I asked a witness to the entire chain of events where I should start with this story.  Which people do I write about first?  Doctors?  Hospitals? Court?  Judges?  Lawyers? Probation Officers?  The Police?  The Crown?  My Family?  On and on and on.

That same witness has stated multiple times that he cannot believe I still think about others, specifically my family members.  I think about what I might do to their lives, etc.  He cannot believe that I actually stop and care...

He cannot believe that I actually stop and care...

For me, I cannot believe that every time I come to the computer to write, life throws me a challenge brought about by all of this.  Everytime I go to write, some miniscule thing I shouldn't have to deal with blocks my ability to write.

That same Witness mentioned above told me that I should start the story by writing about the Police.  I don't even want to do that.  I want to respect Law Enforcement, Peace Officers, etc. etc.  I want them to have a Positive Image.  I think about what I might do to their lives, their jobs, careers, their departments, everything.  I know the public comments I make right out in the open online, but I actually think about what I would do to your day to day lives.  Who needs more stressors?

I try to look at things with multiple perspectives.  People are human.  People make mistakes.  People are flawed.  People lose sight of what is important.  However, I think the reasons for me are too great to simply allow what's happened, to happen without exposing it.  Even if I choose to ignore it, the bank and the courts will not allow me to.  Also, I am too greatly overburdened to truly allot the amount of thought that I would like to.

This is just another bit of text that is coming out different than I intend.  There's not really much I can do about that.  The amount of problems you, the Port Moody Police Department, have given me in your failure is something you cannot see unless you are in my shoes.  You have  completely set in motion a chain of events that literally murders me.

And no PMPD, you cannot simply shrug this back onto my family members who lied to you.  You are as guilty as they are.  Honestly, the last thing I want to do is to bring discomfort to an Officer I can respect and understand because of an Officer who I cannot.  That's a challenge for me too.

Even the people that I reside with, at times I cannot believe they can't comprehend the problems I have getting on my feet to function independently.  In fact, they are so oblivious they often create more setbacks without even knowing it.  It's the simplest of things most people completely take for granted.

September 26th.

A part of me thought I might write out last years history day by day.  Keeping a one year lag on the events.  Due to things outside of my control, like not having my own cave, independence and freedom... I couldn't even make the date of September 26th.  That was the date where an Officer stated to me in 2015, words such as "Not to kill myself" and "Not to waste my life away on drugs".

My reply was that I was too smart to do that.  That's somewhat out of character as I like to take a more humble approach in life and I actually like to claim to be anything but smart.

Days like today which are very common and fraught with tiny challenges, remind me of why I should have no care.  Most people wouldn't comprehend how nearly impossible things can get.  Like not having gas to pick up a check, or to go to work.  Like not even having a bank to cash a cheque.  Or perhaps not having food so that I may think straight.

There was no care for me in many instances, only care for yourselves.  A Life-Long Resident and City Police.  Do you know I could tell a lot of stories about the Department?

Port Moody Police can you please explain to me how my emails to your Victim Services Department and more were DELETED from my Google Email Account?  Can you please explain to me how those same emails were deleted from my Emergency Contact's Hotmail Email Account as well?

Can you please explain to me why there is missing emails that I had sent to you.  I am referring to the documents you gave me in response to my FOIPPA request?  I sent them, there is no reason to withhold them.  You are not letting me know anything I did not write.

When my Emergency Contact told me that all of the emails I had forwarded to him were gone I knew I wasn't crazy or overlooking something.  Believe me, I had to question it.  Where are all the emails I sent to the Police?  How do they just "disappear" like that?

My Emergency Contact had every other email, except he did not have the ones sent to the Police.  He couldn't understand it, he never deleted them.  I know they were not there because I asked him to let me look after he told me such things. They were simply not there.  All the others from me were.  How does anyone reading this feel?  Do you have any natural conclusions?

When you almost die several times in your life and/or you go through many of the things I have in life, you often come to see clips of what is important in life.  For me it's the Truth.  It doesn't matter how many Legal games you people play, how many rules you hide behind.  You do so at your own demise.  Just to be clear, that is not a threat from me, it is just advice.  You cannot hide from the Truth.

I bumped into an interesting stranger from the United States today.  She was highly educated in things that interest me greatly about Life, the World and History.  We had one thing in Common.  It spurred a discussion.  It felt rather good knowing the things I believe to be true to be confirmed by her.

I suppose the same question goes to you, the RCMP and your North Vancouver Mental Health Liaison Officer.  The one who was interested in getting in touch with Port Moody's new and lesser experienced Mental Health Liaison Officer.  Why would I have missing emails to you?  There's one I remember very clearly especially.

I remember it very clearly because I was embarrassed to write it.  It stated "Please Help Me" as I was living in a trailer in the month of February with intermittent power, no running water and no washroom.  It was cold, it was dark and I was foreseeing my life collapse in front of me.  I didn't even get a reply.  Imagine how I felt once I noted all the emails to the Police were DELETED.

Oh yes, I remember... you asked me to write as much as I want to you, as you were concerned I might do something like continually write the Provincial Courts.  No need for concern on that, I had the plan to do what I am doing right here back in January.  The only problem was, once I started Port Moody Police intensified their actions.  I suppose you cannot follow someone as easily on a Private Server as you can on Facebook.

They eventually knocked me out, where it took... nearly six months to get back up online.  This time, right out of the country with it all.  So now, one of the things I wonder is... do I do it semi-privately like I originally planned or do I just do it all right out in the open, for the eyes of the world and God?

This leads me to my next question...  how far do I get before someone new curtails my Freedom of Speech?

Once again.  I wish to only deal with the RCMP.  PMPD, you have discredited yourselves with me.