Black Wolf Press - Rouge Citizen
Chapter One - Intro
It started off like any other day I suppose in my semi-chaotic life but then again who’s life isn’t riddled with some form of stress. I could easily jump to the spot in the events driving at nearly one hundred twenty miles per hour to escape those chasing me, but then this wouldn’t be much of a story and it wouldn’t encapsulate all that happened. Cliff notes may be great for escaping reading of college material if you were otherwise indisposed at a party, but when it comes to really telling an accurate story, cliff notes simply won’t do.
Here is what really happened to the best of my knowledge when two “regular” citizens got in the crosshairs of some of the top agencies in the world. This will be published of course as fiction with only one question I pose “What if these events were true and happened to you?”
On a March morning at an undisclosed location I began to unload my car for what I presumed would be a regular move out clean. That was my job. I was co-owner of a small cleaning company and I enjoyed it very much. As I unloaded my supplies nothing seemed out of place. My phone rang and I answered the clients call “I am on site” I said they replied “We will unlock it remotely for you.” The call then ended. I went about my work in regular fashion and I had to admit to myself this was truly one of the cleanest assignments I’d ever come to. Sure there was some debris in the tub, but aside from that the place was nearly spotless. I went on to shampoo the carpets and as I was finishing the clients walked in.
There was nothing strange about the clients that I will herein refer to as the “Anderson’s” they seemed like any other loving family getting ready for a big move. I’d given them a discount on the clean due to some issues on our company end that made communication poor and I maintained they deserved better. After being paid for my cleaning the father and daughter walked out and the mother stayed behind and we chatted a bit. That conversation would be the beginning of a series of unbelievable events. Well, I suppose this is a fictional story after all.
“So you think it was the NSA that tapped your phone?” Mrs Anderson asked
I replied “ Yes, I do either that or another three letter agency.” It was explained to me in no uncertain terms if that was the case I needed to be very careful about my next moves and who I decided to involve. The road after this conversation would forever change my life in good ways, in some bad ways, but I would never be the same.
Driving down the road in an unnamed state I was pulled over maybe twenty minutes after my conversation with Mrs. Smith. I knew I had an outstanding warrant from a stay I’d had out in California and moments later I was placed in hand-cuffs and was in the back of a squad car. Then the unexpected happened. The officer was called on his phone and told to let me go. I kid you not he opened the door saying “Well this is a first for me, must be your lucky day.” He took off the handcuffs and I was free to go. What about my California warrant I thought? I raced to pick up my wife with the handcuff marks fresh on my wrist. She looked shocked at the marks, I explained “I’m okay, but what the fuck just happened?” We both sat in disbelief for a moment. We sat in the parking lot of the gas station both I believe not knowing what to say.
That night we headed out to one of our favorite destinations but we would never reach it. On the way there one car in particular kept getting right on our bumper like it was going to ram us off the road. I would switch to the empty right lane and the car would again get right behind us. Fearing for our safety I increased speed not wanting to get hit. First 75mph, then 90mph and it still rode our bumper. I asked my wife to call the State Troopers and inform them what was going on by that time, speeds topped 117mph. Dispatch instructed us that we were not allowed to go that fast, and that we needed to get to the nearest rest stop where troopers would intercept the vehicle in question. We pulled off as instructed and were never told what happened to the vehicle that pursued us. I wish that was the last spooky thing that happened that night but it wasn’t. We headed back home but right as we were pulling up we heard over the radio the Civil Defense Alarm signal multiple times. A voice came over the radio and said “We see you, and you’re going to die.” That sent me into a panic / protect mode that would change the course of my life for years to come.
When you question everything, your brain won’t trust anything. Everything becomes questionable or a perceived threat. Then in my case you do more and more to try to protect yourself until your mind is spinning in circles. You forgetting an email password turns into a hacked email, a wifi password you may have changed becomes a hacked device. It isn’t that you aren’t being chased, it isn’t that the threat isn’t real but the real and perceived dangers mix into a toxic cocktail to which no one comes out the otherside the same. I believe if you are in a state of protection or fear for too long much of the damage becomes permanent. I think I got out just in time, but how I got out might surprise you.
Chapter 2 The Deep Clean
Bottom to top, no matter the size of the home or apartment I always clean bottom to top. In this instance I was in a home in Edina, Minnesota. The home was a large I believe eight bedroom and if memory serves correctly it had four and a half bathrooms. I walked through the property to take my before pictures and noticed something I’d never seen before in a civilian home. Wooden boxes marked “50 Caliber MM Projectile Explosive”. Adhered to the side of the wooden crates were red stickers marked “Explosives”. My first thought was whoever lived here enjoyed military memorabilia, then I saw a second crate both were empty and had rope handles and a place where a lock would have been previously. The markings on the writing looked parited on over a stencil. I proceeded with an 18 hour clean and what I found during was unsettling and probably the basis for much of this story.
There was nothing much to note about the upper floor of the home when cleaning it aside from an artsy decorative lamp with multi-colored filters that looked very expensive, nothing was out of the ordinary. The basement, now that is another matter entirely. Strewn about on the floor in the basement were little pieces of paper with amounts of money on them in staggering mouth dropping amounts twenty thousand here, fifty thousand in another line just to name a few. Then there was a cupboard with marks on the inside and a latch like someone had been locked inside it. As a cleaner we often use discretion afterall we are invited into someone's home so I didn’t say much at the time. Later I would contact not only the army munitions branch but also made calls of my own to the secret service and friends with another agency.
The main thing I learned about informing agencies about what I had found is that as a civilian you aren’t told the outcome of any investigation. I will never know if the renters who leased this house were ever found to be up to something nefarious or whether it was just collectables. I did ask myself though if they were collectables why leave them behind? Questions like that plagued my mind for some time and the uneasy feeling in my stomach lasts to this day when I think about it. When I circle back in my mind going over all of the events I’ve determined either it was my looking into these crates that placed a bullseye on my back or it was the other cleaner that was with me that day or perhaps the topics I was researching on my own and the fact that maybe I had learned too much. Despite not knowing the source it was clear I was traveling down a rabbit hole from which there may be no return.
It is naive in this day in age to think that we have privacy in our online searches across the internet. Before I started cleaning I was in college for cyber security and before that I’d had some experience working with vendor companies for Microsoft and Apple. A vendor is basically a go-between for the company in question for example when you call for help with Trend Micro, or some Microsoft products you are likely routed to a vendor call center and they complete your customer service call and bill the client who is the company in which the digital product came from. The reason this is important is because if you have a very inquisitive mind and look up topics like D.U.M.B.S (Deep Underground Military Bases) your search history could very well be flagged. It’s an established fact the NSA has fusion centers that scan millions if not billions of points of data every single day for this very reason. The depth of data centers data collection extends to cell phones in which any number of keywords trigger a flag for the call to be reviewed by an analyst.
To a fault I have always had a curious mind and topics like continuity of government, area 51, and other “conspiracy” topics have always fascinated me. One thing I can say is that these so-called conspiracy theories only remain until proof comes out. UFO’s are now named UAP’s after proof of their existence was released in a US fighter pilot on board video. To me this is like things science tries to buck and call not credible until they are proven. One example most everyone knows is the earth was said to be flat for a long period of time but of course we now know that isn’t true. Needless to say over the years I had researched enough to be flagged and with my calls regarding the military crates it’s entirely possible I’d attracted some attention I did not want. As for the other cleaner I was working with, which we will call “Bree” to protect their identity, her past was the stuff you’d only really see in a spy movie, no joke you couldn’t make this stuff up. As this is a work of fiction I’ll let the reader decide in the end which proves to be true and which is fiction.
Bree was at the Pentagon on 911 she was ushered out along with Donald Rumsfeld and others working in the area of the building that was attacked on that tragic day. She had told me this on one of our first cleans in working together. Aside from her connection to the Pentagon where she stated she worked as a secretary her family still had government ties and would absolutely unequivocally make her someone you wouldn’t want to piss off. This wasn’t someone who was going to call her biker buddies if you made her upset, no, she had access to people in positions that could make your life a living hell with a few keystrokes. Needless to say I pissed her off in a big way and we had a falling out so bad at one point she was banging on my door at 2am screaming about what a prick I was and how she’d basically ruin my life. We’ve all heard it before “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” My life’s problems quickly escalated after this but in truth I can’t outright blame Bree because quite honestly if those types of governmental people screwed with me they wouldn’t leave much of a trace if any. From hacking cell phones, to infiltrating home wifi, or even controlling the audio in my car which we spoke about previously in this book, nothing was beyond their reach.
"Posse comitatus" (Latin for "the power of the county") is a federal law that generally prohibits the use of the federal military for domestic law enforcement purposes. This means if resources I suspected were being used against me were of a military nature whether it was Bree or my flagged searches from fusion centers, as a civilian it was against federal law to use those resources against me. Looking back now I can see how I spent too much time worried about who was doing it or why and not enough time on the solutions to stop it. As for putting a stop to the hacking and digital harassment the solution was so simple it eluded me for some time. I have a habit of making simple problems bigger by my solution to them being way over what is needed. This was a prime example in that I was back tracing the wifi traffic, analyzing analytics from different collection points, and putting together proof of the network intrusions. While visiting a tech company for help with this I was told “The only people who could have the technology or program available to do this would be the NSA.” Apparently there was a program developed that would allow for this, but not much about it is publicly known. Imagine the world finding out basically any cell phone at any time can be accessed and potentially its camera and microphone turned on without the knowledge of the owner. I am not saying this exists but that is what was suggested to me by this technical advisor. I wish I hadn’t heard that from him because it sent my mind spiraling into a web of paranoia that took months to recover from.
I think it is important to note I was, and am, just a cleaner. I like the rhythm of cleaning where I can put on headphones and while cleaning just focus on the job at hand. As someone who suffers from chronic anxiety this time is precious. Aside from cleaning and coloring, the only other time I find this peace is driving. I went to college for cyber security but the math and coding at a certain point went over my head and ironically I switched my major to creative writing. I determined for me and my life I wanted to write words instead of code, I wanted to tell stories and even possibly get into journalism instead of building a website or apps. The way I see it, basically the social media space is already dominated and likely won’t be unseated anytime soon and in my humble opinion the major players in the app category (aside from AI) have already come out. Needless to say, writing is my passion.
Chapter 3 Their Game
The following may come as a shock to many but I must first divulge parts of this are my personal opinion of what is going on. Watching a drop of water makes ripples but often you can trace the ripples back to a single drop of water. As I do not know the outcome of the reports made to multiple agencies I can’t proclaim the following as fact. Herein is “Their Game” as I believe it to be:
The fact that I saw the cash totals on the paper by itself wouldn’t alarm me. What raised issues was the number of cash totals mixed with the military crates. I had to work backwards and it took months to do so. First, I asked myself where did this clean come from? That answer would unravel a lot of answers for me and pose some dangerous conclusions. The clean was assigned to me by my then landlord which out of courtesy I won’t name. When I did a public record search on his business who hired me and rented to me I noticed something a little off. He’d had several complaints with the state and other businesses prior to this one and once he lost his licence for services being provided at the rental locations he simply opened a new company and rolled on with what he was doing. Let’s start at the beginning then I’ll get to the strange and quite frightening parts. The landlord was providing something called CADI services basically support for disabled persons who needed it which by itself wasn’t concerning. What made it suspicious was the fact that the complaints often claimed those services either weren’t done professionally or flat out were not being performed at all. Other complaints called the landlord basically a slum lord who refused to fix anything. Those facts alone wouldn’t have been enough and then I remembered something. The caretaker of my building (who never cleaned the building) was brought in by the landlord from Nigeria. He was living to my knowledge rent free and getting paid to “watch cameras” which is funny because my car was robbed and they claimed they had no video of the occurrence.
Connecting the ripples in the water so to speak I then asked myself who was renting the house and found it was eight members from let’s just say a war torn area in the middle east. So we have basically at least eight people living in a virtual mansion in Edina, MN with large sums of money written on paper, military crates that are empty, marked explosive and left behind. As a side note those crates are, even empty, I was told the value if sold on ebay or another site between 100-600 dollars depending on condition, age, and other factors. Back to the landlord there was money pouring in at $240 dollars per person, per day. That’s right per day! We are talking about an entire apartment building and each resident pays rent and the landlord's company still bills the State of Minnesita for $240 a day. I can personally attest to repairs that rarely happened, snow that was often half plowed (even left my sister stranded once) and various other conditions you would never expect to find in a place receiving such funding. This is a respectful description. I'll just leave it at that.
My mind would settle on terrorism which was based on all the ripples starting to add up to something bigger than what I had first thought. The landlord’s own relative came to live on site and when I asked him how he got approved for the services he said “staff told me how to get approved.” At the same time the foreign people were moving in, the original renters were being let go of or thrown out. To be clear in this fictional story I left on my own accord. I no longer felt safe, and the more I dug into things the more I wished I hadn’t. The tactics used by the landlord and staff to bring me to that decision were nothing short of scare tactics, bullying, and flat out harassment. I received several notices that I was being evicted due to non-payment of rent only to find out after checking with the bank my rent was paid, and they had the canceled check to provide proof. After I had had enough I packed up everything, cleaned the unit, and never looked back. What I didn’t expect was their possible involvement in the dire situations I would face later like being chased at over 117 miles per hour, numerous death threats, and an onslaught against my wellbeing. I called it “kicking a hornet's nest”, but you could also just say I pissed off the wrong group of people, the kind with a ton of disposable income and resources to back it up. They became the second factor I had to consider but they also as I’ll later show link back to “Bree”. The story right now is puzzle pieces as I recall them but by the end of the book the pieces will emerge to show the full picture.
Chapter 4 The Highest Level
When it became clear to me that an agency (unknown to me) , hackers, or possibly current or ex military were the source of the hacking that was going on and the systematic dismantling of my emails and phone numbers I decided to escalate the matter the the highest level of government. I wrote directly to the White House. Some may see this as perhaps an act of foolishness but at this point I’d been without decent sleep for months, I lost roughly twenty pounds a month consistently over several months and my mental health was hanging on by a thread. As you may know sleep deprivation leads to increased levels of adenosine, which has an inhibitory effect on neural activity, contributing to the feeling of sleepiness and reduced cognitive function. Also a lack of sleep produces Dopamine, shown to increase dopamine release in certain brain regions, particularly the prefrontal cortex, nucleus accumbens, and hypothalamus. This increase in dopamine can contribute to feelings of heightened alertness, increased motivation, and even a temporary antidepressant effect, though these are often short-lived and accompanied by other negative cognitive and behavioral changes. To be succinct I was a train wreck waiting to happen and the message I sent to the White House was a “hail mary pass” to say the least. I want to be clear about one thing like the other agencies (except one) I contacted, I received no direct response.
Escalating things in perception and a lack of sleep really was the start of the downfall of things for me on a personal and professional level. Having left my apartment and placed things in storage the outcome wasn’t good at all I became homeless. I would later find out I suffered from a psychotic break, and detachment from reality. It is from this point of the story that I can only describe the events as they happened. This was the thin line where fact and fiction could no longer be determined. In essence, this was the beginning of the rabbit hole I would go down. While homeless I had at one point lost my id and other documents when my vehicle mysteriously vanished. I still to this day do not know who took it but I have my suspicions. I would later find out that Bree most likely stole checks written for $1000 or more and cashed them fraudulently. At every corner when I would attempt to report any of these events I was met with skepticism and rolling eyes. In full disclosure it didn’t help matters that I had a history of mental illness.
During a portion of my homelessness I ended up at an out of state hospital. I would be admitted and released shortly after a week here, four days there, you get the picture. Later that hospital would claim I signed out A.M.A (against medical advice) the fact was they had me sign a black form and likely added that after. I do know I never knowingly signed out A.M.A as I wanted to get better. I knew by this point not everything I thought was real it was a part of sleep deprivation. My assumption was that by staying in the hospital I would sleep and things would work themselves out from the mental standpoint. I should point out that when my vehicle vanished so did basically all I owned, along with medication so another benefit to the hospital was I could get medicated and get better.
At this point in the story some might jump to the conclusion it was all mental illness and all I can do is assure the reader it was not. You’ll have to come to your own conclusions at the end but for arguments sake I offer that when the first elements of this were taking place I was in a decent headspace. I don’t blame those who label everything as mental illness where someone with a diagnosis has an event like this. I blame a system of doctors, and even entertainment who can at times, paint the picture that it’s all mental illness. The best I can describe it is like this: recently I had radiation treatment for brain tumors and during that process I attributed all my symptoms from back ache, dry mouth, ringing in my ears, and basically any other symptom to the radiation. That is until it was explained to me by my team that simply isn’t the case the brain radiation symptoms are directly related to the area being treated. I used this example intentionally because just as brain radiation symptoms are limited so too is mental illness in my opinion. Just because someone might be manic depressive does not mean that all the symptoms Are derived from that illness. in the same way that someone could be schizoaffective or schizophrenic, not everything they perceive is mental illness. Every time you might go inpatient in a hospital you can meet a wide variety of characters. Most of the people you will find are great and might even help you on your journey to recovery. The problem becomes some of the people can be a trigger to actually escalate your illness in at least what I found from my hospital stays over the many years I've had them.
My Problem was at the specific time some of the people were making issues worse by exacerbating my condition with their own symptoms and us basically feeding off each other's illness. By the time I realized this I was in pretty bad shape and started to self-isolate so that I could eliminate some of the stimuli, rest more and actually get better. While I would love to say that was the end of my issues, it certainly wasn't in truth. I really wish they wouldn't have done the releases when they did because I could have gotten a handle on things had I stayed longer.
Upon my release I was still homeless so I started sleeping behind buildings, sleeping in parks or really anywhere I could find as it was still cold as it was only at this point March or April. As I was homeless and living outside I continue to drop weight at a steady pace the most I'd ever lost that quickly in my life. That wouldn't be something I would have known about until months later when I saw the hospital records and the weight changes. What I can say is at least in my instance being homeless didn’t help things any.
Within the escalation to the highest level there is one event or encounter I do know to be true because others saw it. I was doing a weekly email to the White House (which probably sounds crazy) and a gentleman in a trench coat of sorts and glasses came into the facility I was using the computer and asked for me by name. I carefully launched into “Big Bird” mode and switched out of my coat and into a bright yellow one and got the hell out of there. While I have my suspicions on who he was with I never saw him again.
Remember that warrant I spoke of in California? At this point of being homeless and shaking all night in the freezing cold etc and having no food I decided to make the warrant something positive and I walked to a police department and asked to be brought in on that warrant. I was told it “didn’t exist.” It is then that he informed me I’d be taken in for another matter but I wouldn’t know what that matter was officially for some time. While there I was released on $100 bond but the problem remained homelessness. The good thing was the time in jail helped me to reset my brain, but that was short lived. I soon would return to the hospital again and things started to get really strange.
I made a few friends who introduced me to even more friends in the hospital. I’ll never forget the time one guy said to another “Do you know this guy? He’s a legend.” I certainly don’t think of myself as a legend but I believe he was basing that on stories of my times that had happened as described in this story or perhaps other events that were happening in the hospital. Either way that comment stayed with me as I believe we can all be legends and do something legendary in our lives. From those who feed the homeless, to nurses, doctors, and first responders the world is full of true legends.
At this point in the hospital run I was in pretty rough shape and even worse than before. I was hearing things that weren’t there, and my brain was doing a very odd thing I still don’t fully understand. I started trying to link everything to something else or figure out connections under the assumption that everything was linked. Later a doctor would tell me this is a portion of “clinical psychosis.” Getting back on track to our story in this fictional tale this is exactly what someone going after you might want. Discredit the person, make them seem insane, and then anything you’ve done or will do is simply written off and later not believed. With mental illness you can actually turn the person against themselves. We’ve all heard the phrase “I am my own worst enemy” and that is especially true of someone with a diagnosis going through a crisis. You’ll note that during this time I am not mentioning a lot of would be conspiracy notions that because in fairness to the reader and really myself since I can’t prove anything during that time wasn’t mental illness it serves no purpose at that specific time to go further down the rabbit hole. The good news is I would get better be it much later down the road. To be honest I do not know how long I was homeless for I only have a rough idea. For starters I got a tattoo of a date on my arm in the middle of everything and I know that I was basically homeless at that time. Everything is a blur around that time and I’ve determined I’ll never have all the answers.
Chapter 5 OLEG
At heart I am a patriot and I Would be remiss if I didn't say I love my country. My family's background is very heavy in military history. My biological grandfather was actually a colonel in the United States Army but the history doesn't stop there as my uncle after adoption retired as a rear Admiral for the Navy. I could go on but let's just say my family is steeped in military history. I enlisted some time ago but ended up being medically discharged for my multiple sclerosis that they found. I was shattered when I couldn't serve while I Now understand it today at the time I hung on to the words that my recruiter said that no matter what we'd be there for you. part of what we're told and we're enlisting or the old we take when we enlist is that we will defend the Constitution against all enemies foreign and domestic. we would not be where we are today if this were not followed by Patriots. there is also a famous quote "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants" is a famous quote by Thomas Jefferson. It will be abundantly clear shortly why I mentioned that quote.
If the title of this chapter doesn't make sense to you that's because honestly it shouldn't. unless you've been digging in the databases of cases against elected officials you’ve probably never heard of it before. Oleg is actually the name of a individual from Russia and sealed file and court action. While in jail I was given access to a law database and what started as a search just to pass the time quickly enveloped me. We all by now know of an elected official who was convicted of thirty four felonies but what you may not know is the number and sheer volume of legal actions both on behalf of and against that individual for he is our sitting president. The vows I took at M.E.P.S meant something and one of them is that you follow the orders of your commander in chief. Also personally I think anyone in that position deserves a lot of respect.
In a way all the court filings I read and the more I did diligent research I learned even those in the public eye not only have their struggle but also often have forces working against them behind closed doors. Some of what he says I grant you may be hyperbole but in the end I've come to grow to have a deep respect for him. I spent months pouring over case after case and most actually are fully public. I learned a lot during that time about just how twisted our judicial system can be and how much bias there can be and discrimination and disparity between those with money and those without. I actually attended Trump University and I later went on to join a program called the Trump Network. When people lined up to be sure for the University I did not because I valued the education I received and I was never under the impression that it was accredited. I believe most of the suits were filed but to this day I never saw anything from anyone claiming it was accredited.
At the time of this research I began a round of new medicine and I started getting full sleep almost every night. I started a routine and many visitors came to see me from churches, synagogues and temples. I dove into the Jehovah Witness literature, I poured over the Jewish Bible, and I began to find myself. I was still often sorting the prior events in my head but I came to a peace and serenity knowing I could live in this moment and not one moment into the past or future. There is a peace that can be found in the surrender to this process. It really takes some effort but the rewards far outweigh that effort and the end result is priceless.
I made the chapter OLEG because it’s a big part of how I healed and moved on until finally I just let go. I figured (and still do) if people wanted to claim it was all mental illness who was I to argue. A truck that was just purchased vanished despite having tracking on it okay sure. The messages that were heard by multiple people in the car were fake yeah alright. The list could go on to infinum but it doesn't matter going back to the previous chapter that was the part of their game. So my advice: if you're ever in a situation like that where you lose your marbles so to speak, find your game, find what gets you out of that space. In some instances you might find peace and less anxiety by coloring for other people. It may be a puzzle but whatever it is you have to find your source of peace. Lastly I think there's something to be said for therapy and some people need medication and that's okay. The preceding chapters will all be about what happened next. We've really spent enough time on the before, let's get to the after because that is where this story begins.
Chapter 6 Lost Time
Most have probably experienced a loss of time at some point whether from being distracted or otherwise so involved in an activity or watching a movie we’ve all I believe lost time. I still have gaps of time with little memory of the events that happened. To me the parts I do remember some I can not look back at with some bit of levity while others scare me. I remember at one point walking on foot from my home state to an airport in the neighboring state and it taking literally all day to do so there was a reason in my head to do so, but when I got there reality set in I’d walked all that way for nothing and I had no energy to get back. Things like that I can now admit solemnly made me break down in tears. There were several instances of this and at least twice I was picked up by ambulance I believe once from an M.S. attack, and the other I had hurt my ankle so bad I believed it was sprained as it would take no pressure. One other time in my life I’ve had this walk for seemingly no reason happen and I don’t know if it’s my brain's way of trying to figure things out, or just part of a breakdown, but looking back it mostly fills me with great sadness. My heels were often bloody from walking so much and my heels were so worn out you could see lower layers of skin and blood. It wasn’t that I had inadequate shoes, it was that I was walking so much I was wearing out my heels.
Parts of my lost time to this day don’t make sense to me. Imagine for a moment you don’t recall a couple of days and your friends report that you were out of contact but no matter how hard you try you can’t fill in the blanks that to me will be something that is so motivational I will do everything I can to ensure it never happens again. I mentioned the homeless piece prior and I would like to touch on some “miracles” of sorts that I encountered. While walking I discovered on multiple occasions care packages of sorts left in places like the woods, in parks, and even once downtown. It isn’t that they were left there for me specifically, it's that people I believe were leaving them out for the homeless. The bundles would include a change of clothes and often a sweater or coat. Let me say this, if you're homeless and freezing a bundle like that is far more valuable than money and I know on multiple occasions those items saved my life. There were points where I was sleeping outside and it was just above freezing. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Another time I recall being down town and someone left a togo container of food on a table with clean eating utensils. I watched for a while as I hadn’t eaten in several days and when no one came I quickly swallowed my pride and took it. So if you left that meal out on purpose thank you, and if I unknowingly stole your lunch I apologize.
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