1975 Model Years. My year of Creation. I must admit, I appreciated this portrait very much coming across my Facebook feed just prior to walking up to the Courthouse where I would find myself to be Arrested yet again as I arrived at the steps to the Courts. It almost feels like one psychological assault after the other. No rest for me.

I felt a lot better writing and delivering yesterday’s letter to the Administrative Crown Counsel after a month of feeling unable to effectively deal with this situation. Writing so much can be a great release, yet at the same time it can be rather taxing as I forever want to tweak and edit for the purest effect. I almost felt clear enough in the mind to move forward just as I knew the floor was going about to fall from under my feet.

I am expecting myself this morning to run out of cash today or tomorrow and with such comes situation impossible. Who is going to put cash in my pocket so that I may maintain my “Mental Health” and on and on.. it goes. No one is going to, not the Port Moody Police, not Fraser Health, not any of these well paid comfortable people and anyone that I turn to will only burden me with more issues.

It is a (non-intentional?) game of attrition. If I do not have the resources that I require to maintain level without question then how I do have any chance of righting these wrongs that others bring my person. Attrition. I only have so many resources myself, I only have so many willing friends who tire of assisting, and in many ways this is exactly how one receives injustice. He is finished before he has even started.