People I know pay the NYPD and other law enforcement to torture me. They have drugged me hundreds of times. They have women try to set me up for leering and stalking. They have women and men try and pick fights with me. They destroy my property. They physically attack me.
I have survived so much torture from them it’s unbelievable. I know the NYPD and New York law enforcement inside and out by now. The same way that they know me. I’m going on the record right now and saying under the circumstances, I’m healthy. I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t party. I eat healthily.
I plan on renting a post office box in the near future, in the meantime, I have nowhere to send my mail because I’m homeless. I found out that the James A. Farley post office in New York City has a special address for homeless people to have their mail sent there for free. If you are needing a place to have your mail sent and are homeless like me, make sure to visit the post office first and find out all the particulars. I haven’t gone through with it yet. I have a check on the way from an insurance company. I purchased something on Amazon.com, it broke and the insurance company said they have to mail me a check. I asked if they could send the money electronically and they said no. We will see how it works out. The post office I’m writing about it located across the street from Penn Station.
I am a college student. I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t party. I don’t have a criminal record. For the past few days it has been very cold in New York City. Usually, I sleep in chairs on subway platforms in Midtown Manhattan. When most of the subway stations are too cold, I’ll sleep sitting up on the steps inside the Grand Central subway or other subway stations in Midtown. When the Police say move I move. Tonight for some reason they wrote me tickets.
After sleeping on the steps inside Grand Central Station for a few hours, I work up and had to go to the bathroom. I walked outside and went to the bathroom. When I was going back into the Grand Central subway station I swiped the unlimited MetroCard that I get from the college I attend. The card said just used. I had not used the card for hours. I don’t understand how it said just used. I was cold and I just woke up after sleeping on steps. I just jumped the turnstile. In retrospect, I should have asked the person who worked in the subway to let me in.
A minute or two later, two Police officers, transit cops, stopped me. They said they were from NYPD Transit District 4. They wrote me a ticket for sleeping on the steps and they wrote me a ticket for jumping the turnstile. I don’t understand why they didn’t write me the ticket for sleeping on the steps until after I came back in. What if I didn’t come back to Grand Central Station after going to the bathroom outside?
I told the Police officers that I have an unlimited MetroCard and it didn’t work. One of the Police officers took my MetroCard and walked off with it. He came back and said it was used before I walked outside to go to the bathroom. I don’t understand how that is possible because I was sleeping. I was inside Grand Central Station for hours. In addition to sleeping, I was using the Internet on my laptop doing some schoolwork and blogging. Currently, I’m an A student at a CUNY school. One more A and I’m on the Dean’s List.
Then one last thing happened I want to mention. I pulled out my CUNY (current, not expired) school ID. The Police officer didn’t want my CUNY ID. No. He wanted to write me up using my welfare ID from HRA (public assistance). That is why I suspect the whole thing was another scam from the NYPD. They don’t want to paint the picture of me as a college student will an unlimited Metrocard from school. They want to paint the picture of me as a homeless person, jumping the turnstile and blocking the steps.
People I know from New York pay the NYPD to torture me. They have women try to set me up for leering and stalking. They have women and men try and pick fights with me all the time. They have written me thousands of dollars in tickets. More later.