TIMES WHEN I WAS VERY FIT WILL BE CITED
AS "YOU ARE NOT DISABLED."
I WAS PONDERING THIS AND I REALIZED
THAT DURING THE TIMES I WAS RECOVERED FROM MY DISABILITY THAT RECOVERY
WAS ACCOMPLISHED BY MY GRADUALLY
AND SLOWLY BECOMING MORE AND
MORE FIT.
DISABLED IN 1970, I BECAME FIT BY ICE SKATING AND ROLLER SKATING BY 1977.
I HAD ONLY A COUPLE OF DAYS PER WEEK
OF PROPER MOBILITY FROM 1974 TO 1977.
INJURED IN DECEMBER OF 1986, I ROSE TO
A VERY FIT STATE IN 1991 AND 1992
THROUGH MUSIC PRACTICE AND DANCE PRACTICE WHICH I DID NEARLY EVERY
DAY BY 1990.
WHEN I WAS IN ENGLAND IN THE FALL
OF 1992 I WAS DANCING AND PERFORMING
SO WELL CHARLIE WATTS ASKED ME TO
JOIN HIM AT THE JAZZ CLUB TO PLAY
WITH HIS JAZZ BAND. THEN I WAS
INFORMED THAT POLICE, CRD , BAILIFFS
AND SHERIFFS WERE SENT TO MY HOME
TO SEIZE IT AND MY MUSICAL
INSTRUMENTS BY MY EX-WIFE WHO
CLAIMED THAT MY HOUSE WAS
"HER FUTURE SUPPORT AND I WAS
NEGLECTING IT".
I WAS TERRIFIED, I HAD TO GET BACK
TO MY HOUSE AND NOT LEAVE IT.
I TOTALLY LOST MY VIM, MY VIGOR
AND MY CONFIDENCE. I COULD NOT
PERSUADE ANYONE TO STAY AT
OTTER POINT HOUSE BECAUSE THE POLICE WERE TRYING
TO SEIZE MY HOME.
IN 1993 MY EX-WIFE, ALLEGEDLY
DELIVERING MY SON LOUIS FOR A
VISIT LUNGED AT ME, SCRATCHED
AT MY EYES AND ACCUSED ME OF
DEALING COCAINE. IT WAS NOT UNTIL
1996 THAT I MANAGED TO
ROLLERBLADE AND DO MUSIC
PRACTICE AND DANCE MY WAY
TO A FIT STATE AGAIN.
IN OCTOBER OF 1996 I WAS FALSELY IMPRISONED, FROZEN, CHAINED FOR
SIX HOURS IN AN UNHEATED
UNVENTILATED SHERIFF VAN AND
TERRIBLY PHYSICALLY CRIPPLED AGAIN.
I COULD NO LONGER DANCE BUT I ROLLERBLADED MY WAY TO FITNESS
AGAIN BY 1998. THEN THE SAINT
MICHAEL'S BUS LIFTED MY CAR BY
ITS DOOR BY J-HOOKING AND THE
CAR CAME DOWN ON MY HEAD.
WITHIN A FEW WEEKS I WAS DISABLED
AS BADLY AS I HAD EVER BEEN AND
I NEVER DANCED AGAIN BUT I DID ROLLERBLADE AND DO
MUSIC PRACTICE SOMEHOW.
THE FINAL BLOWS WERE STRUCK
BY MY BEING SWARMED BY SHERIFFS
WHEN I WAS A PLAINTIFF IN MY CIVIL
CASE IN THE BRITISH COLUMBIA
SUPREME COURT. I DEVELOPED A
SEVERE SWAYBACK AND I WAS
TERRIFIED OF ROLLERBLADING
AND MANY OTHER THINGS.
MY BROTHER ANDREW, UNINVITED,
STORMED INTO MY HOUSE SHOUTING
THAT HE WAS GOING TO TELL
THE POLICE I WAS HARASSING HIM.
I HAD LEARNED ABOUT THE THEFT
OF MY INHERITANCES FROM AUNT
ANNETTE AND UNCLE ALBERT
AND I PHONED ANDREW ABOUT THAT.
HE DID NOT ANSWER, I LEFT TWO
MESSAGES.
HE TORE UP THE LAWN WITH HIS TRUCK,
HE KICKED HENRY DOG AND HE HIT ME
IN MY CHEST AT OTTER POINT HOUSE
WITH A TEN FINGER TAI CHI BLOW
AND I NEVER PLAYED HARMONICA
AGAIN FOR MORE THAN A MINUTE OR SO.
I CANNOT RECALL WHAT HAPPENED
FIRST, THE SWARMING OR THE BLOW.
I THINK BOTH ATROCITIES WERE IN 2001.
I KNOW THIS: I HAVE NEVER RECOVERED,
I HAVE NEVER DANCED AGAIN, I HAVE NOT PERFORMED IN PUBLIC AGAIN, I CANNOT ROLLERBLADE.
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