A letter to the "Hater's Club."

A letter to members of the "Hater's Club"......whoever and/or however many that may be.
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> Only when you fight me is when you are my enemy. Since I have arrived to Portland, OR last year, I've done absolutely NOTHING but rebuild my life broken by bull*^%!. I slept two months on the sidewalk, sometimes even when it rained.
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> When it did, my only sanctuary (other that fellow homeless neighbors) all I had was a sleeping bag and my umbrella as my roof. When it was dawn, I would pick up my belongings, and head over to Transitional Projects to shower. Afterwards, I would place my daily attire in the dryers this facility provides to the homeless.
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> Two months later, my name came up in a drawing for a bed in the men's shelter downstairs section. In it was divided of all walks of life who traded war stories of what led them to their predicament. Ironically, some were war veterans who I came across, admired, and totally respected. I too, traded my experiences with them, at times, but was very selective of the company I encountered.
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> Everyday, we were fed properly by heartwarming volunteers who dedicated themselves to nourish our bodies, and even bringing us holiday cheer with songs and performances. Some of them are employees of the Standard Insurance, who are wonderful supporters, and uplift me daily.
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> A few days before Christmas, I graduated from a six week tenant's education course called "Rentwell" and I was approved for housing at Musolf Manor the same day. Catherine Magdelena approved my application.
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> After clearing out my locker, I placed all of my belonging and pushed the cart from Irving St all the way to NW 3rd St, nearly four blocks in the rain. It took at least two trips. Everyone, including the war veterans gave me a standing ovation which trickled a tear from my eye.
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> Since tenancy here at Musolf Manor, I've had wonderful times, but I've also had a few incidents in which I had to write up a few tenants causing me problems.
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> The recent incident here in my building enraged me a great deal. A tenant (who's name I shall not disclose) prompted two Portland Police responses and a fire EMT as well. I usually keep quiet about things occurring in my residence.
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> As long as you are not harming me, a woman, or a child, I pretty much stay out of your face and your business.
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> On December 3rd, a tenant made his actions my business when he took a fire extinguisher from the emergency fire box. I immediately contacted the front desk clerk. I saw the tenant spray his own door. I tried to reason with him but to no avail. His actions caused the flooding of the hallways of other tenants in the building's units.
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> His action also caused the flooding to collapse the ceiling of the editorial office of Street Roots. (Musolf Manor and Street Roots is conjourned with other building complexes, including a popular female impersonator's club called "Darcelle's" and a few other night clubs in the area.)
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> I had to let the fire department access my room to dump the flooding in my toilet. I also let them access my electric outlet for their generators. This kept me up all night long.
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> I was extremely tense and stressed about that night. I wholeheartedly thank Street Roots for giving me the love I needed that day. I was (and still am) so upset that I needed to stay away from people. The tenant responsible had the nerve to say "hi" to me. I kept walking to keep from exploding.
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> Hater club members, here is something you may or may NOT know, I spend my money on the following: Rent, phone, transportation costs, food, household items, and purchasing my own papers from Street Roots. In addition, buy a pack of Marlboro Lights and a six pack at times. Not perfect, but who is right?
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> (NOTHING is FREE in this world.)
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> Just recently I decided to take a break from some strange covert events occurring (similar to San Francisco last year) at my post at the Standard Insurance Building. Every incident I reported it directly to Street Roots and posted on my Facebook page for all to see.
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> So for all of the members of the "Hater's Club" who get off disrupting Street Roots and myself daily activites through wicked means "seemingly unseen" I want you to think REAL REAL hard about what it takes (and took) to be who we are. Pain, hardwork, motivation, dedication, and assertiveness is how we apply ourselves in our work......and innerbeing.
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> BTW, I had my first job working in a local supermarket supporting my mother, grandmother, and brother.......while healing with what caused my PTSD. (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.)
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> So hopefully, what you've all just read brings you a closer look at the man you are all self-dedicated to hate. I am not a "pimp" because women support me and Street Roots with gifts and dollars. I'm not a "snob" because I'm selective of the company I keep.
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> I'm professional and respectable at all times with the community. Those who know me best, personally and professionally.
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> And last, and SURELY NOT least, I am not a "rich man." Please place that in your "hater's club" holiday cheer this Christmas season.
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> Sincerely,
> Marlon Crump.