03-19-2011
To the Executive Director of Urban Housing and Health of San Francisco:
I have been a client of Jason Blantz since November of 2004, while I was a resident of the Royan Hotel in the Mission District of San Francisco.
At one of our first sessions, at his office at 234 Eddy Street, I asked Mr. Blantz to talk about the drug culture and underground in the city. On every request of mine to discuss the subject, Mr. Blantz adamantly avoided the requests, I found this to be slightly odd and after repeated request extremely irratating, considering persistence, It has caused our relationship to deteriorate to an absolute disgust for each other.
Recently I have notived some individuals, one Michael Fell, in particular, that came by my room at the Apollo Hotel, These individuals seemed to have audio implants in them which I have read about in numerous web pages and articles. Mr. Fell commented once in my room at the Apollo Hotel, "he isn't ready for the implant yet." He wasn't talking to me and when I asked him, "who are you talking to", he look at me as if I was having a psychotic episode of some of your poisonous dope that is being dealt on your cities streets.
When I brought this to Mr. Blantz's attention he stated that "I was noticing too much". Mr. Fell told me that I might end up in CCA penal facililty if I didn't "conform" to some kind of required social structure in your city. Numerous times individuals have attempted to set me up with felony charges and I haave thwarted their efforts. Most of these individuals are meth-heads running around your city streets, and that my dear, is not a problem of mine. I have the ability to in and out of the Bay Area at will and I will come back to the Bay Area for my therapy with a "qualified" therapist and to get my medical attention and I will be leaving to explore employment prospects at undisclosed locations.
Mr. Blantz blames this on my association with the drug users in your city and numerous individuals, including Mr. Blantz have made the suggestion tha it is "required" that I develop a relationship with one of these individuals.
Ms. Jilian Clark, a co-worker of Mr. Blantz's, intoduced me to the "underground", Josh in room #405 at the Apollo Hotel and was a meth amphetamine dealer...cute little guy, but I do not want a illegal drug dealer as a boyfriend....a pocketful of benefits, not a frikkin' truckload.
Unless these individuals develop some skills or talents that may be beneficial to me I have no need for them or anything to do with them.
Volunteering, at least supervised volunteering, is out of the question. Most individuals in supervisory positions are mot of sufficient intellect to supervise Jack.
Starting a business is what I have wanted to do for a while, but numerous individuals have told me that "we" will derail anything you try to do...well the question here is whom "we" are?
If I am not mistadken it is the Federal Government or the Federal Shadow Government, trying, in vain I might add, to "fix" the huge problem we have with our own "social structure" in the entire country...excuse me for missing the memo concerning our social structure rebuiilding. I have been busy trying to communicate with my idiot shrink.
There is a newly diagnosed social disorder, aptly named C.R.I., Cranial Rectal Inversion, which my therapist, Jason Blantz suffers from acutely, and if you ahve trouble understanding it I will explain. Cranial rectal Inversion is a more 'appropriate' way of stating Mr. Blantz has his head stuck in his ass...as if that wasn't obvious, oh and btw, I amnot trying to be funny here...everyone thinks I am so funny, not so...just truthful.
I have asked at a session that me and Ms. Swedlow had if I could record our conversations and she stated that I could not, well, taking into account the behavior of you and your staff int he past, I must insist on any and all future sessions will be recorded and this will be your last notification. If this is not acceptable you may notify your staff in advance and they may inform me of your refusal when, and if, i call to make an appointment.
I have sent to Mr. Blantz some of the items that the "live-in-the-moment, self-indulgents" in your city have damaged or completely destroyed and I have sent then to his office at Urban Housing and Health. He has stated that I will be incarserated if I start "tearing things up"...NEWS FLASH, the items in question are my property and they have been purchased by me and I have the receipts to verify the purchase of the items...good luck.
Mr. Phil Striegel once said "they"...whomever "they" are, were going to offer me $100,000.00 per year to build bikes and pay me a million dollars, after ten years, to retire in...well after "they" gave me HIV I got a little "gun shy".
I pictured my retirement as cool refreshments on a sun-drenched beach in Central America, when in reality it was a shallow grave in the muddy foothills of the Santa Cruz mountains...WOW who's fucking American dream is this, oh yea, the fuckin' Government.
Tell Mr. Blantz I have some more "gifts" I will be sending to my "friends" in the Bay Area, and remember the 'recording' of our future sessions.
Ms. Laura Salazar, of the James F. Boccardo Regionall Reception Center in San Jose stated that "we" are looking for a job for you,meaning ine for me, that is what I wanted alll along, unlike the rest of the dope-heads i your city. Make sure it is a "living wage" job and I will have no problem accepting it...be sure to tell my future boss that I'm a prick without sex and maybe he can throw in weekly passes to the "POWER EXCHANGE" or the "WATERGARDEN".
Respectfully yours,
Jack Wesley Davis II
REMEMBER THIS: DON'T HATE THE PLAYA, HATE THE GAME...Y'ALL STARTED THIS GAME, MR. BLANTZ....DEAL WITH IT!!!!
To the Executive Director of Urban Housing and Health of San Francisco:
I have been a client of Jason Blantz since November of 2004, while I was a resident of the Royan Hotel in the Mission District of San Francisco.
At one of our first sessions, at his office at 234 Eddy Street, I asked Mr. Blantz to talk about the drug culture and underground in the city. On every request of mine to discuss the subject, Mr. Blantz adamantly avoided the requests, I found this to be slightly odd and after repeated request extremely irratating, considering persistence, It has caused our relationship to deteriorate to an absolute disgust for each other.
Recently I have notived some individuals, one Michael Fell, in particular, that came by my room at the Apollo Hotel, These individuals seemed to have audio implants in them which I have read about in numerous web pages and articles. Mr. Fell commented once in my room at the Apollo Hotel, "he isn't ready for the implant yet." He wasn't talking to me and when I asked him, "who are you talking to", he look at me as if I was having a psychotic episode of some of your poisonous dope that is being dealt on your cities streets.
When I brought this to Mr. Blantz's attention he stated that "I was noticing too much". Mr. Fell told me that I might end up in CCA penal facililty if I didn't "conform" to some kind of required social structure in your city. Numerous times individuals have attempted to set me up with felony charges and I haave thwarted their efforts. Most of these individuals are meth-heads running around your city streets, and that my dear, is not a problem of mine. I have the ability to in and out of the Bay Area at will and I will come back to the Bay Area for my therapy with a "qualified" therapist and to get my medical attention and I will be leaving to explore employment prospects at undisclosed locations.
Mr. Blantz blames this on my association with the drug users in your city and numerous individuals, including Mr. Blantz have made the suggestion tha it is "required" that I develop a relationship with one of these individuals.
Ms. Jilian Clark, a co-worker of Mr. Blantz's, intoduced me to the "underground", Josh in room #405 at the Apollo Hotel and was a meth amphetamine dealer...cute little guy, but I do not want a illegal drug dealer as a boyfriend....a pocketful of benefits, not a frikkin' truckload.
Unless these individuals develop some skills or talents that may be beneficial to me I have no need for them or anything to do with them.
Volunteering, at least supervised volunteering, is out of the question. Most individuals in supervisory positions are mot of sufficient intellect to supervise Jack.
Starting a business is what I have wanted to do for a while, but numerous individuals have told me that "we" will derail anything you try to do...well the question here is whom "we" are?
If I am not mistadken it is the Federal Government or the Federal Shadow Government, trying, in vain I might add, to "fix" the huge problem we have with our own "social structure" in the entire country...excuse me for missing the memo concerning our social structure rebuiilding. I have been busy trying to communicate with my idiot shrink.
There is a newly diagnosed social disorder, aptly named C.R.I., Cranial Rectal Inversion, which my therapist, Jason Blantz suffers from acutely, and if you ahve trouble understanding it I will explain. Cranial rectal Inversion is a more 'appropriate' way of stating Mr. Blantz has his head stuck in his ass...as if that wasn't obvious, oh and btw, I amnot trying to be funny here...everyone thinks I am so funny, not so...just truthful.
I have asked at a session that me and Ms. Swedlow had if I could record our conversations and she stated that I could not, well, taking into account the behavior of you and your staff int he past, I must insist on any and all future sessions will be recorded and this will be your last notification. If this is not acceptable you may notify your staff in advance and they may inform me of your refusal when, and if, i call to make an appointment.
I have sent to Mr. Blantz some of the items that the "live-in-the-moment, self-indulgents" in your city have damaged or completely destroyed and I have sent then to his office at Urban Housing and Health. He has stated that I will be incarserated if I start "tearing things up"...NEWS FLASH, the items in question are my property and they have been purchased by me and I have the receipts to verify the purchase of the items...good luck.
Mr. Phil Striegel once said "they"...whomever "they" are, were going to offer me $100,000.00 per year to build bikes and pay me a million dollars, after ten years, to retire in...well after "they" gave me HIV I got a little "gun shy".
I pictured my retirement as cool refreshments on a sun-drenched beach in Central America, when in reality it was a shallow grave in the muddy foothills of the Santa Cruz mountains...WOW who's fucking American dream is this, oh yea, the fuckin' Government.
Tell Mr. Blantz I have some more "gifts" I will be sending to my "friends" in the Bay Area, and remember the 'recording' of our future sessions.
Ms. Laura Salazar, of the James F. Boccardo Regionall Reception Center in San Jose stated that "we" are looking for a job for you,meaning ine for me, that is what I wanted alll along, unlike the rest of the dope-heads i your city. Make sure it is a "living wage" job and I will have no problem accepting it...be sure to tell my future boss that I'm a prick without sex and maybe he can throw in weekly passes to the "POWER EXCHANGE" or the "WATERGARDEN".
Respectfully yours,
Jack Wesley Davis II
REMEMBER THIS: DON'T HATE THE PLAYA, HATE THE GAME...Y'ALL STARTED THIS GAME, MR. BLANTZ....DEAL WITH IT!!!!
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