This was typed out from my phone at this date and at this time.

It's strange, here I am trying to find a place to live and to secure my means of living, my personal property, my medical files, my court files, my evidence and a little bird just sang a tune to me.

The little bird told me that my Cousin Mark Berladyn is phoning the 'Bailiffs on me'.  Ok, that doesn't scare me.  The bank knows how to get a hold of me and the only reason I have not logged in the last week is because my cousin is holding my personal computer.

So, as far as Bailiffs are concerned the only Bailiffs I have to be concerned with is Law Enforcement.  That is no problem for me because all they have to do is call.  I will come to them or let them know where to meet me.

Regarding my PROPERTY.  That PROPERTY is EVIDENCE and I hope some is not so stupid as to mess with it.  I have photographs of it.

So 'Bailiffs', you have my number please call.  I've done nothing wrong other to try to survive while someone intentionally destroys my property that I need to survive.  That is Murder in a slow moving modern sense.

This is a world that does not seem to want to help me.  This log is the only thing in my mind that is helping.

Just call, you have my number.  (This was invite to the Court Bailiffs, not the idiots pretending they cannot email me).