Information About Me

I was born in raised in the Santa Cruz mountains of central california where I learned how to hunt large beasts. I picked up the trade of leatherwork when I was 14 years old because my father was a hunter. He taught me how to tan leather through natural means and how to work it into useful forms. Eventually I got old enough to get out on my own and I went down to the city to try to make it. This is when, while I was away at college, my father Harland went missing. He had had his troubles in life and was by no means a perfect person but we never expected this. I went back home and lived with my mom for a few years before things got bad with her on account of the grief. She kicked me out when I was 24 and I've been living, if you can call it that, down on riverwalk ever since.

During my free time I like to hang out with the community that has formed here. A lot of good people end up here because of different life circumstances. Don't get me wrong though, there are plenty of undersirables too. One man who calls himself driftwood is a sort of enemy of mine. We've had a rivalry going back a couple years now. It all started with a misunderstanding that I had. I don't want to get into it but there are some things that can be found about me on the internet that are not true and that has led to a lot of personal hardship on my part. Driftwood has only made it worse by spreading malicious and untrue rumors about me to people in my community who before this whole ordeal I was on good terms with.

Anyways, now that I live a more isolated lifestyle I have had a lot of time to ruminate on my philosophy. I think that people like me have a unique perspective, we see things from an angle that a lot of people now adays don't. Most people aren't familiar with cruelty and coarsness that you are treated with as an unhoused person. I have had frequent experiences with what our president would call Lawfare, that is, the unjust use of the legal system to cause an innocent people harm through financial or reputational damage. These altercations I have had have resulted in me losing access to many basic civil liberties that my countrymen enjoy.

I was recently arrested on bogus charges of "violating another persons civil rights by force". This legal phrasing is meant to sound scary and sever; civil right? You shouldn't violate civil right! I hear you say. But what can a single citizen do to violate another's civil rights. It's in the name, civil right, the rights which you receive from civilization, in this case the government, now how could an oridinary citizen violate those. I don't own a buissness, I couldn't enage an any legally actionable form of discrimination even if I wanted to. Which I don't I might add. These charges were levied against me for no other reason than to oppress and distract me. Forcing my attention to be split between this matter and my more important works.

Upon being arrested I was held in county jail. I was held at a bail of $45, which, being in my circumstances, I may as well have been held without bail. I have since been released as the charges were eventually dropped. They knew that I would have taken this to a Jury, as is my right as an American, and my peers, brainwashed as they are by Driftwood and his associates, would nonetheless see this trial for what it is, a SHAM! Anyhow, it is situations like this that make me weary of government overreach and the intrusion on my personal matters by the ever expanding sureveilance state.

This is why I have endeavoured to immerse myself in the world of OPSEC. OPSEC is short for OPerational SECurity and it involves various countermeasures to eliminate threat vectors in my operation and buff my security in the case of neccesary risks I have to take. I'm Hosting this site from Web 3.0 with the blockchain. When I get tired of these streets I jack in to the metaverse where Driftwood and his goons can't reach me. When I jack into the metaverse I always use a vpn, and not a basic one either. I'm sort of what you would call a ghost. I go in and out of cyberspace without a trace

That's besides the point though. All that is just a small part of my life that I keep secret from the people I know in real life. Mostly these days I just ride my bike and shop at the mexican grocery store by where I've been staying. I used to get payments from the government but they've slowed down because of more bullshit lawfare recently. My mom also stopped supporting me and it became a public incident in a really embarassing way that just added fuel to the fire with this whole driftwood thing.

That's enough about me though. I hope you enjoy my site. I've got a lot of cool stuff planned here and its a nice break from my life on the streets. Maybe one day with the ad revenue from this blog I can even get back into the leather buissness or find my father.