House manager issues three-day lockout for filing police report

Although the issues raised by house manager, Lee Ayers, today for having issued a three-day lockout were addressed and settled yesterday, having filed a police report against Alberto Gomez for theft since then were all the occasion he needed to trot them out again, and justify throwing me into the streets for three days, with no food, money, or shelter.

Alberto Gomez, reaching into my personal set of drawers, where items were taken

Already, the house is locked to everyone on Mondays through Fridays, from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m., forcing residents into the streets in 90° or higher weather for nearly 8 hours a day to fend for themselves.

Since there were no additional issues between the time the house manager and I had spoken yesterday, I had no indication that reporting a crime to the police would be cause to re-raise any prior issues. Logic would also prevent that assumption.

However, given the long-term and suspect relationship between the two (consider last weekend's "Anger Management Ritual"), I am assuming that this is, in fact, nothing more than retaliation for having filed a criminal complaint against an associate. In an audio segment specially processed to cull from the background noise participants in a campaign of ongoing harassment, you can even hear Heaven's Gate Recovery Homes employee, "Jimmy," doing his part near the tag-end of the recording (see also Mail theft continues at new home).

In the recording, Alberto Gomez and several women sing:

WOMAN #1: Your dick is very sad, little-dick, little-dick fag!

ALL: [singing] He's a little-dick fag, with his little dickie; and, when he's in the pen, they'll kill him with a stick-y.

WOMAN #1: Hi, faggot!

WOMAN #2: He's fag! He's fag! [sic]

Me: Hey, what's up?

Man: Where were you yesterday?

Me: At the house.

Man: Okay. 

WOMAN #1: Faggot! He's a little faggot. Fag! Pedophile, kill!

A combination of the video of the thief entering my dresser after having looked nervously around the room and the above song, which was just part of two full days of harassment like this by him and others, was not enough to raise concerns with San Jose Police Department.

When I tried to file a report, they initially refused to make an arrest, stating that these were "house issues," and not a police matter; however, I filed a report, anyway, and plan to contact the California Department of Correction Parole Authority on Monday to further raise the issue.

When I told Long about it, he seemed angry about me calling the cops, too. Here's the relevant portion of the text messages between us:

Long Cao:

I think you like police they dont help u with small case forget about them

Me:

I need a place to stay.

Long Cao:

call police help u because u like them

Long Cao:

Call the police help u

Me:

Thanks.

Long Cao:

Any place u stay u alway called police they dont help u

Long Cao:

U mess up ur life take urself

Me:

All I did was report a crime.

Update:
As it turned out—as it has always turned out—God isn't behind the "program of recalcitrance to the lord god Tuzzo," whatever the hell that crap is, and decided a full belly, good food, a roof over my head, and plenty of company were more appropriate for the occasion.

Hence, my overnight stay at The Watergarden, courtesy of those not "Tuzzo-y enough," but, rather, goodly enough, to do good when they know they ought to do good, lest they sin. [James 4:17]

NOTE | What's all that ridiculous crap you wrote in quotes, you ask? Let's just say it's a slight at those who think so highly of themselves, that they invent their own language, they're just so damn good in their own minds. Those kind of people.