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Well, after working in Ludington on a pot farm, and performing a list of impossibilities (as documented in previous twitter posts)- I pulled free from the clutches of a man mad with his own disorders. Being that he is HIV positive, and recovering from morphine use, he is mad at the world. He has a habit of "cock-blocking" anyone over the least of their wants. Let's rewind a bit...

After becoming established with the local communtiy mental health agency, in Ludington, Michigan, the Psychiatrist ordered a blood draw. When I returned to the next appointment she questioned me, as to why there were amphetamines in my bloodstream. Come to find out, Dave was drugging me to get more work out of me. Out of the blue, he began to offer me food for lunch- putting cocaine in my food. She placed me on devalproex or something like that, saying that I am bipolar- whatever. 

Anyway,
I am a pretty good detective, having taken inventory of his home, searching for clues as to his habits and associations- finding tooter straws in various places, for instance. He was also connected to the KKK. AND, he held a Political seat, (City Council), running every election in order to be re-elected. He never cleaned his house- ever, ad was online searching for women with HIV, to entrap in his existence but could not find one since he had no money that he was willing to part with. And he never paid me a dime for over $30,000 dollars in labors. Five pounds of weed would have been nice since he had garbage bags full of it that was going bad due to the fact that he couldn't sell it. Lonnie was one of his local distributors- later getting busted for selling coke to the cops multiple times. Dave quickly severed communications with him. Lonnie went on to roll over on everyone he could to get out of it. Even Harley Davidson stepped in and took his bike back0 it';s in the contract.

Having me on the farm was a convenience to him- keeping the pot safe since "everyone" stole from him. Truth was that he stole all that he could from everyone else, especially me. When Dave was going to "put me up" I was under the impression that I would be staying in his pig stye- ending up cleaning his house for him. Whatever.

When I arrived there, the first task was to replace the oil pan gasket on a Chevy 2500 HD- a 93% (I did it without a manual) failure rate. After documenting the repair on Twitter, he decided to re-roof his dilapidated, much neglected house in town- just a block away from his mother and father (whom happened to be a preacher for 50 years), where he religiously ate meals. Luckily for me, I was invited to dinner too, sometimes. Dave bled his parents for money every chance he got, preying on their love for him and his HIV case. Yeah, there's supposed to be another paragraph for that change but I don't care right now. These are more like notes for the real story. 

When Dave offered me food, it was rotted chicken from his fridge that his mommy bought him- on sale. He didn't cook a thing. He is so cheap that he goes to Home Depot for free coffee- rather than making it at home. Anyone who knows Home Depot knows that their coffee is terrible. Besides that, the gas it takes to run around, he could have \had better coffee, as well as saved money, by getting it at the store. There was a package of rotting chicken in the back of the Chevy that I repaired when I got there. Just for fun, I left it there to see how long it would remain. I ended up getting rids of it due to the fact that I couldn't stand it any longer.

There was a house next door to the farm that Dave wanted to buy. It was up for auction. He was so greedy, he wanted everything for himself in life, to store up and let rot- keeping it from anyone else who might have interest in it.

There was a few acoustic guitars that he took in trade for weed from desperate people. He knew I was interested in them- one of them but he refused me to have iot even though it was barely worth the fifty dollars he traded for it. There's much more.

To keep it short, I pulled out and went to Beaverton, Michigan, with the intentions of seeking refuge at a friend's house in order to help him through the winter. Jeff has had numerous stints, as well as open heart surgery. 
After moving all of my belongings from a storage facility to his home, I find out that he has dementia. He became violent, threatening to hit me one night while discussing my medical needs. I became to live in great fear. He had already explained that he was going to kill his exgirlfriend's man- had the bead on him and was about to pull the trigger. I was afraid to do anything at all. 
I became to be so fear filled that I could not prepare food, do laundry, or go out to the wood stove if he was asleep ( afraid the dogs would bark and disturb him). 
My probation requirements were to report for drug testing twice a month- which I had to have him drive me. I was afraid to ask him to take me. My medical needs were not met because I was afraid to ask him to take me to where I needed to be. Everything I needed put him out, even though he knew I had needs that needed to be met. 
My mental health care lapsed and meds ran out. The stress went through the roof. 

He was asked if he would be interested in skinning and quartering deer for deer season, which he initially stated to the head of the butcher shop that he was interested. When I learned that he had the deer job I sensed that there was another position for me, processing deer at the butcher shop. I had Jeff take me there to secure the position. Jeff claimed credit for "getting me the job". Okay, fine. Whatever. Immediately, I began working as the deer poured in. Instantly I went to the top of the cutters, having been processing wild game all of my life.
 The job only paid me 9 bucks ( haha) an hour but I was thankful and worked as long as I could each day- sometimes working until the store closed at 8 p.m.

The heads of my department quickly became close to me- providing me with transportation to and from work each day. I really had no idea how good I was doing. What alarmed me was going home and having visions of carving the flesh from the faces of those I associated with, while relaxing and talking to them.
 Six weeks or so later I had earned 1500 dollars. As the job slowed down to less than 6 deer a day I saw my end and prepared to do something about moving out so, I called a girlfriend of mine to drive me to a new opportunity. What amazes me is that I didn't think to call Dennis sooner- like way before the many nightmares that I found myself subjected to. One of those was a near murder of myself! 
My, so-called close friend, Larry, tried to kill me with a beer can full of battery acid over the four thousand dollars I had in my pocket! He handed me the can, saying, "This must be your beer". I took the can. It felt very warm. I put it to my lips and let a small amount splash into my mouth. As the substance surfaced my tongue I knew it was acid but that was just before it splashed my throat.

Anyway, my friend, "Tresha" drives a Ford Explorer that her family gave her after her father passed away. It was the least they could do for her. She jumped in it and came to me within an instant. Once we got on the road I noticed a rumble in the front end that told me a wheel bearing was gone. We got as far a St. John's when it blew apart. We barely got it off the highway. I got out and looked, and sure enough, the tire was sideways. We climbed into the vehicle to escape the cold. A few minutes later a truck pulled up next to us. The driver came running over saying that the truck was on fire. I jumped out and looked and sure enough, the brake caliper was burning where it was able. The truck driver handed me a bottle of diet coke, and I dowsed out the flames.

Tresha got on the phone and called State Farm. They dispatched a tow truck that cost me $295. It flat-bedded the truck 92 miles to where I was going. Luckily we rented a hotel room for the night before, so we wouldn't have to drive in the dark, which was good considering the wheel bearing and cv axle! The parts tallied- one cv axle 70 bucks. One brake caliper and a set of pads, 100 bucks. One 32 millimeter socket and a 3/8 to half inch adapter- 20 bucks. One quart of brake fluid, 7 bucks. And, last but not least, a wheel bearing 109 bucks. Thanks O'Rielly's Auto Parts.
 
Luckily, for me, Dennis has a big barn and a bunch of tools. Coincidentally, Tresha's dad also had a tool box in the truck that nearly had what we needed- aside from a breaker bar. I improvised with a bottle jack to crack some hard to break bolts. Five hours later, and two trips to the parts store, I had her fixed and back on the road. But, that's not to overlook starting off at Dennis's house with a problem. I have no idea how he really felt about it, and little did I know at the time, he was just setting me up. We will get into that. 

We got up the next day, (Sunday), and sent Tresha on her way home. After that we went back into the barn and built a cement form for a fire-pit made out of air-crete- a total failure to which he never revisited to try again- expecting me to sort out the details for him!

So, I have a new place to live, and a job. The only problem I now have is smoothing over my probation officer so she does not violate me. I was on probation until June- remember the probation for growing pot when my Jenny protested my own protest of grounding her daughter for one day from the internet over pulling a knife on her mom regarding cleaning her bedroom? Yeah. I can't make this stuff up. There's more but that's enough drama for now- almost. This is the best part of it so far...
Dennis, at one point, tried to convince me into going to stay with a friend of his in Mexico thayt he was sending money too- a grand a t a time. I never took the bait. He also convinced me into putting my money in one of his safes full of weapons- giving me the combo, and trying to feign off knowing the combo in order to build up my security.  This was after his teenage son stole some weed from my room. My feeling is, he was hopping for me to get wrapped up with the police again, where he could claim the money for himself. 
After he repeatedly destroyed my trust in him, I removed my money (10,000) from the safe and hid it in my room again. Later on I decided to start cleaning my room out in anticipation of moving out (not wanting his wife to deal with anything but an immaculate room). What I found under the mattress... Well. I had looked under the mattress when I had took occupancy of this upstairs bedroom, overlooking the deck and river channel. There was no porn, drugs, or weapons. NOW, there was a Tuarus, laser sighted, compact revolver- fully loaded with very destructive bullets. These were the ones known as, "Cop Killers". There were five. The evidence is on my phone since I had researched the entire thing when I found it. I immediately put it right back until I could understand what was going on here.
That's enough drama for now. I don't want to ruin it. It will all be in my book, "Escaping The Despondent Sea"- that is, if I don't die of a stress related heart attack or kill myself, which I think about a lot.

  Watch out for people who prey on your love and emoptions that only want to use you up for everything they can take. "I Love You" is often a tool.There have been several attempts on my Life, from people who have stated this. Its all going to be in this book.

The first of the police reports have been filed, and NAMI has been alerted. Now, with the help of the media from these cases- the advertisements have already been paid for. How's that for promotion- turning bad situations into Gold.

You [sons a bitches], who did these atrocities to me, are going to regret it for the rest of your miserable lives. People who meet me never forget me. I will be the first thing you think about when you wake. And I will be the last thing you think about when you go to sleep. You robbed me of my children, my business, my family- and everything I have ever tried to do. Now it's my game. Sue me. You cannot take money from someone you already gleaned.
And this is only Part 1- there are three parts, and a fourth to come.

God grant me the serenity to survive this stuff.


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.


Well, after, finally, realizing that I was being taken advantage of, in Ludington, I called my friend, Jeff Gibbons, of Beaverton. He was quick to come and meet me half-way across the state.

Packing up my things, I alerted, Dave, that I had to go spend the winter with, Jeff, due to his health issues. He had just had open heart surgery, in the recent past, and was living alone- and having a great amount of chores to tend to in order to survive. It would be a seemingly safe, and serene, place to be while I contemplated my plan of what to do regarding my affairs.

I have an auto-policy that pays for care-giving assistance for myself.

When I loaded up Dave's car, with my property, some of those things were laid claim to. Namely a very high powered pellet rifle, and an Hitachi hammer drill- both brand new. For the sake of executing my mission, I let it go, reminding Dave that those were mine.
He stated that they were his. Without arguing, planning on re-addressing the issue at a later date, and wanting him to carry on with getting me half-way to Jeff- I let it ride.

Once at Jeff's house, we made plans to gather all of my residual affects from my storage unit in, Boyne City.

We relocated everything to Jeff's, where I was told that I could store everything in the chicken coop. Well, He never cleaned the coop, myself having to do it in order to store my stuff.
As a result, I now have  Histoplasmosis, as well as another very serious sight threatening condition.

In Short, Jeff has dementia, becoming violent with me after taking me hostage in his miserable existence.
Breaking away from his home, stating that I had a job offer to go see about, we both agreed that my belongings were safe and secure at his house. I offered him $100 a month in return. He refused.

He became angry with me (I have the texts on my phone archive) because he was alone in life, having chased everyone away that loved him, due to his violent nature. His is even violent with his dog, which is near death in her age.

My senses alerted me that Coldwater was not a safe place to relocate my belongings due to the fact that Dennis offered to have me place them in his barn earlier on, but then every time I mentioned the need to relocate them, he poo-pooed me, ignoring the importance. It was my understanding that he had other plans for me... Which proved to be true. #INSTINCTS

Once I broke free from his clutches, having created a place to relocate things, and regain control of my business efforts, I contacted Jeff, telling him that I was coming to get my affects.

He informed me that my things were all gone!
My whole Studio affects! Years of writing, files, photographs, heirlooms, Motorcycles, Snow-thrower, fishig/hunting/survival gear, my valuable tools, band equipment, P.A. system, keyboards, guitars, mandolin, banjo, the list goes on and on.

I did not want to file charges against him. I did not want to sue him. I have never sued anyone but for the auto insurance company. I have a very long list of persons, and entities, that I can go after- which I have decided that I will, INDEED.
Now, This Cat Is Out Of The Bag, and someone is going to get Scratched.
Money makes the world go round? Deny me what is mine, for the sake of having your own? That doesn't sound fair. This book is going to throw it all on the table, and I will force feed it to anyone who wants to deny that this kind of wrong-doing goes on every day.
Well, if someone doesn't do something, our children will suffer the same inhumanity.
Reluctantly, I have filed a police report- the last thing, in the world, that I wanted to do. Almost, the entire contents of my life's work, was there- every artifact that made up the brick and mortar of Prospect Studio.

I am a highly trained professional, in a wide range of fields. My credit was five star. My ex wife abused that, and left me on the street with no way to care for myself, after being rear-ended by a semi. The lawsuit was pending for over 2 million dollars- dismissed without prejudice.
She was to get half but did nothing to continue, abandoning myself, and every detail needing attention.
It has taken me a very long time to recover, to the point where I can address things.
I will not die, not having dom=ne something, to demonstrate, that which my children need demonstrating. Now, the ball is rolling, and I now join the 20% that actually follow through with their rights, as Constituents, and, So-Called, Consumers.
#Leadership #FamilyValues #Success #Business #Constituency #Community

The World Will Become A Better Place, because I have Escaped The Despondent Sea.

Merry Christmas-

MadPat Kiderm- Sea Captain
(illustrations and effects editing soon)                   Thank You For Your Valuable Time

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