I'm Tapping Out...

I've had enough of Miami. I was born July 24th, 1983 in Mercy Hospital. Grew up SW 64th Ave and Coral Way. Iguanas and Pythons been here since the 80s. I graduated S. Miami HS '01, Had a pet Alligator that I caught while fishing, and he was tore open so I built a 250 gallon pond underneath a 12' wide half pipe I built in my backyard. The Gators name was Flaco, but soon became murderous gangster enough to be called Scarface. He got big enough to get out and go on his own way. I drove a 92 Buick Regal. I was a skateboarder. I went to college. Got a career in my industry. Motorcycle Mechanics. Was doing fine. Then I get ran over and dragged 77 feet off my motorcycle. I have a TBI called Diffuse Axonal Injury. Basically, Shaken Baby Head for an adult. I had on a helmet, so I'm still pretty! And my left side of my body looks like a terminator on xray. All titanium though. I feel all of it. And I feel it underneath scar tissue. Fill your socks up with silverware and go about your day...you feel that? I've had four removal surgeries and I'm far from empty. I'm like an old car that needs alignments every year. Took me three years to get on disability. I was homeless. My father is an old drunk Cuban. Once covid started, he out of nowhere owned this house since the 80s in North Miami I never knew existed. My childhood home in W. Gables is solidly rented out. It's not an option to live in. Covid got the family in the N. Miami house out. My sister just became my father's Power of Attorney. She basically ran the ownership of that house. It was severely neglected and needed work. She moved me in and put me in charge on getting subcontractors to do the work needed. I have a nice fenced in yard. I decided to adopt a deaf Dogo Argentino because I have a 13 year old service dog for seizures and we trained the deaf Dogo hand signals. The Dogo will still chomp any one, so I had to adopt him. It worked when I had a yard. After new paint inside and out. New Central AC. Two new window units in the efficiency. New fridges. New stoves. New showers. New toilets. New cabinets. New countertops. New tile floors. New Hurricane Windows and Doors. I got the landscaping service. The landscaper is my friend. Anyways. Ten months it took to do all that. My father finally moved in. 8 new Windows on his side of the house. And a brand new central Ac and new ceiling fans. Dude leaves the doors open. Full Circle has happened. Dudes the kid now. I spoke to him about closing the doors. I said it like talking to a kid. He sucked his teeth and said "FINE!" like a child getting scolded. So he understood, right? Next day I get home and both dogs are out. I am at AutoZone. I get back to find no dogs. The neighborhood is 80% Haitian. ( I am Cuban) No one there is catching stray Dogo Argentinos. Nonetheless a deaf one that's scared of everything. People the cross the street when I walk him. I catch the dog, then confront my father. This man punches me in the face. His son with a TBI. By the way, if dudes awake, he's drinking alcohol. Hes 77. C'mon... When he punched me, all I did was deflect with my left hand. I use my right arm to walk with a cane. I haven't ran nor walked unassisted in 9+ years. So to defend his punch, I did a stiffarm to his solar plexus. We were in grass. So he immediately fell. This hurt his Pride more than it hurt his body. He felt like a bitch and called the cops. And lied and said I beat him up. The did zero investigation. I get arrested for Domestic Violence Battery on a Senior. Crimes done on over people 65 is 'on a Senior' and is a felony. So March 2022 I go to Turner Guilford Knight. For sure had no covid when I went in there. But got Covid within 12 hours. And was in TGK during Spring Break of '22. The bullpen had over 400 males. My placement cell block had over 100 males. Both quadruple what they should be. I get out of jail. Go to court. Everything I had to say was "Hearsay Evidence". How, word against word with no witnesses, is everything he's saying not hearsay evidence. Guilty. I get convicted easy. I appeal. I did my jail time, which was only ten days because I had no priors. But now I'm on probation. And I'm living in a Jeep Grand Cherokee with two dogs. That's right. I'm living in a Jeep in 90° daily with two big dogs. Dodging Sun, shady spot to shady spot as the world turns...Savage. Not very easy nor pleasurable. I make very little on SSDI. I paid $1/mo just to stay on radar. They asked for the total amount but I found out it doesn't get reimbursed if your appeal goes through. So I did nothing else but report by Phone/Zoom. My appeal got granted after 7 Months! Probation was Vacated. I turned 40. I go to my retrial. And I effing LET LOOSE! I got heard. I already wrote alot. But the thing that stood out nice was behind the judge, on the wall, it said "Those Who Labor Here, We Speak the Truth". I told the judge to her face that was a lie, a lie that she's sitting in front of and representing. That she had the Power to tell the States Attorney's to VERIFY their accusations. And didn't say anything. But NOOOOO...THAT wouldn't make Miami any money... So Thank Goodness I got this charge DISMISSED!!! VICTORY! Like I haven't been following laws and paying taxes all my life. I know I didn't grow up in North Miami. But everything's changed. I'm getting out of here for sure .. I''m going to move somewhere with mountains so I can actually see something while riding a motorcycle. Fuck the Police Goodbye Miami Have a Great Day I'm pawning this mike...