Some people that follow my blog might have read that I was homeless for some time between 2015 and 2016.. I wasn’t homeless because I couldn’t get a job but because I had been evicted twice because my former employer refused to pay me my full pension for a year creating a situation where I couldn’t rent or buy. Having no other place to stay, I roamed the streets of San Diego for a little over a year, mostly staying in my car but some times venturing out and staying in what I thought was a secluded place out in the open. During one of these occasions, I woke up with my pants undone. They were adidas sweat pants, but they were tied tight. I woke up face down, I usually sleep on my side, and with some of my stuff strewn around, I couldn’t tell you why I was face down, with my drawstrings loose. Something didn’t feel right, but I couldn’t quite place it. The next night I decided to stay at a hotel, in a bed, with locked doors. While I was their, I used the bathroom and noticed blood, not in my stool but around my stool after I defecated. I ended going to the hospital the next day because of heart pain. While there, in San Diego, at the hospital, the doctor told me that a rectal exam was going to be needed. I asked why, she said for precautionary measures, I didn’t want to at first but she told me that it was necessary for other reasons or they couldn’t treat me. I got the exam and it was painful as hell but she said everything seems normal. I walk out, after getting dressed and there is this old guy in scrubs with glasses that I had seen before in San Diego, saying that he wanted to do it. As some people in the staff were like it was already done. Then he looks at me and says that he wanted to give me a rectal examination, I just look at the doctor that had already done it and asked “Do I have to?” because I didn’t need to find out if I was having a heart attack that badly. She said no. She said that I was extremely dehydrated and needed to get fluids. That guy, it turns out, wasn’t a doctor. I still don’t know what he was.

Now I read that 3 federal agents and/or people that fix stuff in the last year are being charged for sodomy. I was under federal investigation at the time. I still don’t know why I was shitting blood or how I ended up face down while I was asleep or how my pants got untied. I do know that I put in for an 8 million dollar refund on my taxes and they still haven’t paid me or charged me. Everything you just read is true except I still don’t know for 100% sure if he was a doctor or not but he didn’t have an ID and everyone else did and he seemed to like bung holes more than the ordinary person should.

Shortly after that (and another WTF incident) I spent all of my IRA on buying a house. I couldn’t be homeless anymore. The IRS now says I owe over $70,000 for early withdrawal of my retirement fund…. crazy shit that you can’t just make up.

There is one more thing… who the hell is pink dick?????? and where was he when this whole thing went down…. his comments are pretty insightful now.

Some things just have to be told, so people can say, that has to be bullshit…. right??

Random guy says:

If I can’t have the dad “let me have their (minor) kid”

LOL… hahhahahaha… holy jesus…

The US going all Alabama/Olive Garden … 😉

To put this remark into perspective

“According to the FBI, in 2020 there were 365,348 NCIC entries for missing children“

In more related news….

“JonBenet Ramsey killing: 25 years after her killing, investigators have tested almost 1,000 DNA samples” as reported by CNN

I think if you hold a position of trust, that’s all law enforcement both Federal and State and any paid informant, that your DNA should be on file. Joseph DeAngelo, the “Night Stalker”, a police officer, was one of the most notorious rapists in the history of this country and if he had is DNA on file he would have been caught. I think it’s something that should be done right away for former /retired and present LEO’s.

This WTF is truly unbelievable if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s completely true. I’m at home with my son, who was 12 at the time, spending time over my house after school before I have to take him to his mother’s house. He is on my computer, on his child protected account, while I was cooking dinner for both of us and watching some TV. I then get this image on my phone of a porn site, just popped up on my phone and I then look at my son, who was doing his homework and a porn site pops up on his account. He just sat there viewing what looked like a lady with big boobs. He doesn’t see me but I walk up behind him and say “what are you doing?” He looks up at me and says, “It just popped up”. I start to laugh because he was staring at these boobs and I say “let me see”. I then notice something unusual, as I scrolled through the images, I notice that these pics were of home movies, still shots. I know this because me and my ex-wife once decided to make our own movie, where both parties were aware and consented, just in case it needs to be said, and it had gone missing and lord and behold, their we were, unmistakable. This freaks me out a little so I keep scrolling and see another home movie still shot, of a young boy, mid teens probably, about to perform fellatio on another male, seemingly over 18, couldn’t really tell you. They were all home movies. I start to look for URL’s, website addresses and where could this have probably originated from but their was nothing that indicated the origin. I then check my son’s account settings and his settings were set to child, no adult content allowed. The young boy, who was pictured, was actually someone from the neighborhood and the guy, seemingly someone that thinks that a mouth is a mouth. This was reported to the U.S. Attorney’s Office as well as the State’s prosecutor’s office. Never heard from them again but I will still see these people that were pictured in those videos from time to time. The question that I obviously have is who would have a compilation of home sex tapes, I have a good idea who took mine, and how could qualified immunity protect you from showing that to a child or having a compilation of those home movies, some explicitly and undeniably illegal! Still have the computer for forensic testing. Just saying……

Getting angry seems to be taboo these days. People that get angry seem to be always wrong and people that are calm and loquacious are always right. I mean why would you yell about getting sexually assaulted and why would you be mad at the affable guy that did that. It makes no sense, so next time you wake up on the ground when your homeless and some dude is laying on top of you like you were a mattress just remember that you are in sunny San Diego and smile about it while you are trying to figure out WTF is going on right now. For the record my pants were still on but my sleeping bag was 20 feet away and the the thing I used for a pillow, was removed from my head. The good thing is that it all just seems like a dream to me now. So remember that if you are the one yelling, you’re wrong and it’s your fault.

To be perfectly honest, I was in and out of consciousness, did it happen, there is no doubt. After that I used to try and sleep on the sides of rocky hill sides hoping that they trip and impale their dicks on a cactus instead of trying to impale them in me while I was asleep and for the life of me couldn’t wake up, but that’s life. No it isn’t, it really isn’t, that prison life but without the prison. I couldn’t for the life of me understand how these people were always able to find me. I changed spots often and I would sleep next to freeways with a crap load of brush. Never be homeless and if you are going to be homeless, then be homeless in the middle of the Sahara.

I did go to the emergency room and a proctologist to make sure that nothing happened, and they said everything was alright and then gave me a thumbs up, which these days really doesn’t reassure me too much.

Starting a new category I’m going to call WTF Moments. I’ll start one that happened to me. There  was a short time in my life that I was homeless and sleeping out of my car. I was parked in the middle of a field and it was a rainy night. I fell into a deep sleep, the one that feels like you are hypnoed out and you can’t wake up. About half way through the night I felt something wet in my crotch area and woke up to find my belt undone, my jeans unzipped and pulled apart, my car door open and unlocked and, well, the one eye monster peeking over my boxers and wet. Didn’t see anyone around but definitely a WTF moment. I had been homeless for a year by that point and usually parked where there are cameras. The only difference that night was that I parked in a middle of a field where there were no cameras.

True story and not the only time this type of behavior occurred. I had a couple of break-ins into my home, one of them, a person pinched my rear, left a bruise, and left the sheets off of my pelvic area. Didn’t wake up, couldn’t wake up.

I get a phone call and the person tells me “you’re a racist” I tell him “I think that you have a problem with Hispanics”. The person says “no I don’t, you do”. I tell ’em “I am Hispanic”. They say “no you’re not, you lying spic”. I just reply “huh”.

According to the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children, roughly 800,000 children are reported missing each year in the United States — that’s roughly 2,000 per day. Of those, there are 115 child “stranger abduction” cases each year, which means the child was taken by an unknown person. (ABC News)

How can this be possible today with all of our technology unless our technology is the reason that makes it possible.