More On My Case.

Like I said, I don't know how all of these places are connected. I know that Chinese restaurant in where I tried to get a meal once in 1990 or 91, because the bathroom there was so vital to me. (Like I said, my doctors tell me the damage to my bladder is very serious now. My bladder walls are stretched thin and very rubbery, they tell me. And everyone in my life already of that and my Cerebral Palsy by then.) It was in the same parking lot as the buffet I used to eat at in the late evening. And the waitress or owner was obnoxious with me, almost as if she seemed to know that I was eating there to get permission to use her restrooms. She really did. The male worker jokingly picked up the phone and said "Dearborn police?" It was in Dearborn Heights actually, like the park where I'd like to go for a walk when I felt down. But both cities border each other and both are in Wayne County, like Detroit. Now it does seem like she was acting weird and seemed to know me. Even though we never met and I never did anything wrong there. But forgetting that for the moment, most or all of my problems are centered in Detroit and Dearborn in Wayne County. In fact the worst abuse I got was always in Dearborn. That is where that hospital was, that is where my HS was. (Where that girl there coughed like she was launching missiles, in volleys of three. And then a couple of seconds either I heard three strikes like she they hit they target. And that boy was obviously coughing on purpose, for several years at least. But fellow students said that's just the way he coughs. And coughing, unlike sneezing or burping, is never to be questioned socially [seriously, they did say that]. And I told fellow student, you're coughing loudly and disrupting class. But they said, look at the teacher. Does she seem to mind. And they were right, she didn't.) That's where the strip mall was where I almost lost my license for pouring coffee, in downtown Dearborn. And that mall was in Dearborn, where the cashier made a scene because he told me he was morally opposed to my interest in football cards. He told me that in a crowded store. (And I might as well tell you as long as I am mentioning it. That mall I just mentioned is the same mall where around 1980, I seemed to be able to restore sight to the blind.)

Now the incident that happened September 11, 2013. (September 11, 2013, where the arriving paramedic seemed to know me, and was concerned I was crossing a yellow "carefully, carefully" enough while an older driver didn't even see me or swerve.) That was in Oak Park and in Oakland County. Which had me surprised at the time, because like I said I thought my problems were in Wayne County, and Detroit or Dearborn. Oakland County is very different politically from Detroit and Wayne County. And I wasn't even sure if the police, first responders and others communicated that much. But they seemed to have been communicating about me. But why? I never did anything wrong. I was only minding my own business, and if I lost my car I'd be attacked on the way to that nearby drug for sure. Attacked or worse, I thought. And everyone, by which I mean the people in public services in those cities, knew about me. And they were part of all of this. All of this unethical and even possibly illegal behavior, against someone who was very law-abiding and just minding his own business. I get the impression now, from people's reactions now and other things, that the reason why everyone was doing all this was because they had some information on me all wrong. But that doesn't excuse that kind of behavior. That kind of behavior should never be tolerated. It's always wrong, and plus as I just said, people doing it might have their information all wrong. Just like with that practice of publicly humiliating mentally ill and handicapped people. What they accused me of at that drug store in 2011 was obviously false. But the other customers didn't know that. And we don't know what became of that rumor. And I live a very violent city where law enforcement is stretched very thin. I'll always be in danger because of that last one too. Always in danger, and like I tell people. That's another reason why I must always have a car.