddles on her might of been too much so I didn't.  

I was helping those three people at one time for weeks/months.  Kevin disappeared, likely got arrested for trying to steal shit.  He would talk about shit like that all the time.  Misty I learned was a meth-head and a major tweak, she ended up bailing on me to stay at a nicer place.  So it was just Dani and I.  One night they did head out somewhere, Misty and Dani and when they didn't return the following day I was extremely worried, the story of her being kidnapped.  I was a bit pissed off since I had to deal with the pigs or try to deal with them.  Never telling me I need their birthdays to file a missing person.  They left on a Saturday and they didn't get in touch with me until Monday but I was texting shit like I'm gonna file a missing person...

I made a mistake and I was super pissed off of how they didn't have the kindness to give me the peace of mind and inform me.  Still mostly my fault I ended up kicking Dani out saying how I couldn't deal with the drama.

The fifth person I helped out was Marcus Bryant.  I had a craigslist ad offering help to others in need.  I would of course charge $50 a week whenever you can pay for it and replace what you use, plus other shit like how this is not a party place.  After a week of helping him and this is in the dead of winter he says he has a friend that needs help.  She I pick up this other chick, Sandy Bailey at a 7-11...



Marcus had a job and he needed to wait until he got paid before he can pay me.  So the coming second or third week, that Friday was payday for him, and so he disappears on Thursday.  Another person with a meth issue as I later saw him and he said he had a friend in need that was hooked on meth and she needed help.  I thought to myself BS!  He was gone and made no contact for like over a month!

Sandy had a meth issue as well.  She text me "I'm gonna get you spun" and my first thoughts was like, omg is she bringing someone over to cuddle with?!  But then I used the internet to learn what spun means and of course it a term used by meth-heads.  Ugggg.  She even broke my laptop I let homeless people use to look for work or be entertained.  She would drink often and throw up every night she was here.  At the end when I said she couldn't stay here anymore she threatened to go to my landlord about me helping others and blamed her falling on my laptop breaking the screen on me!  Fucking cunt!

I also ended up helping this person Joey for a short week during my time helping Marcus and mostly Sandy.  I carried her for almost two months and she didn't pay me shit... in da winter.  Joey was pretty much the only person that gave me %100 of what I asked for.

Now, I also offered a place to shower or cook something.  I've had a few people other for that, Dan, Liz, and three others, I can't remember their names.

I helped out this nice couple for a few days, Joe and Trisha, I might be mistaken on the ladies name.  They got me some food for helping them which was nice of them.  Also there was this guy names Dominic that stayed one day here and paid me $80 for it.  O.o  

Then there was this older guy name Gary Griego.  He was here for 6 weeks, but he only paid me $150.  I learned he had a cocaine problem and I was going to kick him out when he paid me for the week but he left the day before he usually pays me.  

I had a bed beg issue at that time and maybe he was the cause of it all.  Thankfully I was paranoid enough to keep them contained to just my apartment but after a few days of mass-vacuuming I would notice them making a new nest.  Grrrr, so I had the place bombed and haven't seen one since.  

I did help out a few other people after the bed bugs but I had new rules.  Like putting your shit in bags and out on the balcony.

I had sent out a few messages to a few people looking for help.  Normally people don't reply so I sent out a few, but they all replied.  Two couples at once, oh my.  One couple I said can really only stay a short while, like days.  That was Jeremy and Christa as they showed up after John and Ashley showed up.  John and Ashley had a kid on the way.

Now about Jeremy and Christa, they tried to shoplift at a store across the street of where I live, and I even mentioned something about not going there to cause trouble as I was trying to get a job there.  They did it the last day there were allowed to stay here.

Johnathon Michael Field and Ashley Nokole Michl were made homeless because they got caught having sex and so like good Christian family they kick them out of their lives, because family values or whatever.  Of course they got more action in my place, everyone has.  They bailed on me on the second week and I pretty much left them alone to fuck like monkeys all the time in a massive walk-in closet.  So I don't know what the problem was.  I said I was relying on them to help me pay an electric disconnect bill of $50 and at that time I charge people $60 a week.  So they bailed but I usually always have a plan and figure that bill stuff out.

Misty did show up and I forget if it was before or after the two couples.  She said she got off meth and was trying to better herself.  She also was feeling me up that day she came back.  But then we couldn't fuck because she didn't have cocaine...  she stay a couple days and even tried to cuddle with me but would tweak out and scream "DON'T TOUCH ME!" when I wasn't feeling her up, it was like my head on the side of her head and then she would a second or two after yelling at me would say "Sorry, sorry!"  Just grrrrr, and yeah two days of what felt like black-balls.  Then she disappeared and I haven't seen her since and I can careless at this point.

I stopped helping people in July and since I have felt a bit better.  Having odd people around all the time sort of makes me feel uncomfy.  Which is another reason why I would charge people to stay here.  At least give me money to buy smokes to deal with your presence...

I think that is about a dozen, a little more or a little less.  I haven't counted them all up.  

So yeah, I think I'll have to help people like that in other ways.  

We all make mistakes and sometimes I need to make the same mistake a few times just to be sure.  :p

-Presifundent



This is my neighbor that was bitching about me constantly while also pretending to be my "friend"...  beware of Charles...  I saw him running from my car the night my windshield got bashed in and my tire fucked up.  He would talk shit about other neighbors of mine, so likely he talks shit about me.  The group of neighbors he gossips to act all weird around me.  Can't hide body language that easily...



Update:  I did also help this extremely annoying homeless person when I was helping Gary out.  Maryann Louis.  I only offered her a place to shower but she did stay a couple nights.  Almost everything she did bothered me, from not covering her coughs which a week later got me super sick, to of course smoking all my smokables.  Even when I was like this is your last cigarette she would pester me for more.  Even her sipping coffee was bothering to me.  Super loud and long sips... omg.  

Also when I stopped helping the homeless with shelter I also stopped helping others like Charles.  Charles got real mad too saying "I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" then being the tricky bitch he is he did get me to help him a few more times.  People like this are no good.  He does seem to have people on his side where I live but what they seem to fail to realize that he'll turn on them in a heartbeat.  So again, people like Charles are no good.  I can't believe the fuck-tard still lives here.  Almost everyone I talk with here has a bad story about him and they wonder the same thing.  Everyone but the crowd he hangs out with.  

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Presifundent Zelda Card


For my birthday I put a few glow sticks on the ground at my place.  Had to make a sign to warn not to eat and no one under 3...








Monday, September 15, 2014

On Running For Office

I would need to say a few things about thing whole running for office in the 20's.  I'm sort of recovery from drama and trauma that I've been bitching about lately.  Sorry folks, it's sort of hard for me to snap out of all of it.  Especially when I go at it alone all the time.  So let me rant a bit on running for office.

Firstly, all I need to be is 35 years-old and a natural born Citizen of the US.  Trust me I aced the Constitution test in high school.  I might not be able to repeat that now, but give me a week or two with one helpful supportive person and I bet I would be able to do it again.  Wow!  That gives me an idea...   You know, I could challenge other politicians with a live streamed to the world test.  Wouldn't you like that America?  I like that shit, I'm gonna have to write that one down...

Second, what of strategy?  Well I think being myself is a plus.  I'm a super empathetic person, naturally.  I use to help out the less fortunate when I was younger and still do.

I'll also love and am doing things completely different.  My coupons for example in the previous post.  Do something nice for da ladies even if they aren't mine.  They can still give the coupons to their lover.  The other side sounds like a crazy thing I'm trying to get ya to do but it really does work if you check it out.  I say shit like that because it sounds crazy, but isn't.  Which got me in trouble with a shitty ass mental health eval...  I'll get into that shit later.

Oh, plus getting the ladies on my side first is part of my strategy.  My mental experiments tell me that strategy and others are winners.  Crazy or ambitious... maybe too early to tell still.  I don't know.  I don't think I'm crazy and I'm super good at self assessment.  I would personally think it's ambitious and I've had nothing but punishment for wanting to do such a thing...

People might say after what all has happened to me in 2012-2013, why even bother?

Well, to that person I would say...   I'm not going to stop my dreams and not be myself over some bullshit.  Or let me put it another way, what if you get arrested for shit you never did and had your life all messed up for two years (for stuff you never did), would you just give up on your dreams and not be yourself?  I'm gonna guess no.

So yeah, what happened in 2012-2013...  I jabbed at my shoulder, my grandma had a delusion I shook my fist at her, I was arrested and jailed for three weeks at first.  Forced mental health treatments for shit I never had which made me want to die everyday for that year I was force by a shitty court to take it.  Plus I was punished for not taking them when I was and I even saved my grandma's life just about a week before they sent me back to jail a second time for the same crime I never did.  Then I was attacked by my fucked up family in March of 2013 and I even recorded it since so much fucked up shit happens to me and no one ever believes me... pigs did shit for me but they'll fuck me over a hear-say.  Then two days after attacking me my family that attacked me, my mom and her boy friend issued an OOP against me and threw my grandma's name on it making me homeless again.  Not even my brother or sister has said what happened to me was wrong.  Even my father's sister side said I deserved it all.  I took care of my grandma.  Drove her to places, got her shit, did my best to not manipulate her and did my best to get her to think for herself as I realized she has brain issues.  Even bought her a Wii to help her brain out...   my family never took care of her or even my cat after fucking me in 12-13.  My cat that is the only thing I didn't lose was riddled with knots.  WTF, can't even pet him.  To top that all off after I was attacked and pigs did nothing about it but they helped advise my mom on getting the unjust order of protection that made me homeless, they sent me back to jail for a third time for a couple weeks.  Ya know, because I don't watch softcore porn America, but I don't mind if you do!

Look this shit is like trying to sum up the original star wars trilogy, with the prequel ones, and also the upcoming trilogy.  A lot of shit happened and I'll hopefully get to all of it on my blog one day.

I would like to say one last thing about the good things I randomly do for others.  Look, you can still hate me but take the gifts and enjoy and hey, you don't need to like me personally to vote for me one day.  Thank you for reading Citizens.

-Presifundent  

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Thursday, August 28, 2014

In a Dozen Seconds

In a Dozen Seconds

I tend to be really bad with dates and names. This includes birthdays also. A few months before my fathers death in July of 2004 my family went out to eat at a place called Outback Steakhouse in Villa Park Illinois off of Roosevelt road near or next to Summit road. I think it was my greedy-ass mothers birthday. I know Pamela Borra, my grandma Betty Demarchi, my brother David Borra and the last good Borra, my father Victor Angelo Borra was there. My sister Nicole King

After placing our orders and I think we might of even gotten the appetizers. My father started to twitch his neck. I think it was from his facing forward to the left and he kept doing that repeatedly. At first thought I thought it was some sort of Michael Jackson joke. This changed after a few more twitches I realized that he was really having an issue.

The only thing I could think of was to screw with his brain signals. I was on the inside of the booth we sat at. My grandma was blocking the way out. I even asked her to “Get the fuck out of the way!” she was moving extremely slow as she usually does. I ended up jumped over the booth seats into the people that were next to us. I then rushed got a napkin and dunked it into a cold glass of ice water. I even grabbed a few ice cubes. I then held it to my father's neck (the back of the neck, the spine) for a few seconds and the twitching stopped.

He thank me, and I would say no problem to the last good Borra, my father Victor Angelo Borra

I did this in under a dozen seconds. It was my first proper reaction.

Some of the doctors said that I could of hurt my father, but he kept mentioning that what I did helped. He had a tumor on the outer part of his brain. He got it removed and the cancer treatments seemed to be going well, until it suddenly over took his entire body. It was that day at Outback Steakhouse that we first learned of that tumor.

All I did was a reaction. Sure I told my grandma to get the fuck out of the way, although I'm sure I asked nicely first until I resorted to the get the fuck out of the way. She was moving extremely slow. Her reaction timing to everything is super slow. She'll be the first one out in dodge ball, is what I'm saying.

But in a dozen seconds with no medical training I did what I thought was best. Fuck with the brain signals since his brain seems to be on an odd loop.


I just thought I would share a somewhat positive story. Instead of all the constant bullshit I'm currently and am always dealing with.

I think they charged us for the meal also, which might mean we were a bit further along with the meal than I recall.  I'm not that upset by the bill, but of all the times to let a bill go, it's when a customer leaves in an ambulance.  It's mainly a complaint from my bitch greedy ass mother, Pamela Borra.