JAN.2018
At this point I had lost everything. The only thing I had was a newly acquired determination to become a good guy. Recent events had shifted my perception and this intense desire to make things right was all I had keeping me from giving up completely. I soon met a local activist and it was exactly what I was looking for! I finally had a way to make positive change! I thought that I could help people and stand up to a broken and corrupted part of the system. A fire had been ignited and I spread the word where ever I could. I was confident that the population would be enthusiastic supporters. I was positive that they would want to make a difference as much as I did!
I started making memes and posting in a variety of local fb groups. I tried reaching out to individuals and organizations. I continued to hit the street to find new leads and more contacts. I searched high and low for fellow survivors. I found out that a lot of people are scared to talk. And the majority of people just don't care. I felt like I was putting my ass in the cross hairs for these people, fighting for all of us when none of them will stand with me. Needless to say I started to feel discouraged. I stayed focused and kept doin it even though I wasn't raising as much support or attention as I had hoped for. I hadnt realized how much attention i was actually attracting.
My spidey sense had started to tingle, I wasn't sure why but I knew I was on the right track. I continued writing articles and collecting contacts. Slowly i started to bulid a small base of fans supporters and allies. Then strange things started to happen. If the same odd shit keeps happening then it's not a coincidence and if people are actually after you then your not being paranoid.
But don't let the smoooooth flava fool ya, I'm from the streets and I LOVE a good fight... Im not going anywhere!!!
Dont touch that dial and stayed tuned to thewinnipegpost.This is Mickey "The Manitoba" Mongoose from thewinnipegpost signing off.
