Help!I'maRock! Thanks for the personal question. I actually had to stop and decide if I wanted to make this public, this being a very eventful year in Welland, the municipal elections. I got hit hard right away, even before I picked up the nomination papers. I've been a protest candidate, and the only one who received a letter from The House of Commons in Ottawa, commending me and asking to forward my ideas for the abandoned, bypassed Welland Canal that runs through Welland.
As a young musician who talked to too many people who got beaten, drug-overdosed and gang-raped by a large, local criminal family, some now Hell's Angels club house owners, president, vice-president, and government grant recipients, my life has been made to suffer, by their terms. That's a long story, and there's interest from documentary makers. I receive provincial media exposure.
A former mayor who blames me for bringing her and a lot of people down, because I publicly talked and printed about her own criminal ward 3 biker connections, was originally a nurse at The Welland Hospital.
That's the background. You need that to understand why.
Nurses from The Welland Hospital started visiting Uncle Bill, an 83 year old man, not on medication, when I wasn't there. I helped reconcile Uncle Bill with his niece, a 55 year old woman who never had a boyfriend or job, and helped her move in after her mother died, part of my surrogate brother promise. While this was the situation, someone living down the street who said they were married into this crime family, started making problems. It was obvious he was watching the house, everything I was doing outside was getting wrecked when I wasn't there. Police thought so too, and after many complaints, all minor, they visited him.
When the niece was hospitalized, nurses from The Welland Hospital started showing up, when I wasn't there, or when I was way out in the backyard in the garage, getting Uncle Bill to sign different papers, and suddenly all kinds of medical supplies were showing up one day, and being taken out the next, all billed to Uncle Bill. I called it Billville. One day I came home and Uncle Bill was down, looking sad. He had to go to the bathroom in his clothes and sit there, unable to change. It turned out nurses from The Welland Hospital had put on "diapers" that took two people to put on or take off. You couldn't even move them aside at the groin, if you had too. I phoned to complain and that got changed. There's way more to this story, but you can see what I mean.
When none of this was getting me forced out, Uncle Bill agreeing with me, they started complaining to the police about me stealing money, doing and dealing drugs, hitting Uncle Bill, restraining him, keeping him from answering the phone, etc, lotsa different complaints. Neighbors were getting angry. Even after all of that was cleared, the head nurse came with a police officer to say I was eating his Meals on Wheels.
Police say there's an investigation, but The Ministry of The Attorney General got ahold of me, and said I had to leave. That's going outside of the city to provincial. That was delayed, but efforts against me piled up and I had to leave, and they took Uncle Bill away to the hospital, no room in the retirement centers. I feel worse for him than myself.
While I was standing on the sidewalk with another neighbour, the next neighbour came over, someone I turned on to scrap metal deals before he moved in here, and he offered to let me stay in an unfinished apartment cheaply, using another for storage, and using a heated garage as a sign shop. The next day a back building tenant of his got five traffic tickets while riding his unregulated electric bicycle. No insurance, no driver's license, no registration, and traffic violations, the same tickets I got driving a properly identified car, a '69 Ford Custom, down a back road, driving to a church on a Sunday morning to visit the pastor and his wife, parents of the guy who sold me the car.
I was still staying, but the next day, moving apartment stuff from his storage to my room, he got a phone call that scared him, and he said I had to leave in five minutes, 8:30 on a Sunday night.
I went to the local shelter, bumping into master photographer Theis Bogner who was loading his trunk behind his location. He made the two video demonstrations of my guitar that I'm still online with. At least I could tell him my video plans had to be put on hold. I stayed at the shelter for the full thirty days, getting sick right away, coughing and spitting up blood.
While going to shop I bumped into a friend from a church I used to attend, and he came to the shelter to visit, and I went to his house, and he offered me a house his daughter and son-in-law moved out of, fixing it up and painting it to be sold. That's where I'm at now.
This has been a strange experience for me. Humbling, for sure, but not much. It's like being on the road, having my own clothes, just not my guitar and amp with effects sitting in a bar. They never sat around in bars in Welland anyway, being a victim of this crime family right away and getting away from Welland when I was young.
This is really making me a talked about and wanting to be met person. Everyone knows I'm homeless and wants to offer me visits, work and now two gigs, just to help me out. My relationship with my surrogate family, an elderly woman and her daughter, has been usually misunderstood, if not misportrayed by all the propaganda against me. So now some old girlfriends and other women think I'm single again, so I'm catching new interest there.
This isn't the addition I was planning on, knowing I was going to catch some online this morning, but I wanted to be clear about what's happening to me and why. I miss my bicycle the most, getting away from Welland on long distance bike-hikes, sometimes two days.
The Minisitry of The Attorney General, the head, asked me to set up a file in a business so I can receive communiciations. That's what I'm doing here. I've got a friend with a business, a sign customer too, where I'm going to be locking my stuff up in his basement, with early to late seven days a week access hours, and lots of Italian cooking to sample.
Again, thanks for your personal question. It makes me feel better to get it out. Now I'll get into what I thought would extend this thread. Yeah... I like extended.
as always, John Watt
