Panhandling ZoneA friend sent me $60 through Pay Pay yesterday morning, the first donation since I set up the new Pay Pal account. The much appreciated $60 was for expenses of creating and mailing the paper pleadings in a wannabe Judge Judy's lawsuit against me in Birmingham, Alabama.
Yesterday afternoon, I FED EX'd a thick paper response to the clerk of the court in Birmingham, and sent copies to the plaintiff's email addresses and post office box in Birmingham.
I could not have done it, if I had not been been house-sitting a friend's home nearly 2 weeks, were I could think, alone, inside, not bothered by other people, the weather, sleeping nights on a hard metal bench in the front lobby of the Key West police station, interrupt by people needing to speak with police officers and homeless people talking to people I could not see.
Nor could I have done it without the late in the game pro bono help of a paralegal friend, who had the machines and the IT wizardry to quickly format what I wrote into something that looked like a lawyer wrote. The paralegal has a friend who did the pro bono notarization and arrangements with FED EX. I reimbursed them the cost of postage and FED EX.
They were not able to wrap their minds around the lawsuit, nor around the similar lawsuit the plaintiff filed against me Key West early this year, which Judge Bonnie J. Helms dismissed by striking all of the plaintiff's and my pleadings.
Back when I practiced law in Birmingham, sometimes a client would call me and say, so and so said he is going to sue me over ....
He doesn't have a case, does he?
Then how can he sue me?
Anybody can sue anyone over anything.
That's not right!
I agree, but it's still so. Doesn't mean its a winnable lawsuit, but it can be filed, and then it has to be defended.
That's not right!
Agreed, but that's how it is.
Here's something I found online yesterday about the Birmingham judge who was assigned the lawsuit after the plaintiff filed a motion for the judge originally assigned the case to recuse himself, because he had recused himself in all the other lawsuits the plaintiff had filed in the Birmingham courts, which were assigned to him.
Copyright © 2017 PAID FOR BY: The Committee to Elect Judge Brown Green
By the time I was done working on the responsive pleading to the plaintiff's lawsuit, I was starting to feel like a lawyer again. Although the plaintiff had seemed to have her heart set last December on me practicing law again, I never got to feeling up to it in her Key West lawsuit against me.
When I called the Alabama Bar Association maybe two months ago, they said all I have to do to reactivate my Alabama law license is pay several years' past due fees to the Alabama Bar's Client Recovery Fund, not much money owed, and pay for a new annual licence all lawyers pay each year in Alabama.
Maybe in my next life, if it's in Birmingham, or somewhere in Alabama, I will practice law again. The way this life has been going, I've had as many lives, or more, as I've had wives. Too many lives to count, actually.
I had hoped sending that thick pleading with exhibits to Birmingham would produce a vacation. Ha! When I got to the Key West police station around 10:30 p.m. last night, I learned the bathrooms were locked. I needed to pee. Where did I pee? I plead the 5th. But generally speaking, it's where any homeless person pees, who cannot get into a bathroom. Outside.
I wondered if the bathrooms had been closed to discourage the really troubled homeless woman, who'd taken to spending part of the night in the police station front lobby. Her coughing sounded like advanced TB or lung cancer. She was coughing up blood. She talked a lot to something I could not see. She talked loud. She used the women's bathroom a lot. Not after the bathroom was locked, though. If I had been the police chief, I might have locked the bathrooms, hoping she would stop coming to the police station at night.
I had 3 sleep spells last night. The 1st ended about 12:30 a.m. The next ended about 3 a.m. The last about 5 a.m. The sweet dreams I had hoped to have after all that hard work on the lawsuit must have gone to Birmingham, or were just wishful hoping. I was loaded up in my dreams. For the next piles of shit on my plate. Personal shit. Other people shit. Key West shit. America shit. North Korea shit. But not Russia's shit.
I was plainly told in a dream to stay out of Russia. Now that could have two meanings. The Trump-Russia saga in the news daily. And my 3rd wife, whom I gave a lot of money I had inherited. Her middle name was Catherine, and I often called her Katerina Katnipsky. Usually, dreams I have about Russia are about her.
I wrote to someone yesterday:
I learned over the years that it is more blessed to give than to receive caused me a great deal of financial trouble and best left for others to practice.
In another dream last night, a friend was going down the left-hand path, which was a metaphor he uses at times to describe someone going toward the Devil. I'll be letting him know about the dream.
In another dream, I was struggling to get through stuff between me and Key West.
When I woke up at 5 a.m., my bladder was not happy. I tried to get back to sleep. My bladder grew more unhappy. I got up, packed my bedroll and pillow on my bicycle and headed to where I could pee and make my bladder happy.
As I peed, I thought my bladder is making me a serious criminal, in Key West.
I was glad it was just my bladder that needed to be made happy, because I didn't have any toilet paper with me.
I would learn later today, from my erstwhile homeless girlfriend of her toilet paper experience this morning.
Kari called to say she was riding a city transit bus toward a small pocket park, where she hoped to be able to take a nap, because she'd had another mostly sleepless night outside due to severe back pain caused by another homeless woman attacking and knocking Kari down and then stomping on Kari's back right over where she had major colon surgery about a year and a half ago. Kari limps every step she takes. She ain't faking the pain.
Well, on the bus Kari felt the need to poop coming on strong, so she got off the bus at the corner of Truman Avenue and White Streets, where there are two convenience stores. The first one's bathroom was out of order. Instead of cross the street to the other one, she went over to the senior center next to the county government building.
Inside, Kari saw several homeless men she knew, waiting to be served the free lunch seniors can get there weekdays. Kari said hi to the men, asked one where the bathrooms were. He pointed the direction. Kari made it to the toilet just in the nick of time.
While she is taking care of that, the woman who runs the senior center, she's not a happy person, and a male deputy sheriff came into the women's bathroom and told Kari she could not be in there, she is not a senior, she had to leave. Kari is 55, 56 in December.
Kari was really upset about that when she called me. I said I was glad she had not pooped in her pants, or on a sidewalk, which would have made her a lot more upset. I also said she was made to leave because she was homeless. I told her there are public bathrooms in the Harvey Government Center next door, which I have used many times. Try there next time.
Kari has told me of several recent times being harassed and threatened by city police with jail if she did not get up and move on for sitting on curbs and in bus stop shelters. She's been talking about going to the next city city commission meeting and, during closing citizen comments, when citizens can tell the mayor and city commissioners whatever they wish to say, what it's like for a woman to be homeless in Key West. Time will tell if she does that.
Another friend I call Sancho Panza (because he labeled me Don Quixote shortly after we met online maybe in 2002), emailed after I turned in last night:
Form and Function, baby... why have all this military capability(Form) and not put it to use(Function? That question applies for both countries... it's pathetic how primeval we still are... hurling rocks at each other! Trump is a true patriot, a red blooded American!
A true lover of wisdom has hands too busy to hold on to anything! He learns by doing and every pebble in the path becomes her teacher! Oink
I form-and-functioned back:
From USA's side, form (military) and function (war) makes heap big profit$ for American War Machine, Inc. War stirs the blood of legions of American patriots, who are reeling from decades of wars America lost. Also in play is mine's bigger and better than yours. Small of stature as he appears in photos, Kim Jong-un perhaps enjoys small hands syndrome. Small as North Korea is, perhaps it enjoys small hands syndrome. I imagine North Korea still seethes over not winning the Korean War it started - nearly winning, then UN military forces, led by General MacArthur, as I recall, driving all the way to the Chinese border, only to learn that victory was temporary, when hordes of Chinese troops charged in and drove the UN forces back down to, I suppose, the 38th Parallel, since, I think I recall, that is where the "armistice" line was decided after quite a bit of squabbling about who would sit where and what kind of tables would be used, etc. during the "peace" negotiations. That has to be bugging North Korea, having to be bailed out like that, out of something it had started, perhaps with a bit of prodding from China, kinda like Islam still smarts from the Christian Crusades many lifetimes ago. I don't know how big President Trump's actually are, but he behaves as if they are small and he's been trying to prove otherwise all his live long days. Maybe when he was a boy, his mother kept telling him, "With hands like that, you should have been a girl!" America seems to have much the same psychology, due, I suppose, to losing a string of wars it never should have started, which, hmmm, might explain losing those wars, if you can imagine metaphysics in play. Karma also works. So what's the midget leading his midget country gonna do? Is he gonna blink? Saddam Hussein didn't blink. Lucky he didn't have weapons of mass destruction. Does North Korea? Maybe we will get to find out. Lucky you, living in a prime target, New York City. But sweat not, Key West has a US Navy base.
Truman Waterfront submarine harbor back in the old days
I rather be at ground zero than die slowly of radiation poison... at any rate, nothing I can do about it, it's all temporary... we all live on borrowed time!
I wrote back:
Amen to ground zero versus Chernobyl method.
Do we have to pay interest on the time we borrow?
I told Hoodoo Witch, when she was moaning about how awful the mean old angels were being to her, making her work so hard, that the truth is we are holograph projections out of something far more real, therefore, than we are, yet we carry on much the same as people who once were positive the sun revolved around the earth.
Hoodoo Witch said she drew a picture when she was 4, showing her what I had just told her about we are holographic projections out of something much larger in the spirit realm.
Moving to the little leagues, in today's