In law, this is what is called “a contemporaneous note”.
Every morning I go outside to check around my vehicles, a habit of many years of living curbside. It was clean and no litter for me to pick up. That was 8 am. Then again at 10 am, I took out my own (1) bag of trash. Walked a block, came back in. Still litter around my home (the RV). So up until 10.10 am nothing around my home.
I hear a large truck pull up behind me, idling. I look out and see a public works truck. Stays about 2 minutes. Drives off. A few minutes pass. At 10.25 am, another public works truck in front of me. This one puts the flashing lights on and goes to work. I go outside to see whats up.
Someone, in the time it took for me to come in and make a cup of lemon-ginger tea, had deposited shit behind my RV and called it in. Now it will in “city records”, a black waste incident by my RV.
I told the worker to tell her boss I would be including this incident in the lawsuit. She looked at me like I was crazy.
No doubt, dear reader, you wonder why I see this differently than you do. It’s just a Sunday poop patrol, right?
In litigation, it’s an incident. Make a pattern, see?
It’s on top of regularly being reported to the police by way of the offended citizens yelling to cops across street or on their phones but where I can easily hear them being passive-aggressive, “Why is she still here?!!! I am sick of this.”
My offense is being on their street. I am criminalized for the this everynight at 10 pm.
Someone stops by the RV living room window and honks 5 or 6 times every morning. Another yells at least one or two times a week, “I’m getting you towed.”
Someone sets off fireworks a few times too.
For a nomad, these are NORMAL events of hate.
RV runs. Brakes work. Rewiring the lights this Tuesday. My tags are expired. I could lose everything at moment’s notice. I am distraught in my sorrow for my husband and best friend of 27 years. I have cancer symptoms. I subexist on SSI. I have no reason to live except these administrative claims I filed last week, and trust me, dry paper and three years in court, no. That’s not enough to keep me alive. I am going to make a memorial to him to celebrate the life we had before we came here in 1997 for our wedding.
Your hate for RV dwellers has destroyed my life. Everything I came here with, you took. You, the City of San Francisco, and you, its citizens who pay for us to be treated like illegal people. I have come back to die on the beach he and I lived on for more than a decade in a big black Bluebird school bus. The beach we loved.
Photo from the most recent firework setting off event. This went on five nights in a row then stopped. Previously there were episodes too. Most are on the roadway, but two were very near my home. I am exhausted. As soon I possibly can, I will be gone. Sooner, than later.