Monday, January 13, 2025

MY PATERNAL GRANDFATHER SAID: "I DO NOT WANT MY GRANDSON TO GO THROUGH WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH. I WILL MAKE SURE HE CAN BUY HIMSELF A HOUSE AT EIGHTEEN." I WAS GOING TO BUY A SMALL HOTEL.

 

OPPOSITIONAL DEFIANTS FOUGHT MY PLANS TO BE AN ARTIST, WRITER, AND MUSICIAN AND ALWAYS MY DESPERATE DESIRE TO HAVE A PERMANENT HOME TO WORK, AND PRACTICE AND TO PERFORM MY MISIC..



THIS WAS MY BEST HOUSE, IN DELTA, NEAR VANCOUVER BC. PEOPLE, INCLUDING ARTISTS AND MUSICIANS VISITED ME.


DESPITE MY LOSING FOUR HOMES I HAD POSSESSION OF OR REALISTIC FINANCES TO PURCHASE, MY EX-WIFE MOVED IN TO HOUSE FIVE HERE AT 4091 OTTER POINT ROAD, AND WANTED ME TO LEAVE RIGHT AWAY SO SHE COULD HAVE MY HOUSE TO SELL WHICH WAS HER INTERPRETATION OF MARRIAGE AND QUICK DIVORCE, FOR HER.



TRIXIE COMPLETELY DEFIED THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT, SHE DECLARED SHE WOULD NOT "COOK. CLEAN OR FUCK" AND EXCLUSIVELY RAN AROUND TO DIVORCE LAWYERS AND POLICE TRYING TO DISPOSSESS ME DESPITE MY LOSS OF FOUR HOMES PREVIOUSLY. 



MY FIRST HOME WAS TO BE A SMALL HOTEL IN FREDERICTON NB WHICH I WAS GOING TO BUY WITH MY TRUST FUND FROM MY PATERNAL GRANDFATHER WHICH I WAS TO RECEIVE IN 1964 WHEN I TURNED EIGHTEEN.


WITH ELEVEN ROOMS, A CAFETERIA/DANCE HALL, AND A LOUNGE IT WAS A BUSINESS.


THERE WAS A LARGER OWNER'S ROOM TOO.



IN 1964 WAS SHARING A ROOM IN A FREEZING COLD FREDERICTON NB TENEMENT, WHILE I ATTENDED UNIVERSITY. I HAD BEEN THROWN OUT OF RESIDENCE. I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO LIVING AT MY HOTEL, WORKING IT , HAVING MY OWN ROOM, AND EATING THERE.



MY MOTHER TOOK MY TRUST FUND. SHE ALSO CASHED AND KEPT ALL OF MY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY CHECKS FROM MY WELL OFF RELATIVES. I WENT BACK TO FREEZING AND DINING ON TWO EGGS IN THE MORNING AND A DIET OF ONLY REALLY UNHEALTHY LUNCH MEAT SANDWICHES.



I WAS NOT INFORMED THAT I COULD BUY MY LITTLE SUITE IN VANCOUVER WHEN THE BUILDING WAS SOLD TO THE TENANTS IN 1966. IT WAS IN THE SOUTH WEST END WHERE YOU COULD WALK TO EVERYTHING AND THE NIGHT CLUBS WERE NEARBY.




I HAD A PERMANENT RENTAL FROM THE BRITISH COLUMBIA DEVELOPMENT CORPORATION STARTING IN 1974. STARTING IN 1978 THEY TRIED TO EVICT ME TO GIVE MY HOME TO A FRIEND OF ONE OF THE GUYS IN THE OFFICE FOR ONE DOLLAR.



THEY LOST EVERY RENTALSMAN HEARING BUT IN 1979, THEY GOT A CORRUPT JUDGE TO OVERRULE LAWFUL PROCESS AND I WAS EVICTED AND HOMELESS.



IN 1979 I BOUGHT AN UNFINISHED HOUSE AND I SPENT EIGHT MONTHS FINISHING THE  HOME AT THIS ACREAGE AT OTTER POINT BC. THE LOCAL REDNECKS, WITHOUT MEETING ME, BADMOUTHED ME. ONE OF THEM HAD BEEN IN MENTAL HOSPITAL AND HE BURNED MY HOUSE DOWN IN 1980.





I HAD TO BUILD ANOTHER HOME WHICH COST EVERYTHING I HAD WHICH MEANT NO POSSESSIONS WERE REPLACED  AND STILL I REQUIRED ADDITIONAL MONEY FROM OTHER SOURCES.








DESPITE THIS LOSS AND TRAGEDY, MY EX-WIFE FORCED ME TO PAY FOR HER CRAZY BUSINESS SCHEMES USING MY TRUST FUND MONEY MY MOTHER LOANED HER AND THEN CHARGED ME EXORBITANT INTEREST ON IT. 



NEXT, MY EX-WIFE TRIED TO DIVORCE ME AND GET MY HOUSE. I PAID HER INSTEAD LOSING ANOTHER INHERITANCE, AND BEING FORCED TO BE IN DEBT TO MY MOTHER. 


THEN WHEN I WAS IN ENGLAND, FINALLY MAKING CONTACTS IN THE MUSIC BUSINESS TRIXIE DASHEVESKY AKA BETTY DASH SENT POLICE AND BY-LAW AND SHERIFFS OR BAILIFFS TO SEIZE MY HOME HERE AT OTTER POINT SAYING I HAD ABANDONED IT.



FORTUNATELY MY GIRLFRIEND ANN AND HER FRIEND TRACEY WERE HERE BUT AFTER THE POLICE WERE HERE NO ONE WOULD STAY HERE AGAIN WHEN I WAS AWAY AND I WAS STUCK HERE ALONE.



IN 2001 I GOT THE REMAINS OF MY FATHER'S ESTATE AND I PUT A SUBSTANTIAL DOWN PAYMENT ON A VICTORIA APARTMENT BUILDING. THE WOMEN FROM THE ALF TOONE COOP USED MY EX-WIFE'S LIES TO DRIVE ME OFF OF MY TINY SUITE. 



I HAVE BEEN HERE ALONE FOR TWENTY FOUR YEARS FROM 2001 TO 2025 NOW.

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MY PATERNAL GRANDFATHER SAID: "I DO NOT WANT MY GRANDSON TO GO THROUGH WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH. I WILL MAKE SURE HE CAN BUY HIMSELF A HOUSE AT EIGHTEEN." I WAS GOING TO BUY A SMALL HOTEL.

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