Text Now.

I just sent my friend across the street D. this text:

Plus D., I just thought of something. If I stumbled around by my front window picking up those boxes, I'd trip for sure. I'd trip before I had nerve damage and mobility issues. And then when I'd trip, they'd use that as an excuse to take away my rights and freedoms. Like they did a little when I cut myself on that broken shot glass. No, due to all I just said my legal guardian Eric B. is supposed to do all that.

Eric B. is supposed to care of me.

Eric B. is supposed to protect me from harm.

Eric B. is supposed to make sure I am never hungry.

Eric B. was supposed to have replaced my washing machine by now.

Because Wayne County Probate Court thinks I don't deserve the rights of a full adult and then keep it, and the harm they did to me, a secret. Moving those boxes is the job of Eric B. That's what the law says. I'm serious.

And if the police come to my door to give me $90 ticket like you said, that's what I will tell them.

I'm not joking. I'll put his number by the door right now. Right after I take my medicine, including the antibiotic I to take now to prevent a foot infection.