Subject to changes as I find time to review.

Met with PO SAUVE.

She still only had one business card, but it was of no concern to me today. I explained that had I quickly wrote things out for her.  This really was all written very quickly.  I was concerned I was missing details as I had so much to set my mind to.  She scanned my hand written documents ensuring that I knew I would be keeping my originals. Seeing that I didn't trust anyone, were her words, almost sarcastic words.

No Trust

I had asked her to contact Xxxxx Xxxxxx of the Air-Sea-Land Rescue. I asked her to ask him to take me in. To tell him, command him. Provide me with shelter, safe harbour, to help me recover my assets. I then implored her to do so.  I couldn't communicate that one strongly enough.

I had safe harbour.  I had a place to sleep, a place to recover. I place to store my assets, a place to work from. A place to gets my things in order and a place to straighten my life out.  All for $150 per month. I realize that I had no place prior to Xxxxx, but in finding him - he became a perfect solution for so many reasons.

Denial of Safe Harbour

Xxxxx, a person I like denied me safe harbour because of my cousin Mark BERLADYN. An Air-Sea-Land Rescue Member reversed his words due to my cousin Mark BERLADYN. I even opened my wallet showing him the thick wad of cash, I offered him $550 per month, I'll pay him right now, up front. A sharp increase from the $150 already agreed.

The Probation Office that is to give me help not available to other Members of the General Public, completely dismissed my words. I don't trust anyone? I tell a Hospital that I will stay Voluntarily when my situation looks unreversable and they Illegaly incarcerate me, strapping me to a bed (for their "safety").

I do not trust. That's the issue ?

Again, I am given the "White" Copy, the Original. Page2 - Details to be furthered.

This writing to be edited better later.

Subject to changes as I find time to review.

With no keyboard and no computer, the best I could do was to start scribbling with a pen and a piece of paper.  No ability to edit.  I didn't even have time to think about anything I was saying.  I was just hoping to not miss anything while I decompressed the information.  The idea was to pass this off onto the Probation Officer for clarity and efficiency.

I used a poor man's scanner to record the text.  The Probation Office has these scanned in on record.

Page 1

Mark came to me telling me that it is ok to ask for money.  It's not a problem.  I am "Family".  (the last unprovoked verbal time was roughly October 14th)

I went out pricing jobs, desperate as nothing that I priced had yet turned up work.  I am weak sales wise (self-esteem).  I landed a garage to insulate & drywall.  I low-balled it in my pricing.  I actually took it too cheap.

Meanwhile, I am still in desperate need of parking at the rear at Mark's place.  I need it to fix the truck, organise it and continually swap materials & tools.  Also, while I deal with the bank and finances, I do not need a big sign saying I am "right here" for the bailiff (not that I am hiding).

Mark kept agreeing, promising to clear the spot.  Since I had cash and he offered money if I was low, I kept spending to dump ten years of construction waste that was just sitting there.  $300 worth of dump fees.  This made Mark happy and it made his neighbours happy.

Page 2

Now taking the garage job which I had priced low to get, I had to promise to be done by Sunday, October 23rd.  The homeowner was previously scheduled to be epoxying his floors.

Without additional problems this was hard.  There's drying time, guestimations of labour, pricing and I needed help with no idea who to hire for help.  Plus, I have no financing.

On foot in front of the other.  I need material.  Friends at the Supplier have covered me for $200 at a time, but no one was covering me for $1700+.

I had to meet and ask the top person.  He agreed on my word that they would be paid within a week.  Too complicated to insist on a down payment from the homeowner and it's not my business style - Top Service is, he approved.

Now I have to find help as I can start the job alone, but I cannot complete it alone.  Meanwhile, other jobs are beginning to roll in - "if" I can start them immediately after this one.

Page 3

I am too weak to guarantee the other jobs.  Too overstretched, they disappear as I fall apart after what happens next.  Each of those jobs is $2000 profit.

Since I spent my last money trying to clear a parking space at Mark's, I had no choice but to ask him for gas money.  Mark replied "I'm not giving you any fucking money.  Go ask the (foreign) students".  It was a kick in the teeth while being completely over-extended.

If I lost my 'verbal' credit at the Supplier I was done.  No 'Credit', no Reputation, No Pride.  I borrowed tools, I'd screw the friend and I'd screw the client over.  I never complained.  I went downstairs in disbelief.

I probably slept.  More job offers came in, I had to defer them.  Finally, late in the morning, I found someone to lend me enough money for the day.

I was now behind schedule on the job.  I had to cancel the worker I had lined up.  A Contractor, I wasn't going to be ready for him.  He was only available for that one day.  (Incidentally, he had another job too that he was trying to get me to commit to).

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One foot in front of the other, keep going (stay positive).  This night I came into some luck.  I sold an old keyboard buying me another day's expenses.

The next day with no help I hung 12' foot sheets of drywall by myself.  This took valuable time I did not have.  Now the homeowner, who was hard to stay ahead of psychologically, he had to re-schedule.  He was losing confidence (this is a downwards perpetuating cycle).

Other $2000 jobs were likely gone.  I thought it was day four or five, I finally finished all the drywall myself.  I did this with no machine which I do have.  It is at 560 Foress Dr., making it unretrievable.  This job should have been two guys one day.

Needing more expense money I pawned my PS4.  That lowered my self-esteem.  I do not like Pawn Shops.  It was also a waste of gas and time, it took two trips.  (I have since lost the PS4 if anyone cares)

Page 5

I finally asked for an advance from the homeowner causing more social/professional problems.  It wasn't really an advance, it didn't even pay for the materials or the labour to date. To continue the job I had to buy heaters I already owned.  I have no access to my heaters as they are at 560 Foress Dr.  Unretrievable.  This cost $350+/-. Mark again was promising to deal with parking.  I had to work late and I missed the date he set (Friday night).  Meanwhile, my truck is a mess and I couldn't organize and transfer tools/materials. I also couldn't fix a problem with the parking lights, making me illegal on the road at night.  Lots to deal with. The homeowner is now hounding me and taking advantage of my work state.  Never mind the loss of my own high standards on the job. I am stressed as the drywall requires heat and luck to keep drying in order to keep working (and to keep quality up). This page and the ones following it are numbered wrong.  I was in such a rush to get this done and keep moving forwards that I wrote page 5 twice, incrementing from there.

Page 6

I am having sleepless nights.  Since I am not sleeping I drink coffee to keep myself functioning.  Likely two pots per day (this always turns into a cycle). The Chinese Student and I clash over his wrecked car.  It started with him coming at me aggressively.  (I didn't know he was home, I asked the Indian Student where the Chinese Student was.  The Chinese Student heard me and came out of the bathroom aggressively invading my personal space in order to challenge me.  Those two had already been gossiping about the car.)  You can read on my site (here). Mark and I talk, everything is fine. The next day Mark and I talk again.  I offer to pay for the tow truck bill.  (I need the car moved from the back to the front).  Mark goes upstairs and I hear laughing all night. Read my texts. With no sleep, at 4 am or so, I text Mark telling him to kick me out as I now have no respect for him.  Now that I started texting, I keep going.  (At this point, I was already nearly two nights without sleep). Read my texts. Mark kicks me out.  Something in my lack of sleep made me mentally prepared that may happen.  (there were other views as well)

Page 7

Extremely Vulnerable, I call the Coquitlam RCMP.  I wanted to talk to them about six or so issues.  Probation was one of them.  A Shelter List was a priority.  (I am actually calling onsite from work)

I meet two good members after work.  The one I converse with the longest, he follows through with a 'Section 28'.  I lay no fault on his part. (however, I do hear people state worse words nearly daily)

The hospital, I do not trust them.  They happily strapped me to a bed, even after stating that I would stay voluntarily.  (I said it more than once, but only when it appeared imminent in my reverse psychoanalysis of the doctors and three students).

They did not want to let me out.  I think they and their practice of the 'Mental Health Act' is insane.

Finally, I manage to get out.  I now have to explain (in detail) to the homeowner/client.  He takes advantage of me more.

I sleep on the job that night as I cannot drive at night.  I had to be there the next day to finish as the hospital took too long to release me.

Page 8

I finish the job very late and I went through stress getting paid by a client who got too much for too little from me.  However, since I was nearly a week late, all was fair to him.

I drop off borrowed tools and this same friend refuses to let me shower.  It's been days and I am dusty and dirty.

Trying to prioritize, I stop by the parents of a childhood friend.  I cry.  They let me shower and once again they instruct me to stay away from the police.

I end up at another (relatively new) friend's place.  Xxxxx Xxxxxx, an Air-Sea-Land Rescue Member.  He states that I can stay at his place, just pay $150 for my electricity/heat usage. (house is normally empty).

I sleep in a bed for the first time since February (a mattress we put on the floor).  I finally sleep good.  The next day Xxxxx and I talk about recovering my assets from Mark.

Page 9

Xxxxx wants to handle it himself and talk to Mark.  I ask Xxxxx not to as I think it's best that Mark does not know I am here.

Xxxxx agrees to let me phone the RCMP as instructed.  They wish to be present while I talk to Mark.

When the RCMP arrive, I end up getting arrested.  The Officers seem to think I returned home to 560F, or that I contacted a family member.  It is unclear.

At the Detatchment, the police are still in confusion.  On the first call to a JJP they want to release me.  More confusion because people are more concerned with their names and their liabilities.

We talk "off the record", which does not actually exist under God and the Truth.

I become scattered with too many Officers involved in the conversation.  I miscommunicate stating it was intentional that I missed Probation.  When it came to down to the final moment of decision, I told them I had passed out from Exhaustion.

Page 10

In reality, it was probably partly due to challenging the Government (the Courts).   But realistically, it would have plenty to do with the dynamics of Mark's house, my situation and Murphy's Law. Next call to the JJP and I am held until Monday in jail.  Not pleasant, but I think I was much easier to deal with than the other inmates.  (Those idiots really work the Officers in there). Transfer to the Courthouse and my release again took too long.  Likely due to my lawyer trying to get me help with Legal Aide.  Personally, I do not need a lawyer to tell the truth and a Justice System should only care about the Truth. Finally returning to Xxxxx's, where I was told not to worry, even being arrested I had a place to life, I arrived learning Xxxxx had spoken to Mark.

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Mark convinced Xxxxx not to let me live there as Mark did not want me around.  He claimed I am a problem and that I do not pay.  He claimed I caused his students stress, etc., etc.  (Mark, re-reading my words - you just wait) I cannot argue with Xxxxx.  His house.  His decision.  He allowed me one night.  I even offered to pay upfront.  You can read on my site carying details.  Please remember, I have no keyboard. At this point jobs are still coming in.  I have no ability to take them with all these problems. Another neighbour spoke to me.  He gave me my $400 shoes that Mark threw in the rain.  He told me that he thought Mark was being dumb.  He told me he didn't think Mark appreciated the work I did for him.  He told me he thought I would be good for Xxxxx, for me to stay there that is.  I think so too.  Not my decision to make. The RCMP came escorting me to see my property which was now sitting out in the weather.  Very very expensive items are being destroyed by water out in the elements.  I have no place to put them.

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Court Novemeber 7th.

Work I cannot take.

Mark destroying my assets (and importantly my records).  Legal, Financial, Taxes, etc.  I have no idea if I can recover them completely.  I need your

I need your help.

Help me help myself.

Please

This is the type of thing I have been dealing with for six months.

The last bit, the type of thing I have been dealing with.  Perhaps I shouldn't have added that.  There a lot worse places I could have ended up rather than there.  The reality was that I needed a home, a cave to myself where I would be unhampered in any endeavours.