--->  I was so tired trying to write the below... then... "Arrested", I never finished this post.

Last night, in Coquitlam, I had been looking to bump into an RCMP Member.  I did not want the complications of calling the Detachment.  I just expected I that would bump into one as I have literally become accustomed to seeing them everywhere I go.

No luck.  Not until around 3:ooam.  I finally had a Member drive by me, but I misinterpreted their direction at an intersection.  I crossed the street thinking they were turning, but once across I realized that I was tired and I misjudged.  The Officer headed straight through.

I am lucky to be somewhat known by the managers and staff at the local Denny's.  At least I can stay warm and get a free cup of coffee. However, I must admit - the one free cup of coffee is almost too much to ask. Especially with all the drug addicts around.  The waitress is not enjoying the fact that I eventually begin falling asleep in short 20 minute hard power sleeps.  I am so tired that I do not care.

RCMP

By 8:00am I can return to the RCMP Community Police Office.  This is a painful discussion as I am only wanting to share the bulk of my communications with an actual Member.  Not that it really matters, but it does a lot at the same time.

I end up learning that the incident at the house, at home, was logged as a 'Break and Enter'. The story goes that someone phoned the police claiming that somebody (me?) was breaking in.  Personally to me this feels, smells and sounds like bullshit to me.  I wonder who escalated the Police Activity so much for someone (me) who was not even present?

I dropped my tools off at home so that they would NOT be stolen, lost, or damaged in a Personal Emergency, in an attempt to SAVE MY LIFE.  My Livelihood, they call this  'A Break and Enter'.  The real story is that the PMPD and my family are 'Denying me the Right to Life'.  That is CRIMINAL beyond all words.  Driving me right into SUICIDE.

Skytrain

I always paid, even when the turnstiles were not there.  I waited for thirty minutes for someone to ask permission to ride free. I was in no rush, there were fare paying passengers, so I followed one through the turnstiles - Simple.  On the train platform, I could not get the attention of the Staff, even though I keep trying to talk to the highest ranking one.

I gave up, boarded a train, taking a seat I began continually passing out into two minute deep power naps exhausted.  By now my cell was dead which gave me reprieve from being watched/monitored.  Maybe they do not care anymore, but the psychological reprieve was nice.  On the other hand, I did not like not being able to write and battery charging was an issue.  How do you do so homeless?

Seabus

Next down to successfully negotiating free Seabus fare, I land in stupidland with a couple of young Translink Security guys, this evolves to a pair of ex-paramedic Vancouver City Police Officers and the negotiated avoidance Ambulance Services. Free bus fare to Lions Gate, a free hamburger with an almost unbelievable remark from charity head for Lions Gate Hospital, to rejection from the HOpe Center, I deserved that as they may have changed their policies after my last visit, onto the really hard to decision to Certify myself through Emergency, only to land in very deep power sleeps while waiting in a bed after talking to yet another nurse, only to land in the company of Doctor and his terrible Psyche Nurse... Holy @#$%.

I was going to leave my recorder running for HeadsTogether, then I decided to end that crap and not do that stuff. I should have left it on. There was no way they should have rejected me, I wish I recorded it. From there I walked from Lions Gate Hospital, 10.7Km's, all the way to Hastings and Holden where I met someone who shared personal things with me. He bought me coffee in Tim Hortons where I could recharge my devices and outlast SFU students in staying up late, where I then fell into even more PowerSleeps in front of my open laptop while not being sure if the Asian head of staff is upset with me or not.