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All seemed to go wrong for me last night ─ I felt abandoned of God.

I was under the influence of the two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and one of Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol) that I drank before leaving on my evening five-mile+ walk. I cannot clearly recall the time I left ─ that is, on which side of 9:30 p.m. it was.

So what went wrong?

Well, I was nearly at what I deem to be the halfway point of my walk ─ I was hiking east along the south side of 100th Avenue and was in between Green Timbers Access Road (Google Map) and 148th Street when too late I noticed someone ahead coming my way.

It was Charles "Stickman" McCarthy. Had I only noticed him a little earlier I might at least have had the wits to pull on my hood, for even without it I was almost unrecognized as we were about to pass one another.

But he did recognize me. He didn't have his usual long pole ─ just a far shorter one of walking cane length.

And so time was lost as he abominably attempted to explain his legal and lifestyle circumstances. The man is intelligent, but he has no skill in being cogent; and similarly, he seems lacking in the capacity to easily fathom what would be to somebody else a clear conversation.

So once again I was confronted with an unclear depiction of how he had come upon some fellow lying on the ground, and that fellow's male companion who wanted Charles to phone for a taxi or some such.

Charles is homeless and of course has no cellphone, nor can I imagine that anyone would be asking him to be calling a cab ... or was it an ambulance? I am unclear.

Some woman became involved ... and mysteriously, the male companion of the guy on the ground (who may have been assaulted), as well as the guy on the ground, both somehow became scarce.

Equally mysterious is that the woman seems to have identified that Charles had committed an assault, and from that point she has been waging an inexplicable legal vendetta against him. Charles suggested that she might be some sort of reporter ... and maybe the companion of the guy who had been on the ground was also a reporter, and was actually with her and was not actually with the guy on the ground.

???

Supposedly Charles has already been before a judge because of this incomprehensible persecution by the woman whose true role is most shadowy, for Charles reportedly is a magnet for malicious agents. He claimed by way of example that he has been the victim of being harassed at night with deliberate attempts to force him to relocate by making it impossible to sleep ─ he cited an instance where he believed someone was paid $50 to keep setting of fireworks all night long. In fact, he claimed, this has happened previously elsewhere ─ I guess he must be being tracked.

Believe me, this gets too weird to even try to recall and write about.

He said that he recently had a hidden food cache in the forest that was discovered and stolen or desecrated by an unknown enemy or enemies (as if raccoons or coyotes or even rats could not possibly be involved).

Anyway, he speculated that the woman with the vendetta might actually be managing or running some sort of shelter.

Supposedly a judge has decreed that Charles must now move from the Green Timbers Urban Forest area down to some strip of forest near the Scott Road SkyTrain Station (Google Map) ─ an area where the mysterious woman may have whatever shelter it is that she operates.

Of course, Charles can never explain just why any of this is so.

It's just too much ─ I have no desire or time to keep writing of this.

He has been intent on me helping him to obtain an affidavit of identity, but from what I have read in my brief research, it is far more complex than he believes it to be. Yet he will not let up, and keeps coming around to the topic each time we run into one another ─ which is too damned bloody often for my liking.

So last evening I said that I would print out some information for him to show its complexity, and I would leave the several pages at a spot in the edge of the forest near where we met that evening ─ I said that I would do it in the early a.m. of my next walk ─ which will be overnight tonight.

I sometimes feel like God deliberately confounds my life by keeping me exposed to run-ins with Charles. Heck, after Charles and I finally separated and we went our different directions, much later I had crossed over 140th Street after leaving Green Timbers Way and then cutting through the Jim Pattison Outpatient Care and Surgery Centre (Google Map) ─ for I was going to be following Fraser Highway towards King George Boulevard ─ when the next thing I knew before I had quite reached the intersection, Charles had run and caught up to me. He must have been outside the 7-Eleven that is right there and espied me passing nearby.

He didn't hold me up long ─ initially he wanted to escort me to a couple of other possible hideaways for the printed information I had promised him ─ but he then relented and just said that we'd hold to our previous arrangement.

I feel sorry for Charles, and I understand that he is probably socially needy, but I am not out there to surrender my time to bizarre causes. But how am I to avoid this guy after I leave him the material?

All I can think to do is to wear a hood most of the time ─ my shaven head is too easily recognizable.

It's all so disheartening.

Anyway, I got home to find my younger brother here and watching T.V. It was midnight by the time I changed clothes and joined him with a further couple of cans of Cariboo Malt that I intended to drink.

At his invitation to play "something interesting" via our Android TV Box, I had already earlier lined up Edgar Wallace Mysteries ─ specifically the April 1965 'movie' Game for Three Losers.

It was an okay little story. I felt sorry for the secretary as played by lead actress Toby Robins, for she was good-hearted enough ─ she just happened to have an over-influencing cad for a boyfriend. He definitely got what he deserved, though.

Incidentally, my source for the movie was this link at OK.ru, and it played flawlessly.

My brother went to bed following the show ... but not me.

How sordid can I be? I feel oppressed nigh to the point of surrendering and calling it quits on life.

Is it possible that I never got to bed until well past 5 a.m.? Maybe ... I cannot now recall.

But my morning commenced by maybe 8:20 a.m. ─ or possibly by 8:30 a.m. But I could be wrong ─ it may have been later than that. My brother emerged from his bedroom barely past 9 a.m.

It was close to 9:15 a.m. before I joined him for some T.V.

When I got his okay to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 14-minute (14:35) video published early today at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Canadian Content Ep 1-- BC Fruit, Coutts 2 and HCW Jobs!

I always enjoy dear Anita Krishna!

Then it was a 1¼-hour (1:15:33) video published August 17 at Rumble's klaTVEnglish channel: Uncovering World-Tyranny and its war strategies | www.kla.tv/30153.

The British investigative journalist and educator David Icke connects apparently independent current events in a brilliant way on the 20th AZK conference. He reveals the ONE underlying conspiracy. His motto: “Know the goal, then you will see the way leading there!” In the interview he does not mince his words and shows also how even free educators are in danger to support the development of a centrally dictated global dystopia. This presentation is a MUST-SEE for every truth seeker.

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And we finished with something I had previously recorded ─ a 2007 pilot episode for a T.V. series that never got filmed: Not Another High School Show.

I had forgotten why I recorded it. Only after we had watched it did I read that a bit part was played by actress Jennifer Lawrence. I could not recall seeing her, so I would have to re-watch it to consciously figure out where she appeared.

I now do not know my download source, but you can presently watch the feature at this YouTube link.

The day has been entirely overcast, and once I even noticed some light rain briefly.

It seems that I am not going to be printing anything this evening. My eldest stepson has occupied the dining table for several hours, watching videos on his laptop ─ the dining table is where I would need to work. Heck, I was barely able to gather together most of what I meant for my supper, for he has been occupying the kitchen as well.

We are dysfunctional as a family, seldom ever talking ─ my stepsons and I, that is. I spend most of my home time here upstairs at my bedside computer, and they spend theirs primarily in their den area. However, the older 29-year-old lad prefers watching his videos at the dining table when his younger 25-year-old brother has the computer desk occupied as he has done today.

I may not sound upset, but I am furious and frustrated. Tomorrow's fortnightly mortgage payment is going to be debited from my account, and I will be left with maybe $20 because neither lad has contributed anything. Oh, sure, they can go holidaying as both have recently done independently of each other, but I am the only member of the family who is expected to do without and remain here under virtual house arrest because I have no money to do aught with ─ their mother bleeds away the extra I manage to have remaining after the usual monthly bill payments.

I so badly want to drink a can or two of cider or beer, but I want to be as rested and restored as possible when I rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for that five-mile+ walk in which I was to have left Charles the affidavit information that I have now been prevented from printing out.

My brother will be showing up anytime now following his socializing (drinking), and I cannot become involved with him. Besides, it is already 9:15 p.m., and I want to be in bed by 9:30 p.m. if possible.

I feel so damned discouraged and even anguished ─ certainly hopeless. This was not supposed to be the retirement life I was to have at the age of 74 and only growing older and less able.

Enough blogging for today.