The Pleasant Street Crack Reunion

8 May 2019

 

Chief Daniel English

Town Of Kirkland Police Department

2 New Street

Clark Mills, NY 13321

 

Dear Chief English:

 

I hope this message finds you well.  It has been just over 7 months since the break-in that took all my belongings on 29 September 2018.  In an attempt to make myself whole again, from the perspective of obtaining justice since I have replaced everything except for some of the shirts that were stolen, I have started to interview lawyers.  They all begin with the same series of questions surrounding one judgement attributed to you. Before I ask whether or not you plan to stick to that judgement, in fairness, since it was so long ago, perhaps we should review what happened.

 

I moved into the property across the street from the Post Office in November of 2017.  The rent was never late. In August of 2018, a pipe burst. Dustin Dwyer, owner of the property, did not want to fix the pipe and instead made several threatening phone calls and sent several threatening text messages.  You can review those here https://livezombielandlord.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/how-dustin-dwyer-likes-to-talk-to-people/

 

He then served my roommate a 30 day notice.  Following that, he tried to turn the water off.  He did so himself or through one of his workmen who was not licensed.  No permit was issued for this work. That was not uncommon. We could tell because he only managed to turn half of the water off.  Living there reminded me of backing back in the field with the 1st of the 3rd Artillery where I served as the Legal Clerk. For the record, I do not think Mr. Dwyer ever served.

 

Mr. Dwyer never applied for a permit when he did work on that property.  Against local zoning laws, he engaged in “weekly rentals” on the second floor.  Not only did he house people on the second floor, but he never built a fire escape to reach them.  Pieces of heavy equipment, for instance backhoes, were stored and driven on the property in violation of zoning regulations.  The drivers often did not have appropriate training and/or insurance in violation of state laws. National Grid had engaged in an investigation regarding meter sharing at the property.

 

I can only guess the community allowed this to happen for one of three reasons.  The first could be just a lack of investigative resources. However, a recent FOIL completed for me indicated that the Town of Kirkland had no problem getting other people to follow the rules.

 

The second possibility was because Mr. Dwyer had “upstate money”, much like James Brock or Brett Truett, and so he was allowed to violate the law.  The way the Codes Department and Building Superintendent handled this matter, allowing the clock to run out instead of enforcing the Codes Law as would have happened in Utica, indicates this was a possibility.

 

The problem with that is I did not grow up here.  I knew Dorothy Hamilton, the Campbell’s Soup Heiress, rather well since we “competed” all the time.  Elizabeth Meyer, founder of the International Yacht Restoration School, and I were on opposite sides, in a friendly manner, of many issues.  Former Congressman Patrick Kennedy and I were partners during many Rhode Island Young Democrats initiatives when we were both in school.

 

If I wanted to, I could go down to West Palm Beach, kowtow to my father, and become an instant millionaire.  This is not much different than Mr. Dwyer waiting around for his father to die. I am sorry, but my integrity matters more to me than that.  If I wanted similar money, I could go back to Newport, RI and be a resort sales manager tomorrow just like I was at the BayClub for 6 years until I sold all the inventory.  My goals here matter more than that. Maybe if your Codes Department and Superintendent had more experience with real money, they would not be so impressed by Mr. Dwyer and as a result, force him to stay within the bounds of the law.

 

The final possibility is one I hope is definitely not true.  That would mean Mr. Dwyer actually paid somebody. Receiving a bribe and then acting on it does not sound like the actions a Town of Kirkland Official.

 

So everything continued along into September.  My roommate moved out. My plan was to wait until the night of September 30th, move into a local hotel, and then sue.

 

On the morning of September 29th, that all went wrong.  I got up early that morning to go to work and there was no power.  A call to National Grid indicated that it was not them. Back on or about 13 September 2018, I had moved the electricity into my name and have the bills to prove it.  I know Mr. Dwyer has made many statements to the contrary, including a few were perjury would attach. Mr. Dwyer tends to do this a lot. If you think this is the only way he can be impeached in writing should you ever decide to put him on the stand, guess again.

 

What was really creepy is if it was not National Grid, it had to be Mr. Dwyer or someone at Mr. Dwyer’s direction.  The entrance to the meters was locked by Mr. Dwyer. It was known he had messed with meters in the past. I had to shave that morning in the dark.  I nicked my face. The mark sits right under my nose and over my lip to remind myself of that day when I shave now.

 

I went to work and had a pretty good day other than realizing I was coming home to a house with no power.  When I returned home I was in for another surprise. There was a lock installed from the inside and I could not get back in the house.  Again, this was September 29th. I had indicated everywhere I was not leaving until midnight on the 30th. Once I left, I made it clear the first thing I was going to do was sue both the community and Mr. Dwyer so that the law would be enforced.

 

I called the police and my roommate.  Your Officer arrived. Please notice that while I am going to describe your Officers actions, and one large inaction, I will never mention their name.

 

Why??  I appreciate law enforcement too much.  Due to the Sandra Bland video being released, will some friends and I get together this weekend to discuss how to create a scenario where that cop commits suicide??  Yes we will. Are we decently sure that if we employed this scenario he would commit suicide?? Yes we are.

 

Then why do we never employ this scenario beyond talking about it??  While true that we must get it out of our systems, if we employ it somebody could copycat what we did and use it to hurt good cops.  We cannot allow that.

 

Is it true that years ago only 3% of police personnel were dirty/racist??  Yes. Is it true that now that number has risen to somewhere around 18% thanks to the Presidency of Donald Trump??  Yes it is. However, the lives of good cops matter too much so we talk about it, get it out of our systems, and put it away.  For the record, as a Chief, you are not a cop. Instead, you are a political figure.

 

I want local police departments to reach out to me when they need to find a missing person in a crack house.  I want local police to trust me when they come upon a mentally ill person, much like I am, but can’t speak their language while I can.  I want local police backup when I go venturing looking for missing people on my own. Yes, I do have OG status but only in a couple of states.  I prefer cop backup. For all these reasons, the Officer from that day will not be mentioned by name.

 

My former roommate and the Officer arrived at the same time.  After assessing the situation, the Officer came up with an idea.  The Officer ventured off for a couple of minutes. The Officer came back with a hammer.  The Officer instructed me to break the glass door, undo the lock, and let myself in. My former roommate took a couple of photos and I followed the instructions.

 

Upon entering I was in near shock as I realized my stuff had been stolen starting with my laptop.  My laptop contained information and programs so I could stay sober, I have over 16 years of sobriety, and manage my Bipolar 1 disease.  Now that laptop was gone along with my clothes, my pictures, my letters, some collected sober pins, my toiletries, and other things I cared about.

 

Immediately I thought of Mr. Dwyer as did my former roommate.  The lock on the inside of the door was a huge giveaway. Your Officer resisted this thought and said, “It could be somebody else”.  That resistance led to me writing this letter: https://livezombielandlord.wordpress.com/2018/10/01/kirkland-police-chase-the-lockmeister/

 

The day would go on much as was described in the letter.  I would feel threatened several times. Mr. Dwyer, who committed the crime or had it committed at his behest – unless you believe in the Lockmeister, was in the driveway for hours.  When I finally left, I saw your Officer one more time. He told me that YOU had decided that this was a Civil Matter. I did not know local police departments were allowed to interpret the law to call something “civil”.  When did this happen??

 

That night, because it was not safe to stay at the apartment, I gathered up what little was left of my things and I left.  My boss graciously allowed me to have the next day off. I told my employers that I was probably going into the “Behavioral Unit” for a few days because I could feel the mania beginning to rage and I knew the cycle was going to be deep.

 

After spending Sunday at my friends house, I traveled to Utica on Monday.  I went to the Library and waited for the inevitable. When the mania reached a certain stage, I wrote this Letter to the Editor that was published in numerous newspapers around the country https://bobbyo.blog/2018/10/01/recently-released-letter-to-the-editor/

 

The day I got out, I reported back to work.  I went home and set some goals. I came up with a financial milestone when I would try to get justice since your Department decided to deny me justice on that day.  I passed that milestone last week and started talking to attorneys.

 

There is one unfortunate thing I have to bring up.  Between social media and straight blog followers, this letter will eventually potentially come in contact with 20,000 people.  Then there will be people who search for Mr. Dwyer or you on the web, I dominate search, and discover this letter. You have to add them in too.

 

One of those people will know Mr. Dwyer.  They will inform him. He will try to silence me by hiring “contractors”, that’s not a euphemism – I mean literally out of work contractors, to rough me up.  He has done this often to others in the past. Sadly, he never pays the contractors after they finish their work assignments. You will notice he has this problem with regular workers as well.  For instance, every week literally it is a different guy without insurance and proper training driving the backhoe.

 

For that reason, I have reached out to two groups.  Because I am a member of the “Recovery Community”, it was easy to get introduced to low level members of the local drug dealing community.  Bartering with them so they would watch my back was easier than I thought.

 

I also called some old friends I used to deal crack with back in Fall River, MA in the late 90’s.  We’re calling it the Pleasant Street Crack Reunion.  Instead of being one afternoon on Pleasant Street, it will be numerous weekends in Kirkland, New York over the summer.  If you see vehicles with Massachusetts and Rhode Island license plates in your community blasting Dope Man by NWA out of the stereo, they are probably friends of mine.  They are here to keep me safe.

 

I was surprised to find out how many were still left.  Yes, the great majority had died or went to prison, where they died.  Out of the remaining crew, only one is still in the industry on the money end.

 

People who read this letter on the blog will notice this is a major change.  For the last 6 years since I moved up here, I have observed a Star Trek like Prime Directive.  No matter what I tried to do up here, I did it with resources from here. Those days are over. No more fighting with one hand tied behind my back.

 

From now on, if I need cash, the call goes to Newport or the Vineyard.  If I need political help, I call Boston or DC. I will reach out to friends in Albany, Bridgeport – the Connecticut version, and Providence.  Without boring you with the story, thank a guy named Larry Joseph.

 

One last note, if your first thought after reading this attempt to hold your Department accountable after making a huge mistake is to try to threaten me, I would humbly suggest you think otherwise.  Please notice that I am not mad at Kirkland. The people have Kirkland have been great to me and as such, the Clerk has not received a “please give me the first pages to all your grant applications so I can disrupt them FOIL” as many other communities have.  This lawyer in Kentucky called that “terrorism” because I guess I rattled him https://bobbyo.blog/2019/04/01/when-a-real-estate-lawyer-threatens-you/

 

If you could kindly send me your answer in writing to the simple question, “Do you still believe that Mr. Dwyer did this and you ignored the law to call it civil” in writing that would be appreciated.  No, you are right, no law says you have to. However, I have many more free market and political tools at my disposal. You did not lose all your stuff.

 

Sincerely,

 

Robert T. Oliveira

2 Kennedy Plaza, Unit 1205

Utica, NY  13502

315-864-1229

Bobby@BobbyO.blog

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Thank You

16 October 2017

Nurses, Doctors, Physician Assistants, Technicians, and other staff

St. Elizabeth’s Medical Center

Ward 2A, 2209 Genesee Street

Utica, NY  13501

Dear Nurses, Doctors, Physician Assistants, Technicians, and other staff:

Thank you for taking care of me at the end of September and the beginning of October.  One thing we have learned in recovery circles as the more we talk about our experiences, the more we reduce stigma and discrimination.  For that reason, I have no problem being open with the “re-dialing in” of the medications I take to help manage my Bi-Polar 1 Disease.

 

I want to make sure I do not miss anybody so let me take a few minutes to highlight where I got help.  “Thank you” includes the people you talk to when you walk into the emergency room.  If I had not told them I was a Bi-Polar person in trouble, I think they would have figured it out.  They were supportive and understanding right away.  If more mentally ill people knew that was going to be the reception they would get, maybe more of us would self-report and self-commit as part of our self-care strategies.  It only took me 6 days to figure out I needed hospital level help.  It would have been worse if I thought the people at intake were judgmental or unhelpful.

 

“Thank you” includes the security guards.  No matter how shaky you are upon admission, you have to feel safe quickly.  Security guards play a big role in this task for those of us who are mentally ill.

 

“Thank you” includes all the technicians who took numerous blood, and one urine, samples during my stay.  This process can be creepy and painful or it can be quick and painless.  No matter whom I ran into on this trip, quick and painless was the order of the day.

 

“Thank you” includes Nurse’s Assistants and RN’s.  Someone has to get you your meds, tell you which appointment is next, and most importantly, take your vitals.  During this process, vitals become incredibly important even if just to me.  They also support and uplift you when the shaky/scary times come.  Waiting for a new regimen of drugs to work is scary enough by itself on your own.

 

“Thank you” includes social workers and insurance navigators.  For me, it has always been the case that paying out of pocket was less expensive than mandated insurance would be.  That was until now.  If my disease lets me work, I know more about my available choices.  If my disease will not let me work, then I am already all set.

 

“Thank You” includes the doctor who understood how people with my disease react to medication.  “I already know what you are going to try – you are going to take the Welbutrin to keep the scary depression away and not take the Invega because you like a certain level of mania maintained all the time.  Let me be clear, that will not work.  The first day you try that, you will instantly go into a mania you may or may not come back from.”  God he knows me so well.

 

“Thank You” includes housekeeping.  Ever stay in a psych ward??  I am guessing unless you share a mental illness like me, why would you??  They can be pretty sloppy.  In fact, they probably beat prison showers, since that is always the same thing, for sloppy.  A fine-tuned housekeeping staff makes for better recovery.  There is a lesson in there that can be applied in our personal lives.  Thinking that has been sloppy for a period of time needs to be cleaned up.

 

“Thank you” also includes all those people who prayed for or sent good wishes in my direction while I was away.  This is usually my job.  Somehow the universe wanted our roles reversed.  My mind and body both appreciated the rest and the spiritual healing such thoughts provide.

 

From now on, your hospital will always be part of my story.  I am better for choosing to seek help and better still because you made up the team that provided the help.

 

Thank you for your time and consideration.

 

Sincerely,

 

Robert T. Oliveira

315-864-1229

 

Running, Mental Illness, and the Downtown Hospital

I ran twice yesterday.  That’s not a brag, just what happened.  I am filled with gratitude every morning when I wake up because I know the other possibility is right around the corner for someone like me.  If I somehow forget that, Chris Cornell and Chester Bennington songs are always there to remind me.

 

I brought it up because it leads us to a discussion of mental illness, health, the downtown hospital, and tourism.  The NoHospital crowd, especially Rep. Tenney confidante Mark Wolber, don’t think they go together and quite frankly do not want me to talk about it.

 

My first run is the generic 5 miler to start the day.  I have this desire not to look 50.  Unfortunately, when I first got diagnosed as Bi-Polar 1, I got put on anti-psychotics which caused me to gain roughly 50 pounds.  For almost 5 years, since my meds changed to PRN, I have been trying to get that weight off.  Most people who stop taking their psych meds do so because of the nasty side effects or because the miss the highs that do not happen any longer.

 

As I get closer to the shape I used to be in, that brings up a point about tourism.  Tourists like to visit places where people are leading in healthy ways.  We already have all the little Bodegas and Halal shops to complement our other grocery choices leading to healthier diets.

 

Now, by hiking and running and canoeing and working out and skating and snowshoeing and skiing and hunting, yes I said hunting, we can show off how healthy we want to be to the rest of the planet.  The Downtown Hospital location follows into this line of thinking.  Our current hospitals lead in unnecessary infections and deaths and the inability to use modern techniques.  We put great people in old building and ask them to perform like they are using state of the art equipment when in truth the buildings fail them.

 

Tourists love all that making the hospital easier to afford and causing a reduction on local tax levies due to higher sales tax income.  To hear people argue that the downtown can sustain the same level of sales tax revenue as we wait for the magic investors to show up, how many new businesses located down there in the 3 years before the hospital announced?, as the bright shiny new hospital will bring in is laughable.

 

My second run of the day was about my mental health.  I had done a good deal of writing yesterday, including the new video script, and my head was clogged.  Between the creativity abilities, the high IQ, the Bi-Polar disease, the mania that comes with it, and the semi-eidetic memory, it’s noisy in here all the time.

 

The best way to relieve it is to run.  Running is about my mental health as much as my physical health if not more.  Sometimes when the Bi-Polar disease is really strong, it is a way to let the mania flow out before I do anything stupid.  By the end of yesterday, I could not sort through all the stuff.

 

I got in another 4 miles.  Big difference between Utica in Newport.  In Utica, people cheer you on and suggest you run the Boilermaker.  In Newport, people ask you what your time looks like so they can go home later and beat it.

 

Just because I get the question all the time, the Boilermaker is a race.  I do not run in it because my sick twisted mind would treat it like a race.  Before you knew it, I would be back in the timeshare business looking for extra cash so I could fly to Kenya and train.

 

While the rest of me is a work and progress, my legs and lungs are still at “game level” shape.  I am also grateful since I know most people who have turned 50 don’t get to choose to run 9 miles in a day.  I am sure there are millions of us but we are in the minority.

 

The Downtown Location, since the St. Luke’s location does not exist, will make it easier for those of us who suffer mental illness or from addiction, to get the access to the beginning of treatment.  That by itself is an improvement over what we have now.

 

I have a 5 miler scheduled for Wednesday morning.  I doubt there will be a run Wednesday night due to a scheduling conflict.  However, when I am on that run little parts of me improve.  If we build the hospital in the downtown, large parts of all of us will improve.  Do you really want to do what the Trump and Tenney supporters suggest leading us to being trapped in a stagnated past everyone would rather forget??  You can show that they’re wrong by getting in a little exercise today.