Food Lion 817 Snow Hill Road Unit 1. Salisbury, MD 21804 410-742-8833. Store Hours Sun-Sat: 7:00 am-10:00 pm
The people did nothing to aid and assist me.
They watched me as I walked through the store,
doing nothing to aid or assist me.
I walked to another part of Salisbury, Maryland
- Now, this is going to become surreal -
to the Food Lion located at :
216 Nanticoke Rd. Salisbury, MD 21801 410-742-9225. Store Hours Sun-Sat: 7:
with the reactions of the people being the same there as it was at the location at SNOWHILL rOAD.
I had returned to use thre restroom,
and the people mocked me.
Remeber that I had mentioned - it did occur -
my passing out - and nearly dying -
just outside of the Food Lion
while the residents of Salisbury, Maryland
simply watched me suffer.
These people actually thought it was humorous that I could have died outside in these conditions; and,
this will only
- as it is stated in the United States -
"get better".
Would you like that sarcasm sprinkled with Irony or served with a side of Karma.
That is really and truly bad, yes?
Mmm Hmm.
Yes.
Oh, wait.
I also had to undergo a psychiatric evaluation today.
As a child, a grown man, six feet four inches in height,
would suspend me in the air
and beat me with a broom stick and then just drop me on the floor.
I should have died from that.
He would grab my skin and muscle, twisting and pinching it to the point
that I was bruised
purple and yellow
immediatly.
This went on for months.
For me to even be here to be able to communicate with you what has happened
shows positive and absolute proof
that Mother Nature and the Geat Spirit
- The two you call "The wife of God and God himself" -
actually exist.
Only God could keep me alive.
So,
if I am alive
then I am a child of creation
and,
a man of God.
I have to take a urine test twice a week.
I have to walk five miles at the minimum
in the cold
to urinate in a small cup.
I do not eat enough to do that trip and not have my health affected negatively by the stress and strain.
I no longer have food stamps /SNAP.
I have to pick up change from the sidewalk.
By the way,
I find and give away/donate
to people and causes that need it.
Twice in this case against me,
all of the public defenders
had different stories.
In the first story, I was trying to break into the home.
In the second story, I was shaking the door handle.
In the third story, I was shaking my stick.
Story number two:
I presented the evidence of a finger print kit.
Why?
Touching a door handle with a complete grip allows at least two of the fingers to leave prints
on the door handle,
and,
that would be enough evidence to find me guilty.
I didn't touch the door handle.
The police station is located 0.7 miles from the "scene of the crime."
"This isn't CSI," the state trooper told me.
That is so; but,
why couidn't there be fingerprints collected.
Hmmm?
Sounds sketchy to me.
Oh,
I passed the evaluation
I am just afraid
of being imprisoned
for a crime that I did not commit.
