From: williamkeithmahler1967@gmail.com   
      
   “Peanut Psychology”   
   By William Mahler   
   September 18, 2021   
   william@mahlers.net   
      
   April 2017, my life was full of adventure and I was essentially, homeless.   
   Why?  Society do to corrupt Law Enforcement, Barnstable Policeman Kevin Shaw   
   and his unfounded accusation I was video making a bomb threat against a   
   church, combined with a    
   landlord who’s ultimate goal was to have me as an unwilling lover, well, it   
   got me on the streets.  The memories that flood my mind I want to tell you   
   about that could make it here.  I will say, heroin was abundant at Kathy   
   Goulds home so perhaps,    
   though she wasn’t a party to use, the tenant, James and his 5’6”   
   leprechaun aka ISIS in America leader were best left there for good DEA as   
   then future President Joe Biden and “possibilities” the very word at his   
   nomination acceptance was heard,   
    came from my inches away lips to his ears, face to face, within a week or two   
   before life, became bars and  I do refer to lockup.  Blame myself of absolute   
   rage a social worker for the town of Barnstable decided to ID me publicly for   
   helping law    
   enforcement regarding illegal drug activity and the town LCSW regrading   
   behavior of similar homeless people?  I had been sleeping at “Backstreets’   
   aka Terry’s condo, first stop after Boston and the ever-overpopulated   
   Southampton Shelter, noisy to    
   the point I abandoned it despite a less than 30 day wait to my own shared room   
   with former military personnel regardless of discharge a program exclusive   
   then of Boston.  But with one of two working bathrooms for 300 men at South   
   Hampton and it’s day    
   program, the lack of service for homeless literally on Cape Cod equal yet less   
   in number of sheer volume of homeless people.  A highlight of life in Boston?    
   Then outgoing President Obama’s doppelganger, Louis at Southampton and I   
   smoking cigarettes.     
   Six pack abs, lean 3 meal a day food and a random bed.  The Pilgrim Shelter   
   over by the Strand was closed so I heard recently, hopefully to finally get   
   cleaned and a new bathroom.  By Gods saving grace? The lovely absolutely   
   treated with lady like    
   respect, Sandy 😊     
      
   I let myself experience homelessness when all I had to do is either overpower   
   the mentality of said societies stance on mentally ill people whom refuse to   
   comply or to cow to piggish Department of Mental Health, corrupt Cape Cod   
   Health Care and worse,    
   rogue outlaw police whom between the three entities, always manage to blame   
   the innocent into being guilty, the guilty of being innocent and occasionally   
   getting life done correct.   I actually walked into the FBI office entrance   
   standing near the lip of    
   an elevator to speak with an agent about 09/11/01 and as if I’d already been   
   investigated back when Bush was President or the agents had zero time, was   
   turned away twice. Then, the reality of actually being a undercover citizen   
   dawned on me when a man    
   met me downstairs and had a bottle of water and a cigarette, my go to pleasure   
   and we spoke briefly.  Within a year I believe I met him again as an employee   
   he became of then Correct Care Recovery Services segueing (merging) into Well   
   Path, the 180-   
   degree mentality opposite towards the overall treatment of people, examined to   
   be or not to be ill in mind at the feared for decades by the murderous   
   Department of Corrections up until March 2017.   
      
      
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