On January 8th of 2005. I paid for 16 loads of dirt, and had them delivered to the center of the front of my property at 502 Clay Dr. That afternoon, I contacted Vernon McClure, whom I’ve used for previous jobs of spreading dirt. We agreed, that because it was winter, and harsh weather was among us, that he would arrive on February 28th of the same year, to spread those loads. That next morning, January 9th 2005, I called into inspections, to inform them of the arrangements. We were set. On the 28th of February, just as planned, the tractor & operator showed & began the job. Within 30 minutes after the spreading had begun, an inspector, by the name of Mac Guthrie showed up at my residence, claiming that an anonymous complaint had been filed, and that I was in violation of code, for having 16 loads of dirt sit, not worked. I sat & explained to him, that arrangements had been made, and he had no reason for being overly concerned. I had given Mr. McClure’s, contact information to the Engineering Dept. for verification, on the 9th of January. We sat on a bench, and talked for a half hour, while we watched the operator spread the dirt. I mentioned to him, that he is not allowed to enter my property under any circumstance, unless an attempt to contact me is made, so that I could have someone present during the inspection, because of their persistent, unsubstantiated prior numerous attempts on anonymous complaints, had become picturesque of harassment. I had found the Inspection Dept. suspicious of illegal activity. I insisted that he had not bothered to view the files before coming, because he would have known, that a representative was required to be present, at my request, for the privacy & safety of person or equipment staying with me. This was within my right, having an Agricultural Variance, and being 100% totally & permanently disabled. I pointed out the No Trespassing sign, in obvious view, as a reminder to him, to think to inquire, if he were to ever return, and reconfirmed, that he was required to attempt contacting me for arrangements, before entering the property. I was fully aware of my rights, and attempted to clarify, that he understood that my circumstance, warranted specific rights. As he stood up to leave, he gave me a disrespectful look, which I immediately, informed the tractor operator, Vernon McClure of, explaining, I thought he would be returning radically, out of spite, to somehow revenge the demise I held toward the Dept. for their inadequacies, again, in disrespect for the privacy & safety of loved ones & property. He attempted no dispute, of my rights, nor did he confer statement to the contrary. I somehow knew, he was soon to become another troublemaker, with unsubstantiated reasoning.

On the 28th day of March 2005, I had been setting 1000 sq. ft. of ceramic tile flooring, on the 1st floor of the house catty corner across from my very residence, in a rental property recently acquired by a doctor associate, whom I had been doing make-readies for. I had even informed him, of the constant, harassment, from the City Environmental Inspection Dept. though he had a lack of concern, he somewhat had been trying to understand. I lived in an RV on my property, substantially, illegally, but had refused to being removed by our City Engineers, on the grounds that they had permitted the same situation, to pass for a neighbor, while he constructed his home, during their supervision. I exclaimed, repeatedly, that I would not be provoked into leaving, until Engineering put it in writing, in a letter to me, why it was allowed, They admitted, they could not provide the evidence, and so here I am, then & now. But don’t consider this by far, the Engineering Depts. only excerpt from laziness to bribery. Which I will not discuss further, until advised allowing for judiciary discretion. They were reminded, of many different circumstances, that should not have been allowable. When I would question them, about them, they would react in anguish and with despair, and in contempt to my understanding. The very reasoning behind my suspicion of their inadequacies, had become evident. During the time, passing from the 9th of January, until the very day, of March 28th, I had had my City water utility, disconnected, for a period of 26 days, because of a failure to pay the bill. I was not overly concerned about it, & had intentionally allowed it, because I knew I had another use for the minimal $ I would save, and having a well, living in an RV, with a safety margin on a sewer holding tank contained within it of at least 9 weeks, the complete use of all facilities directly across from me, on my current job site, which the finish work was not due to complete, for another 6 weeks anyway, I felt secure in reasoning, I had the utility resources available to continue in a reliable existence. I had hired, as a helper, a long time acquaintance, from my youth, whom I had recently, become familiar with, after many years apart. His name, was Larry Gonzalez. It was convenient, as we reminisced the past, and our accomplishments, while we worked together, tiling the floors. I often mentioned to him, the problems, I had been having with the Inspection Depts., dropping in unwelcome, and for unsubstantiated reasons. He was fully aware & in agreement, of my suspicions, and recognized my honorable intention to maintain a strict code of compliancy to the National Institute of Standards, as recognized as binding in the Building Construction Industry. I felt his pride for me flow through him, as he was encouraged to always follow the codes, keeping safety, foremost, at all times. As we continued to reacquaint ourselves, a male cat of mine, two yrs. and 5 days old, named Garfield, had gotten very ill, for no obvious reason, I could find no sign externally, on him, which would lead me to consider his illness, life threatening. Garfield had gotten sick, as we had nearly, 800 sq. ft. of tile laid, and were about to enter the last room of the house, which was the very large front room, situated at the corner, nearest my property, with a clear view of it. That afternoon, during a break, to refresh ourselves, as we strolled around my property, discussing the potential plans I envisioned. We noticed my beloved Garfield, lifeless, at the entrance to the very RV he considered his home. We both felt very attached to my cats, and became emotionally overcome with grief. We decided, being so distraught, over the future times we’d be apart, from the love we shared with Garfield, that, it wouldn’t be easy to maintain a decent days work, and we would take tomorrow off, burying Garfield, under his favorite trees in the front yard, and spend the rest of the day, just comforting our self, at the picnic table, which was nearby Garfield’s final resting place. The next day, we struggled through, just getting a couple of rows done, simply led on by our feeling of the injustice, life incurs to us, in our frustration in so many areas, even as we are alive, the continuing reason for the struggles we confront, maintaining the innocence of age to understanding, mostly in duress over the heartbreak, of Garfield, and yet akin to the our own final demise, what injustices though human in nature, can’t be contemplated for the differences set as we pass many experiences on, as only the nature of mankind compares. On the day of the 28th of March, we had gotten off to a slow start, but we were quickly gaining back our composure, as we eagerly anticipated the completion of setting the final tiles. It was very hot, sweat had been dripping off my forehead, as I spread thin set, for row after row of sticking tile in place. It was just as I spread the mortar, for the center row in the room, when Larry had noticed, that there was a car, in front of my property, and someone, was back there. I was upset, thinking about the fresh mortar, I had just spread, and having to suddenly stop, to find out why anyone, would enter a closed gated residence, showing a No Trespassing sign. I worded the term SHIT, in my timely disgust, and told Larry, I had to check out the cause for the intruder. He mentioned that he better come along, We did not bother removing our knee pads, and immediately proceeded back to my property to investigate, mean time, wiping the excess mortar from our forearms, with a dry rag as we went. We didn’t see anyone as we entered into my property, until we got halfway up the center, where we notice someone with his hands on my airless sprayer, knelt down on one knee, obviously intrigued by the equipment. Quickly noticing our apparent approach, he stood and began coming toward us, appearing to be pocketing or un pocketing something with his left hand. We never did figure out, what that was all about, Larry and I discussed later on, that it seemed like he was quickly trying to drop something very small on the ground, or put something in his pocket, but we couldn’t place the action, to the twice repeated occurrence. We checked the area, and found nothing. Back to the confrontation that developed, nearer to the back, 130’ from the front, and just a couple of ft. forward of the side door of my shop. I must have had over $15,000.00 in various construction tools & equipment, that were always kept outside the shop, because of the ongoing interior work that was in process in the shop, there hadn’t been room inside, for quite some time (months). I quickly recognized the predator, as Mac Guthrie, the City Inspector, whom I just had the previous encounter with, exactly one month before. Contemplating a reasonable excuse, I asked why he was rummaging through my equipment, 65 ft from the rear of a half acre, on the corner back side of my shop, on the ground. I exclaimed he better have a good reason for being there. And I reminded him, questionably, as to the fact, that he was told, and it was documented, that I was to be notified before Inspections, of any kind. After stating that he forgot about that, he said he was there on an anonymous complaint, to which I was witnessed, removing my pants, taking a crap, in the FRONT yard, and burying it with a shovel. Now I may be 100% mentally disabled, but it doesn’t take me milli seconds to add up, the conspiracy that has been cooked up as an unsubstantiated blatant fraud. I may be disturbed, but I’ve always considered I had good reason for my distemporment, and here was another, fine example, presenting itself as the Law & the Truth. As my confidence in myself, realizing I can’t be that stupid, starts to express my anger, I exclaim, as I also inquired in a justifiable tone of anger, yet, making it very clear at the same time, that if I ever caught, him, on my property again, my intentions would be to put socket wenches in his pockets, take him into my shop, and gut him like a trash bait fish, drag his barely living body to the top of the pecan tree in the front yard, and crucify his thieving ass to the top of it, and I further added, that there would be no law, or judge, capable of getting through me to get him down, until my other cats, had thoroughly had their fun, with his remaining guts. I then asked to see the paperwork and his ID, and he started for his (unmarked personal) vehicle. I then asked him to stop, and stay put, while I contacted the police to file charges against him. Quickly realizing, I had just caught a City Officer, red handed, I summarized how useless it would be, adding to myself, that a cop may be his very backup. I decided to tell him to get the hell out of here, and walked him out to his vehicle, where I then, once again demanded to see ID and paperwork related to his authorization. He brought out a clip board, that had sparsely and incomplete notation, nothing remotely clarifying his justifiable presence. I told him that I did have my water off, but that it had been reconnected days ago, and that that was beside the fact, that I clearly resided in the RV, which had ample sewer waste storage, before it would be in need of a pump out. And to point out another injustice, while Larry had followed close by, without turning, and remaining eye to eye with the supposed inspector, I asked Larry to tell him, how many working toilets were on this property. Larry stated clearly, that he knew there were two, and I added the fact, that there were 4, explaining that Larry had never been in the Cabin, which was used for storage, and that as REAL men, we could go upon immediate discretion, on the tree located in complete privacy, reaffirming to him, that made 4 working toilets for a man, anyway, in a suggestive way, that he was none to ever be. And I asked him again to justify his presence, back there, at my equipment, when he shrugged a no reason sensible. I asked him, what he was intending, Was he going to dig up a whole half acre, looking for a turd, starting from the BACK ? I will always maintain, with a true Heart, which my experiences in life, account for justifiable cause, and that, as I continue and express my concern, that there was no threat, I maintain, it as will always be a fact ! Needless to say, as hot as it was, the thin set mortar, had already dried. So Larry & I decided, to take the next 3 days off, to discuss, what had happened, & plan a legal reproach. That afternoon, I called the Police Dept. to file a formal complaint. Only to be rejected, with the explanation, that a City Inspector, was immune, from ALL prosecution of any kind. I demanded an investigation, with no avail. It would not be processed, either by City or County Law enforcement. Over the next several days, I enquired procedure from non obliging attorneys and lawyers, I contacted Legal Aid, and searched the internet clean, for similar circumstances. Where I actually hadn’t realized at the time, but I had accumulated a wealth of knowledge on individual types of landowner & homeowner Rights, connected to code enforcement with State and Federal Legal Powers of Environmental Inspectors, and all the code variations, descriptions and indifferences. And once again, it was acknowledged thru, the Texas Legal Advisory Board, that I am within my Right, to request notice prior to local inspection, & in my circumstances, I legally must be obliged. I concluded, that I follow my Heart, and that more than likely, with the intention of filing a lawsuit on the basis of a civil liberties breech in concurrence to moral turpitude, I had the basis for the case. Approx. a week had gone by, after the incident on my property with the Inspector, when I received a visit from two detectives, inquiring about the threat. I made no statement to the fact of ever threatening him, acknowledging my witness, thinking, of how these two guys are either knowingly, or unknowingly, protecting a common thief, posing as an official inspector. I let them in on my personal feelings, that even if I had made an abrupt statement, in anger, unintentionally frightening the bygimmenies out of a inspector. I never could harm a fly, and it would only be with the intent to scare an understanding, and within my right, to stand firm, for common ground, which, undeniably, was, my property and therefore, I had the right, to somehow protect it.. for the security of my wellbeing. They seemed inconclusive, and left. Meanwhile, after several weeks, we are barely into the finish grouting, I developed the useless feeling attitude, attributed to my sudden lack of motivation for work, just so others could steal my earnings. Things started to seem, all so pointless. It gets worse, Larry informs me that he has outstanding Warrants, and his timid weak feeling has turned out to be caused by Cancer, and he probably wouldn’t live for the duration of the trial, even if I demanded it of him. Screwed by Life again, I thought to myself, and assured Larry that I would be there for him, and our friendship meant more. I felt no need to relieve the stress from my notice to the City of an impending lawsuit, they didn’t deserve, to be let out of their misery so quickly. After finishing the tile, with another helper, because of Larry’s inability, months down the road, June 8th I had made arrangements with the construction crew doing the groundwork for the new additional stores, being added to the Target shopping center. I had added near seventy five more truck loads of dirt, with a remaining 15 that were to be delivered, starting that morning, but because of the truckers delay, I was really becoming raged out, from the constant complaints of the loaders, needing to get their topsoil removed, I was dirty, and had even left my shoes in the field I traversed, getting to & fro, trying frustrated all day, to get my truckers whereabouts, it was hot & windy, I was sweaty & I was exhausted. Finally, around 2:30 my dump truck shows up. We get our route, and have the 1st load in the yard, and he’s gone around for the 2nd, when ….

Come to find out, I had let it slip, that I wouldn’t be using Larry as a witness, on my behalf, those two detectives, drove up, in front of my residence, I happened to be in the vacant lot, which belonged to my tractor man, Vernon McClure, across the street, watching my truck get its second fill, I walked on over to greet them, and was cuffed and arrested on the spot, on a charge of Terrorist Threat to a State Official. I was caught off guard, by the mere audacity and gal of the threat to my property, turning out to be represented as a threat to the perpetrating thief. I remained jailed from that Friday afternoon, until Sunday, because my boss, was out of the country, on vacation, and I had no intention of My grandmother in Oklahoma, learning of my 1st ever incarceration, on a trumped up charge, near 3 months after the fact. So I waited on my brother-in-laws timely arrival. Once home, I learned I was facing a 4 ½ yr prison sentence if convicted. I was quickly learning, just how crooked, the law & our City officials truly are.

At first, I was gung ho, feeling secure in the fact, that I had the necessary witness, upon my request, to beat these shmucks. Then I heard the little voice of my fathers past preaching, that you can’t fight City Hall. I started to reason it out, and decided, that I’d appear dumb, and should righteously be, if I went up, against a City Judge, on charges from a City dept. on a City employee, in a City court of Law, I think I would even have to request anyone that stupid, receive mental health care. So in deep regret, I accepted the plea bargain, pleaded No-Contest, gave the City $1000.00 of my very hard earned money, and worked a yrs. Community service during probation. All the while, feeling in my Heart hurt, thinking I’d been scammed, beaten, & wasn’t even given a fair opportunity to defend myself, I still believe the City appointed Lawyer that I was provided with, got his degree in law, while he was in prison. What a crock full of inconsiderate bastards we have running this town. Larry has since died, and I still remain steadfast to this accountability of events. Whether he would of even made the slightest difference, testifying on behalf of my experiences & form of reason, is without consequence, now. Yes, I have more friends that are understanding of the wholesome honorable intentions, I still hold stead fast strong to, it is because I have no choice but to follow my heart. Maybe, someday, this one sided affair, the law has with itself, will cease to exist, and the acknowledgement of the hurt caused by their sleazy laziness and bribery, greed and thievery, will all be forgiven them, by the Lord. I sure hope so. I wont ask, for mercy on their behalf, and you wont catch me praying along side them or for them.