I returned to the Island March 2007 to find that my land had turned into a junk yard because of a mechanic who claimed he was care taking my land for me, Rob Kazuki, who I had never met. Then there was Ali, a fake Rasta who acted like it was God's will that my land be used while I was away. Grant, my neighbor down the street, had contacted me in Washington threatening to call the health department if I didn't do something about my land. Here, he tells what the police do if there are trespassers on private property or junk cars on the side of the road.
Friday, July 20, 2007
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