What an adventure- part 2

Well, I don't have time to organize my thoughts on any of this at the moment so, forgive me. I'm a lot like #Bukowski and #HunterSThompson. I just sit down and write, and the words just pour out.

After settling in at Jenny's cousin, Dennis's house in, Coldwater  Michigan, I quickly went to work for him in the last company I ever wanted to work for due to the fact that I don't like doing concrete work. I am a finish carpenter, and failing to recognize my worth was one of his biggest mistakes.
He cheated on his wife, which should of been a red flag, and was but I ignored it out of my desperation for a place to live and an income. He paid me only 100 dollars a day, which was from 7 a.m. until whenever he felt the day was over, then to ask me to work saturdays- For Free!
 During that time, he manipulated me to get everything out of me that he could. He criticizewd me for doing exactly what he instructed me to do- Even though he knows that I am disabled, and caonnot lift more than a certain amount of weight, or work more than 4-6 hours a day.

He was over bearing, and insistent on being the "Alpha'' male. He always made references, subtle and direct, regarding giving him oral sex- some of these conversations were recorded on my phone for my protection. He was oppressive to me in every way- always telling me that I needed to work and not write or try to continue in my efforts with Prospect Studio. He didn't want me on the meds I was perscribed. He didn't want me getting medical attention. He was on the keto diet, which meant everyone was on the keto diet. He wouldnt allow us to have coffee breaks. And when lunch time rolled around we might get fifteen minutes to eat his coldcuts and crap. Sorry my autocorrect isnt on and I am frantic to write this down now for anyone who may care about me.
I have been locked up in my bedroom, and unable to leave my own mind- consistently brow-beaten over my medical needs and requirements. (adult abuse).

He would invite me to dinner on Friday night, going to Bill's Grillhouse, where he would drink top shelf vodka and then often stick me with the bill- even though I had only a 12 dollar hamburger and a couple draft beers, about 20 bucks. The bill, however, was around 250 with a tip... On my 500 a week income. WHATEVER.

Anyway, I toyed with the thought of quitting and moving on but my plan of accumulating money and a new opportunity had not been fulfilled.  When I shared these plans with "Jason" I was asked very sincerely, to stick it out for a while- Jason was suicidal over it all too, and because of the friendship that we had, I stayed. 
Yet, one day, out of the blue, I decided to try tinder again. Met a woman within 24hours that wanted to meet- never counting on it. This makes for about 40 women that I have been out with in the past few years. Each one has something horribly wrong with their lives that I couldn't subject myself to. SO, we met and spent the weekend together.
This is the short version.

I finally decided that enough was enough with Dennis after having been robbed of 4 grand cash out of my bedroom. If I can't trust you with my money, I cannot trust you with my life.
I took what was left and began carrying it on my person. Over my dead body type of thing. And I mean it.

I instructed Julie to come get me and take me to work that Friday (about 3 weeks ago) See twitter.
Her orders were to drop me off at the job, and to find me a weekly room at a motel.
It was Saturday night when she finally broke down and told me what has happening , and been happening, at her home.

She explained that the electrical circuits keep popping all of the time, and that the switches and outlets are melting and sparking. She explained that her 83 year old mother, 8 year old grand-daughter, and her only daughter live with her in the home. AND that she has 5 horses with an electrical fence that needs mending, 9 cats, 5 dogs... and a pig running loose that is the yard.
And that's just the... Tip.

I ordered her to take me to her home immediately. So, we packed up all of my crap, cashed out the room, and jumped on the road.

When I got to her home I walked into a nightmare- to say the least. Taking the helm of her vessel, I began barking orders and making a list of materials and tools that were needed.

After spending around 600 dollars on the things for her home- tools that were needed and equipment, the calls for back-up were made. If I had not stepped in, she would have went to jail eventually for animal welfare, elderly welfare, child abuse, and the list goes on. Initially, the vision of her family burning up in a house fire during the holidays was in the paper of my mind. Refusing to stand by and wait for that to happen, I took responsibility for everything. She could not be charged with anything due to the fact that there was actions being taken. 

The home next door belonged to her mom, since her father passed away 9 years ago this November 5th. She moved mom in with her, and the house was abandoned. I surveyed and inventoried evrything that was in her best interest- from my own perspective. After calling builders in the area to come assess the situation, none responded. The local paper was on the freezer so, I thumbed through it to find someone to bang heads together with. I wanted someone to give me an idea regarding the hopes and costs for the endeavor but there was only a Handy-man ad. I was the damn handy-man here. I wanted someone with a brain. 

Well, after battling in my head over calling him, I finally did. Ed came right out with his wife, looking it over just enough to tell me sixty grand... up front! NO! I said to myself. I can do it on a shoe string.
He went on to offer me a job. After agreeing to pay me a piddly 20 bucks an hour, which I was happy to have a job offer so quickly in the area, he gave me the coordinates and time to meet.
After a few days, I told him that the guy he had working was NO GOOD. And, in short, I got rid of him and took over. Now, I have made a very good friend, which I needed here, providing me with a buffer from the atrocities at the home that I have to tend to.

We spent Thanksgiving together, last night, at his home in, Defiance. That's where God has guided me, I guess because I am "defiant" but I will remain to be until I am recognized as the right person to the Throne. And if anyone has a problem with that, we can talk about it.

If you would like to actually "See" the real deal, go to YouTube, 

MrBluesilingus/ZacheryPolk  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7BKod0EmZ0sVDItRLkZ7ig?view_as=subscriber 

and find, "Out of the frying pan, and Into the FIRE".
There are 16 parts so far, making up a video series chapter of my Book, "Escaping The Despondent Sea"   Maybe I should privatize them as they are my notes essentially. Here's a link to the first one, which I botched somehow due to having only a crappy Straight-talk service and phone from Wal Mart- where poor people shop. 
https://youtu.be/phIcsTiLTMI

I gotta run. I will be back with more soon. If not, it's because I am dead. Thanks a lot for reading my stories! Until someone shoots me for speaking out, I will continue to do so, and I urge each, and every one of you, to do the same.

Peace, Love,. Care
Come see me. You might find something Special.
Zachery S. Polk