The 1 /2 hour meeting at 312 Main Street with the Vancouver Police Department accomplished very little in 1998 in May. I explained everything about the home invasion and the emergency broadcast, and I explained why I knew Jimmy the Junkie and the Clan from Clavet were involved with the Vancouver Police Department. I explained about the car and how Jimmy the Junkie, The Little Whore from Clavet, and Blondie were exploiting the note sent to Crime Stoppers. Rohel explained how he knew the car in the home invasion, and he explained why the home invasion disappeared from the media. He explained why there were never any arrests after the home invasion. He explained why the crime disappeared from the media the next day. He explained why the old couple who suffered the home invasion agreed to the Vancouver Police Departments deal. He did his best to explained how the Vancouver Police Departments informants were Jimmy the Junkie and the Clan from Clavet. Rohel explained how he was being ostracized on the street by the Vancouver Police Departments informant. He explained what happened at the Lamplighter Pub. He explained how Jimmy the Junkie, his Crew, and the Clan from Clavet were trying to get him killed by the Hells Angels, the Mob, and the Cartels. He explained that their informants were hiding behind him, and the Vancouver Police Departments informant was going to get him killed with the help of the VPD! The two officers did not deny anything that I said that day, and I wrote that in my statement. I kept my file number.
During the middle of May 1998, the Vancouver Police Department offered nothing in the form of help. They wanted their drug bust in the Port of Vancouver, and they offered up that a squad car does a regular drive by on Victoria Drive and Venables Street. Rohel would never know if the two officers followed up any further, and he walked home to 910 Victoria drive by taking Main Street, Hastings Street, and Commercial Drive to Venables Street where he walked up the hill to Victoria Drive. I did not know if these two officers were even interested in getting to the bottom of their informants actions. In time I would know that they were accessories to an attempted murder. I didn't believe for one moment they would approach their informants which the entire police department in the VPD knew at the time due to the size of the Port of Vancouver drug bust. The Vancouver Police Department had their evidence, and they didn't care what their informant was doing now. If the Vancouver Police Department verified their informant was conspiring to commit murder before the home invasion, during the home invasion, and after the home invasion, they would have no drug bust! When Rohel arrived home he loaded the sawed off shotgun with the 8. mm ball bearing shells. There were 9 small ball bearings in each shell. That was the only option the Vancouver Police Department left him. That was the only option the Vancouver Police Department left him. The Vancouver Police Department was complicit in attempted murder that day. The first day.
The next week in May, the strangest thing happened one night when David and I were working on the auto glass project business plan. We were finishing up for the night on the balcony smoking a joint on 1st level balcony. We saw a man enter into the house using the front door on Victoria Drive. He walked through the downstairs hallway, and he turned right to walk up the stairwell. We heard him on the steps, before we saw him make the 180 degree turn on the staircase through the window in the door. He walked up the second series of steps, and the angle of view through the door glass allowed us to see him knock on Paul's door. David and I watched this 5' 10 " - 5 11" blond stocky man talking to Paul. Their angle allowed them to see very little of Paul, however he had stepped through his door moving the man back far enough to clearly keep him in view. Fortunately, it was starting to get dark, and the traffic on the street was at a minimum. It was difficult to hear through the door, but the man appeared to be asking about my whereabouts. Paul's hand could be seen motioning to my suite across the hall. Then Paul could be heard warning him about the shotgun, and Paul added that I had added a lock. There was a question about keys from the man who had a louder voice. Paul's answer could not be heard. The man gave Paul a small pizza he was carrying. Then the man walked back down the stairs past the door where David and I were listening. It was starting to look like Jimmy the Junkie, his Crew, and the Clan from Clavet had set up the Hells Angels, the Montreal Mob, the Mexican Cartel, or the South American Cartel?
David began to express concerns about Paul, and he did not think my new place was secure. Then, David left for his apartment on 16th street in Vancouver, and I thought about what had happened. Paul was just answering the blond man's questions, and Paul offered up the information about the shotgun, as we listened on the balcony. David was well aware of the shotgun. Now, this man also knew that I had protection. I hoped that the knowledge of the shotgun would provide some security while at home. The Clan from Clavet had set him up to die to cover their involvement in the loss of the drug in the Port of Vancouver. Was this man one of the Clan from Clavet? Would he tell the others about the shotgun? I hoped this would work in his favour? Obviously the Vancouver Police Departments informant could do whatever they wanted. In the third week of May, I did not let on to Paul that I heard the conversation. Paul didn't do anything wrong other than give a little information, and I hoped that information would not only protect him, but it could tell the 4 partners in the Port of Vancouver something was wrong? This could possibly be the first step in telling the 4 partners the truth. Could this be his break?
The Vancouver Police Department conceived their gun amnesty program early in the 1990's, and the gun amnesty program was in part a response to the death Lee Matasi who recently graduated from the Ottawa School of Art with an award for excellence. He was gunned down outside a Vancouver nightclub, and the gun amnesty was conceived to restrict the number of guns on the street. Lee Ann Slade said on behalf of the Vancouver Skate Park Coalition that "You're going to see a lot of people take a stand against this violence that's going on," and "We can't tolerate this any more. Something has to be done." Lee Matasi was well known in Vancouver's skateboard community, because he painted graffiti art on bare concrete walls. He turned a bleak underpass into a vibrant skateboarding park. The Vancouver Police Department is considering declaring an amnesty on guns amid a growing demand for action after Matasi's death. The City Of Vancouver cited by the City Clerks Department Public Access and Council Services cited the Act to "(c) to provide an amnesty period to enable the surrender of prohibited weapons" early in 1990's City of Vancouver documents. Meanwhile, I saw the adds the Vancouver Police Department had produced running on the TV computer. This original gun amnesty program would later be cited in a federal "gun-amnesty" program and other provincial program. The Vancouver Police Department provincial amnesty program lasted six weeks in 1998, while the police amassed about 2,000 firearms. Guns on the street were going the way of Pluto (1930-2006) in our Solar System. The International Astronomical Union (IAU) downgraded the status of Pluto to that of "dwarf planet." Only the rocky worlds of the inner Solar System and the gas giants of the outer system were planets in this millennium.
Earth was among the 8 Planets in Solar System after excluding Pluto (1930-2006) was relegated to a dwarf planet.
The program would be repeated by SuperIntendent Boucher, the Vancouver Police Department, Attorney-General Wally Oppal and Solicitor-General John Les in 2006, when a total of more than 3,200 firearms and 100,000 rounds of ammunition would be surrendered to police and the RCMP. Guns included Saturday night specials, a semi-automatic submachine gun, and a rocket launcher in Burnaby. The TV computer went on to encourage people to turn in their weapons. I considered this as an option, because of the man talking to Paul just days before at the top of the stairs. I considered the possibility that deterrent was already in place, and he may not need the gun? He could turn over the sawed off shotgun without legal problems?
In the spring of 1998, I was hated on the streets of Vancouver. I had to carry the sawed off shotgun in a shoulder bag, while I walked to the Food Store on Commercial Drive. While walking to the food store with the gun in the bag he met one of the Little Whore from Clavets brothers, and he knew it was BJ from Kevin party in Toon Town with Hooker Boots. It was also the BJ he saw with Barb at her Uncle Fred's house in Aldergrove BC. This was the BJ from the Lamplighter Pub, and Rohel now sees him on Commercial Drive. The gun was a little long inside the bag, and the end of the barrel could be seen through the tight cloth fabric. When they passed on Venables Street he said "You have a gun"! I was not quite sure if he was the one in the gun game in Toronto? That brother looked a little older. In any event, the Clan from Clavet and BJ knew about the gun. Did the man at the top of the stairs tell BJ? Did BJ just see the end of the barrel through the fabric? I was not sure if the man at the door talking to Paul was with the Clan from Clavet. But it was certain that the Clan from Clavet knew about the gun now. I made it home safely, and he decided that he would keep the gun for now. It was becoming obvious that the Vancouver Police Department did not care who their informant was attempting to murder. They wanted their evidence from the home invasion. He would keep the gun for now to defend himself. Meanwhile, the TV computer was talking about the Vancouver Police Department coming under pressure to investigate the disappearance of Native women on the Vancouver East Side. I wondered whether the Vancouver Police Department had a hidden agenda there too? Was the Vancouver East Side murderer an informant, too? I considered contacting the new Police Complaint Commissioner Don Morrison.
Rohel started swimming at the Britannia Pool at 1661 Napier Street, and he discovered the Britannia Policing Station while walking to the pool. He checked the hours on the Britannia Policing Station door just in case he decided to go for the gun amnesty. Meanwhile, he pondered situation on Commercial Drive, as the Washington Capitals and the Buffalo Sabres started their Eastern Conference finals on May 23rd. The Dallas Stars and the Detroit Red Wings began their Western Conference finals on May 24th, while I was not sure if BJ was a Hells Angel or a Saskatoon Rebel in 1997 or 1998. I knew BJ was covering up for the loss of the drugs caused by the home invasion. Jimmy the Junkie, The Little Whore from Clavet, Blondie, and BJ had nothing to prove I was involved in the drug loss! I was not involved in the drug trade! Yet, the Clan from Clavet had Jimmy the Junkie and his Gang working with them in the The Lamplighter Pub. They changed their story from "The Note" about their home invasions into blaming me for the drug loss in the Port of Vancouver. They were all crawling between the Little Whore from Clavets legs, and she was going to let them crawl inside to hide from the home invasion and drug bust in the Port of Vancouver. Their escape plan was to blame me for the loss of the drugs, and they were going to hide inside the virgin on skid row on 20th street in Toon Town. They were going to want me down quick before anyone started asking to many questions. Their stage was set up.
I kept seeing the same people over and over, like I remember the same face from the Sands Hotel in Toon Town, the same face from Pacific Central Rail Station, the same face as on the street in Toronto, and the same face with the Rebels jacket buying licorice on Commercial Drive and Venables in Vancouver. The important lesson thing I needed people to understand was that before the note, during the note, and after the note, it was the same faces! During the winter / spring of 1997 - 1998 the Saskatoon Rebels or the Saskatoon Hells Angels. The TV barked out Buffalo and Washington were tied 1 - 1 in the Eastern Conference Finals, and Detroit was tied with Dallas 1 - 1 in the Western Conference finals on the TV Computer at 910 Victoria Drive in Vancouver. I was listening to the games from 16:00 - 22:00 Pacific time on the TV computer when the phone rang. I said "Hello". The man on the other end of the line did not appear confused by my voice, and the man went on to ask "Is Clay there?" I was caught off guard, and he said "pardon me". While the man on the other end repeated his question, I looked out the window as he started to realize it was just a wrong number. However, he could see a man on Venables Street looking up at his window. The man on Venables Street had a cell phone to his ear. The man on the phone line repeated his question, and I replied "There is no Clay here, you must have the wrong number"? Meanwhile, I watched the man on Venables Street mouth the words "Ok Thanks" while he continued to look up at the window. Then, the man on Venables Street lowered his phone, and I heard his land line dial tone click closed in conjunction with the man's thumb on his cell phone. The number must have been given by Paul.
On Victoria Drive I stuffed his gun in his bag. He filled the chamber of the sawed off shotgun, and he left the trigger un cocked. He added 5 more loose into the bag. He decided to challenge the man on Venables Street with the cell phone. He walked out of his suite, down the stairs, out the 2nd level balcony door, down the balcony steps, around the east end of the house, to the gate on Venables Street. I had his arm in the bag ready to calk the trigger, and the brightly lit area on Venables Street was now vacant. I looked through the trees along the edge of the property, but there was no sign of the man with the cell phone. I was both relieved and disappointed. This had gone on long enough! I spent a moment or two looking around for the man with the phone which he did not recognize as one of the Clan from Clavet, BJ, Kevin, Jimmy the Junkie, or his Crew. He decided to go back to his window in his suite for a birds eye view from up above, as he was starting to believe the Clan from Clavet has successfully sold their story to the 4 partners in the Port of Vancouver.
In his suite, I could not see the man on Venables Street with the cell phone from his window on the north side of his suite. He sat down for a moment to decide what to do? He decided he would rather see the event unfold in front of him, than he would want to have to make his stand as someone came through the front door. He took his sawed off shotgun and bag outside to the second level balcony, and he set the bag down on the balcony. He faced west towards the driveway. He would be able to hear someone coming up behind him up the balcony stairs. He waited. It took only a few moments before a cab stopped on Victoria Drive just passed the end of the driveway on the west side of the house. Three men got out of the cab, and they started towards the house on the sidewalk. The cab driver must have been told to stay, because he did not pull away from the house. I did not recognize the three men as residents of the house, and he was ready with his loaded sawed off shotgun in his bag at his feet. If they came down the driveway he would shoot down on them. If they came through the front door of the house he would have them on the stairwell. He did not recognize any of these people to be from the Clan from Clavet? Why should he? They had been set up! This was going to be bad!
The 3 men appeared undecided whether they were going to take the front entrance or they would walk up driveway at 910 Victoria Drive in Vancouver. Then, they appeared to be heading for the front door using the sidewalk. The tall, slim, blond haired man who was possibly in his thirties looked down the driveway. Then he looked up! He saw me the second level balcony watching them. I clearly heard him tell the others that "he's outside." For a split second, I thought they were going to try the driveway route. I didn't want to shoot anyone, but he wanted to stay above the ground as well. He braced himself to reach down for the bag at his feet. The top of the bag was open. He would reach in the bag and caulk the trigger, and he would shoot with the gun in the bag. He had slugs. The scatter pattern of the sawed off shotgun should take the group? They needed to be a little closer. Then the sandy haired man thought better of the situation. I heard him say "We should come back later." Then, as quickly as they arrived, the 3 men got back in the cab. They drove off leaving I shaking on the balcony with the bag at his feet. The Clan from Clavet had just about killed him by setting up the Mob, the Hell's Angels, the Mexican Cartel, and the South American Cartel. Now what would he do?
At 910 Victoria Drive, Rohel walked back into the house using the balcony door. He walked up the stairs to his suite. He sat down and thought about what just happened. Rohel reviewed the steps it took to arrive at this point. The Little Whore from Clavet and her Clan had intentionally shared information with Jimmy the Junkie and his gang. Then, the Clan from Clavet absorbs Jimmy the Junkie and Little Mike after the home invasion. It's very important to note that the Clan from Clavet does not warn their Saskatoon Rebels about the home invasion. The Saskatoon Rebels could have warned the Edmonton Hells Angels on the Yellowhead run. After all it was the Little Whore from Clavets family with the Saskatoon Rebels that phoned Vancouver with the big news about the Port of Vancouver. Instead, the Clan from Clavet splits Jimmy the Junkie and Little Mike out of the rest of Jimmy's skid row crew. The new rat crew becomes Jimmy the Junkie and Little Mike, The Little Whore from Clavet and her family, and Blondie. Finally, the Clan from Clavet had the street conned into believing that hitting Rohel would make them in some way with the Vancouver Hells Angels. The phone call "Is Clay there" was intimidation. The reality is these 5 men were not the junkies from skid row or the Clan from Clavet. That's when I started to question whether I would have a future if I shot any one of the 4 partners in the Port of Vancouver. He thought about the gun amnesty? I had checked the hours on the door at the Britannia Policing Station. I decided to try to make it to the Britannia Community Police at 1661 Napier Street. I decided to turn in the gun. That would buy me some time. He decided once again to tell the Vancouver Police Department what their informant was doing in Vancouver while turning in his sawed off shotgun at the Britannia Community Police Station.
In the spring, I had checked the hours of operation for the Britannia Policing Station at 1661 Napier Street next to the Britannia Pool and the Britannia Hockey Rink. I walked out of the front of the house with the loaded sawed off shotgun in the bag. I turned south on Victoria Drive, and I walked 2 blocks south to Napier Street, before I turned west towards Commercial Drive. I crossed Salsbury Drive, at the corner of Napier and Commercial Drive. I crossed Commercial Drive, where I had second thoughts about turning in the sawed off shotgun? Should he be turning over his 'protection' too the gun amnesty program? We all have those moments of indecision! I walked one half block north on the west side of Commercial Drive, and I decided that I would be safe thinking in a public place. I stepped into the Pizza Garden at 1042 Commercial Drive. There was a short line at the end of the dinner hour, where I waited for a minute. I looked around and noticed a very shocked looking man who may very well have known what was going on that day. In fact, he looked like an older, slightly taller version of BJ. Then, his turn came up for the hostess, and I made an excuse that he would not have time to eat. I walked north on Commercial Drive and he turned right on Napier. He walked up to the Britannia Policing Station at 1661 Napier Street to turn over the sawed off shotgun.
I stepped into the Britannia Hockey Arena, and he turned left before walking down the hallway to the offices where he had checked the times on the doors at the Britannia Policing Station. His heart stopped at the door. The door was locked! He checked the hours again, as he started to panic. He could see clearly through the glass that the office was empty. Yet, the hours said, open. What would he do now? He thought about going back to his apartment. He walked back outside of the hockey arena. The plan to walk back to 910 Victoria Drive took an abrupt turn, as he saw a young man who had been on the pay phone regularly on the corner of the Vancouver East Cultural Centre. The 1.7 - 1.8 metre stocky man with dark black hair was not one of the Clan from Clavet as far as I was concerned. However, he was positioned to the left of the hockey arena door in the walkway area at the edge of Napier Street. The idea of going back to Victoria drive faded as soon as it had begun. Where was the officer for the Britannia Policing Station?
Meanwhile at Britannia Centre, I was not sure if the man with dark black hair knew he was setup against a sawed off shotgun by the Clan from Clavet? In any event, the Clan from Clavet was not going to get what they wanted! I have had enough! I turned right and walked away from the man with dark hair, then I walked west down the steps before turning left into the Britannia Pool. I walked past the service counter, up the stairs, and inside the pool to the hallway. This is the hallway where the public washrooms were located on the way to the Britannia Fitness Centre. I stepped into the men's washroom, and I locked the washroom door. I thought? What should I do? I could not give up the gun during the gun amnesty. He could not tell the Vancouver Police Department that they were supporting in the actions of their informant, again. Time is hard to count in a situation like these few moments. He did not know what to do until his answer came to the washroom door. Someone tried to use the locked washroom!
From inside the washroom at the Britannia Pool, I yelled "go get the police" to the person trying to use the washroom. The person on the other side of the door said "What". I repeated "go get the police". The person asked "Are you serious". I said "Yes, go get the police." I heard footsteps. I tried to calculate how long it should take the Vancouver Police Department to arrive at this downtown location in the city. I figured he would have to settle in for 10 - 15 minutes under the circumstances. The sawed off shotgun remained zipped up in the bag as he looked in the mirror. How had it come to this! I thought about Jimmy the Junkie, his Crew, and the Clan from Clavet when someone came to the door, again. That was way to quick. It could not have been more than 5 minutes! The women identified herself as the Vancouver Police. I was not sure if he should open the door because of the quickness of the situation. He said "That was quick? She said something about being in the Britannia Weight Room working out. Whatever she said after that did not matter, because I now knew why the door was locked, and he knew why the Britannia Policing Station was empty. The Britannia Weight Room was just a little farther down the hall. It was that close! I opened the door for the women who represented herself as a policewomen wearing what appeared to be gym clothing.
The female Vancouver Police women walked in front of me down the hallway, and she followed as we went outside of the Britannia Hockey Arena / Pool. She unlocked the exact door, where I had tried to enter 10 minutes earlier. I had the right place because several days ago, I actually popped my head inside earlier in May, when I checked the hours of operation on the door. That day the Officer present confirmed the location. The Vancouver Police Department Officer sat me down at a desk along the window overlooking the pool. I placed the zipped bag on the desk with the barrel pointing away from both of them, and she must have noticed my precautions because she asked him what was in the bag. I said "there is a gun in the bag, it's a sawed off shotgun". The Vancouver Policewomen immediately called Main Street Vancouver Police Department for "backup". It seemed a little extreme to call for backup? Then on the other hand that might not be such a bad idea, as I was after all a hit? She asked if it was safe to unzip the bag? I said yes it's not loaded. The officer took the gun out of the bag, and for all intents and purposes I considered the return of the sawed off shotgun to the Vancouver Police Department under the gun amnesty to be complete. I thought the gun would be one of thousands returned during the provincial amnesty which lasted six weeks in 1998 during the program.
I was questioned by the female officer while they waited for her backup, "What are you doing with a sawed off shotgun in the washroom." I explained the Black Van, Home Invasion, The Note, The Emergency Broadcast, The Report to the Vancouver Police Department on Main Street, Jimmy the Junkie and his gang, The Lamplighter Stand, and finally moving to Commercial Drive to face the music! I tried to explain why I needed the sawed off shotgun, and I explained what happened 30 minutes ago at 910 Victoria Drive. I added explained that I expected someone to be in the office where they were sitting now. I explained that the Vancouver Police Departments informants were going to get someone killed. I explained that I was being blamed by their informant for the Port of Vancouver, and that the Little Whore from Clavet, Jimmy the Junkie, and her man Blondie had the Mob, Hell's Angels, The Mexican Cartel, and the South American Cartel believing their informant! I was given a Vancouver Police Department Statement form to document what had happened, as the female officer spoke to the backup which had just arrived. The Vancouver Police Department Officer who had just arrived took the shotgun, bag, and slugs. I left for a short period of time while I worked on his statement which outlined what has happened in the past. The female officer began her statement after speaking with what I assumed to be the Vancouver Police Department Shift Supervisor.
I continued to write the statement in front of the female officer from the Vancouver Police Department in the Britannia Policing Station, after she returned. I added events which brought me to the washroom including events at 88 Ranelagh Avenue with Canada Post Mailbox, The Honda Civic, and the News Media the next day with the senior citizen who was invaded. I wrote about the sawed off shotgun, and I wrote about not wanting to shoot people who were set up by the Vancouver Police Departments informant! I clearly stated that the Hell's Angels and the Cartels were being set up. The female officer informed me that she was on a unscheduled break, and she was working out in the Britannia Weight Room. She told me that she put that in her statement, as she understood what her break had actually done to my sawed off shotgun turnover to the Vancouver Police under the Gun Amnesty Program. Both of their statements would be the same for the last 30 minutes. Meanwhile, I had written well into the 3 rd page of the form when the Vancouver Police Department Shift Supervisor returns. He speaks with the female officer, and she in turn asks if I am finished with the statement. I am assured that I will be allowed more time to finish my statement by the female officer, after the Supervisor reviews my progress. She hands my statement to the Vancouver Police Department Shift Supervisor. He steps outside with the unsigned statement.
At the Britannia Policing Station, I waited for the Vancouver Police Department Shift Supervisor to return with his statement. I waited for about 10 - 15 minutes after he left. He returns with another Vancouver Police Officer. This policeman now watched me fill out my statement while the Vancouver Police Department Shift Supervisor goes outside with the female policewomen for about 5 - 10 minutes. I continued with my statement while they are outside talking. I added more about the trip I made to the Vancouver Police Department two weeks earlier, during which I explained the same problems that are in the statement he is now writing. The Vancouver Police Department Supervisor returned with the police women, and he was informed by the Vancouver Policewomen that he was under arrest for possession of a restricted weapon. The female officer did not appear to be very happy with this decision. She went on to inform me that the Vancouver Police Department was not sending him to jail! The police department was sending him to St. Paul's Hospital in Vancouver. I started to understand that The Vancouver Police Department was going to ignore the provincial gun amnesty running on television, and they needed to accuse him of something to keep their illegal evidence from the Port of Vancouver. The Vancouver Police Department was not sending him to jail because they knew I was right about the home invasion. But, if the Vancouver Police Department acknowledges the truth about their informant the evidence would be illegal. The Vancouver Police Department was going to cover up attempted murder by their informant to keep their illegal evidence. It was the spring of 1998 that the Vancouver Police Department was complicit in the attempted murder of Dennis Rohel. The Vancouver Police Department would be complicit in the attempted murder with the RCMP, and the RCMP were just the beginning. 5 people almost getting killed that day! I was pressed too finished his statement. I was handcuffed before he was walked outside. The area was a zoo!
At 19:41 in the evening on the 27th of May 1998, the Vancouver Police Department had an Emergency Health Services Ambulance arrive at 1661 Napier on the street outside of the hockey arena. I was searched by the Vancouver Police Department, before I was loaded into the Ambulance. The area had become something of an "incident" area with 3 police cars and Emergency Health Services (EHS). According the EHS Crew Report, M. P. the Ambulance Driver took the wheel. R.N. the Ambulance Attendant took the passenger seat, while the Vancouver Police Department Officer rode with I in the ambulance to St. Paul's Hospital. I was charged under the Mental Health Act under Section 24, while he waited for the ambulance to pull away from Napier Street. I looked out the lightly smoked back window of the Ambulance. In the shadow of the Ice Rink behind the ambulance, I thought he could see a car he remembered through the glass. The combination of the smoked glass and ice rink shadow over the car made it difficult to see until the ambulance started for downtown Vancouver. How could this have gone so wrong, as the Ambulance pulled forward towards St. Paul's Hospital in Vancouver.
The Ambulance turned north on Commercial Drive to E. Hastings Street where they turned west towards downtown Vancouver and W. Hastings Street. I could see out the back window, and he pointed at the car following the Ambulance. I told the Vancouver Police Department officer "that's your real problem here." It was the Honda Civic following them as they turned south on Burrard Street. I knew why the occupants of the Civic did not walk near 910 Victoria Drive. They entered the Emergency lanes at St. Paul's Hospital where they unloaded I. The Vancouver Police Officer, the Ambulance Driver, the Ambulance Attendant and I checked into Inpatient Admission Screening in Emergency with K. Wrixon and Kirk Hollohan. Sheldon Zipursky became the admitting physician while I refused to sign the provincial Application for Benefits and Assignment of Benefits for his Record of Admission. I did sign the Consent for Treatment form as it said that I acknowledge I am of sound mind".
In St. Paul's Hospital the Emergency Nursing Assessment states I is accompanied by both the Vancouver Police Department (VPD) and the Emergency Health Services (EHS). In the EHS Crew Report I was charged using the Mental Health Act under Section 24. The Vancouver Police Department and the EHS now influence the Emergency Nursing Assessment to site the Mental Health Act under Section 28 with a VPD under the notes. The VPD had taken close to an hour before calling EHS to Britannia according to the Crew Report, and now with the influence of the VPD the Emergency Nursing Assessment was changing the original reasons for arrest. Meanwhile, the Emergency Nursing Assessment has a time of 21:00 hours. I was starting to think that the VPD did not want the truth. They wanted to keep their evidence? Why wouldn't the VPD just check the call made earlier in the evening for Clay? It was that simple? Instead, I was starting to feel like he was being railroaded.
The St. Paul's Hospital Emergency Nursing Assessment continues with no physical signs of anything out of the ordinary. Yet, the St. Paul's Hospitals copy of the EMS Crew Report from Britannia Centre contains the decision made by the VPD of charges using the Mental Health Act under Section 24. The diagnosis created by the VPD at Britannia Centre starts extending into St. Paul's Hospital. Yet, the VPD refuses to check the phone call records for a call for "Clay". The VPD refuses to check their informant and the home invasion. The VPD refuses to check to see how they came upon the information for the drug bust. The VPD refuses to question their informant. The VPD simply "diagnosed" a solution. The VPD refuses to investigate anything they communicated to St. Paul's Hospital to confirm their "diagnosis". Finally, the VPD is pressing forward in the Emergency Ward to save their evidence by encouraging a "psychotic disorder" diagnosis so they can keep their evidence. The Emergency Nurse goes along with the persistent VPD in the Emergency Nursing Assessment form, and the "reason" I is in Emergency becomes the "Mental Health Act under Section 28" with "VPD" written under the statute. St. Paul's Hospital confines I against his will, and the VPD has their evidence intact!
Dr. Andrew Carl Stager went along with the VPD's "diagnosis" made at Britannia Centre. I filled out my Medical Certificate under Sections (22 (2), 27, 28, 29, R.S.B.C. 1996, c.288) of the Mental Health Act allowing I to be kept against his will. His barely legible words don't accurately reflect what actually happened, and his summary does not mention the gun amnesty. His words also do not express what the VPD's female police officer at the Britannia Centre experienced, and his summary is not congruent with her police statement. While, the St. Paul's Hospital staff bent to the diagnosis of the VPD made at Britannia Centre, for unknown reasons at this time Dr. Andrew Carl Stager did not consult his own Emergency Room staff, the VPD, or the EMS Crew. I does sign the Medical Certificate, but he does not get the admitting information from Yitz Hollander, Dr. Kirk Hollohan, Emergency Nursing Assessment, B. Dowell, Barb Walsh, Emergency Nursing Tiage, M. Roper, K. Racette, Lorna Ann Allen, and admitting physician Dr. Sheldon Zipurski. I explained the series of outlines in this blog the best he could to each of them. Cumulatively, their own notes for St. Paul's Hospital contradict Dr. Andrew Carl Stager's own Medical Certificate. Finally, admitting physicians Dr. Kirk Hollohan and Dr. Sheldon Zipurski are not offered the chance to sign the Medical Certificate even though they have almost all the contact with I in the Emergency Admission section under the Mental Health Act.
Dr. Mellisa Jane Fahy also went along with the VPD's "diagnosis" made at Britannia Centre. She filled out my Medical Certificate under Sections (22 (2), 27, 28, 29, R.S.B.C. 1996, c.288) of the Mental Health Act sealing me in St. Paul's Hospital against his will. She does not write that I called the police to the washroom, and she does mention that the Hell's Angels are being setup by the Clan from Clavet. She does mention the note to Crime Stoppers, but she somehow gets the dates wrong. She does mention the plans to work in Russia, but she confuses this with fleeing danger. She thinks I requires hospitalization, but she also thinks it's for my safety. She also has nothing to say about the gun amnesty, and her version also does not express what the VPD's female police officer at Britannia Centre put in her statement, either. She does sign the Medical Certificate, but she does not get the admitting information from Yitz Hollander, Dr. Kirk Hollohan, Emergency Nursing Assessment, B. Dowell, Barb Walsh, Emergency Nursing Tiage, M. Roper, K. Racette, Lorna Ann Allen, and admitting physician Dr. Sheldon Zipurski. Once again, I explained the series of outlines in this blog the best he could to each of them. Cumulatively, their own notes for St. Paul's Hospital contradict Dr. Mellisa Jane Fahy's own Medical Certificate. Finally, admitting physicians Dr. Kirk Hollohan and Dr. Sheldon Zipurski are not offered the chance to sign the Medical Certificate even though they have almost all the contact with I in the Emergency Admission section under the Mental Health Act.
In St. Paul's Hospital I is moved from locked area in the South Psychiatric Ward from Emergency. It is now 21:00 hours and I is introduced to the Psychiatric Nurse K Racette. While he tries to explain what happened once again leading to 910 Victoria Drive I comes to a sad realization. The VPD would not go with the gun amnesty, and they would cover up what happened at 910 Victoria Drive to keep their evidence. They were saying he was crazy. The wouldn't check the phone call. They knew very well how they got their evidence through the home invasion. It was one of their biggest busts ever, and they would not give up their bust. The hospital would not investigate his allegations because they simply do not verify the events surrounding a police report. The Vancouver Police Department was just putting him on ice, and they would not give up their informant even if the Clan from Clavet were willing to kill people. I talked with K Racette convincingly while he considered what the VPD was doing that night. While she took her notes, he realized that no one was going to believe him. They would never see the female police officers statement on Britannia Street. Besides, why should they care about someone trying to kill the Hell's Angels, the Cartel, and I. I had lost. She was lost. Could you understand this blog in few moments?
I became a forced resident of St. Paul's Hospital Acute Care Inpatient Ward known as the 2 East Psychiatric Ward. According to St. Paul's Hospital "This program encompasses the Comox Unit, jointly managed with the St. Paul's Emergency Department, as well as an Acute Care Inpatient ward, 2 East. The focus here is on appropriate and safe assessment of psychiatric emergencies, along with short-stay, crisis-intervention management of a variety of patients." I was signed off as Criminally Insane from the Vancouver Police Department, the Ambulance Crew Report, Emergencies'Assessment, Dr. Andrew Carl Stager's Certificate, and Dr. Mellisa Jane Fahy's Certificate. The treatment began in the Acute Care Inpatient Psychiatric Ward with each day detailed on Progress Reports. May 28th began with St. Paul's Hospital continuing from the Vancouver Police Department and the Ambulance Crew Report.
One of the first things accomplished was a CT Scan (Computerized Axial Tomography or CAT Scan) procedure on my brain on May 28th 1998. From the notes in the Progress Report, I took the procedure with a sense of humour, as I thought this would prove my explanation of events. The results for Doctor K. G. Hollohan by M. Grymaloski M.D. Radiologist would show that "the right lateral ventricle is slightly larger than the left but this is considered to be within normal limits". The diagnosis was CT Head Without Contrast. For now those of you without a medical degree, "without contrast" means it's a normal Computerized Axial Tomography or CAT Scan. The "Intra cranial structures are otherwise normal for the patient's age." I assumed this would be the end of the story, and the shotgun should be considered under the gun amnesty. I repeatedly kept telling the same story.
The Progress Report shows pages 5 - 9 show that I was able to get the story straight in certain people at St. Paul's Hospital. Their notes match this outline regarding The Note and the Home Invasion. I explained the events at the Lamplighter Pub in Vancouver, and he explained how difficult the Toronto Trip became as he travelled. I explained my concerns about the man talking to Paul while he and David were on the balcony. I explained my involvement in the software project, and I would be travelling to Saskatchewan and Russia in the future. I explained briefly what is detailed in these outlines to Dr. Mellisa Jane Fahy. She now notes that I called the Vancouver Police Department to Britannia Centre in contrast to her Medical Certificate. She had now contacted the Vancouver Police Department to confirm that charges were laid in her notes on page 9, and she considers I to have a "Probable Delusional Disorder". I kept telling the same story!
I continued the admitting procedure at the 2 East Psychiatric ward against my will. I decided he might as well work. I requested permission to bring a computer, and Bob arrived with a cart full of computers from 910 Victoria Drive. I set up my computers in my room, however they were taken away once the hospital staff understood the scale of a computer on page 10 of the Progress Report. The hospital staff at the Acute Care Inpatient Ward confuse David with Bob as he returns to take the computers out. Meanwhile, I is "polite, oriented, w / good eye contact, & showing appropriate responses." On page 11 of the Progress Report he is "logical and cohesive" while I once again covers the main points of this outline at the end of May 28 th.
May 29th begins on page 11 of the Progress Report with what becomes a daily event of just explaining what brought I to the Britannia Policing Centre. David and Bob had already decided that I would not be returning to the apartment at 910 Victoria Drive. They were going to find him a new place. Their position in all of this may very well be summarized by their actions at this point in time. On May 30 th, I is described as "open and approachable" by Acute Care Inpatient nurses on the 2 East Psychiatric Ward on page 12 of the Progress Report. Finally, on May 31 ST, I is described as "sociable, thought processes good, and approachable" by Psychiatric Ward nurses. On May 31 st Dr. Ken Shulman finds I to be "very psychotic" with a "paranoid delusional system" on page 14 of the Progress Report. I allows I access to a laptop computer, and he does not believe that the threat is real.
June 1st has me continuing to explain the same story, as I was moved to a less secure 2 North Psychiatric Ward in Progress Record pages 18 - 20, and he maintains his story over with new staff. June 2nd has Rohel meeting Dr. Hollander where he maintains his story. The nursing staff at 2 North Psychiatric Ward has only one complaint regarding I in groups and meetings. I is "over inclusive" in details regarding the series of events in the Progress Report on page 21. I wonders why that would be a sign of mental illness. These details such as the call at 910 Victoria Drive. The phone records. The call can easily be traced to have occurred. The location of the cell phone can be easily located to the sidewalk outside the house at 910 Victoria Drive. The owner of the phone can be traced. There is plenty of proof and corroborating evidence. Obviously, the doctors and staff were not interested in the truth. Then, neither was the Vancouver Police Department. They had their evidence.
June 2nd has I into a routine of computer work, television, group meetings, and sticking to his story. Now, I was "over inclusive" in my explanation of events in my "delusion", and on June 3 rd he was forced to start taking an addictive lorazepam (Ativan) to help him fall asleep on page 22 of the Progress Report. I suffered from headaches because he was denied coffee in the 2 North Psychiatric Ward, and he remained consistent in group that he did not require medication. On June 3 rd he remained "pleasant and appropriate on frequent superficial contacts" with "no evidence of though disorder" on page 23 of the Progress Report. I went to sleep thinking that the Hells Angels and the Cartel would have to understand informants were not defending themselves with sawed off shotguns. Would they figure out what was going on?
June 3rd - 8th, I into a routine of computer work, television, group meetings, and sticking to his story in pages 22 - 28. The Progress Report has my meeting with Dr. Hollander on Page 24, and he maintains the original diagnosis. I maintain my story, and Dr. Hollander increases the amount of risperidone rather than confirm the arresting officers information. I tried to view his chart, and Dr. Hollander was aware of my request. I complained the medication effected my work on the notebook, and I requested all my computers, again. I continue to "claim my story is based on fact", and I spend "most of his time with computer in room". Finally, I has a "self directed day, pleasant, and bright on approach", and he is "relaxed in manner" as he orders in pizza to the 2 North Psychiatric Ward.
June 9 - 10 continues with the routine of computer work, play off hockey, group meetings, and sticking to his story in pages 28 - 31 of the Progress Report. The ward nurses noted that I would like to see my records", and they go on to note that I believes if "we and or the police were to investigate we would find out the truth about his story". I is told to consult with Informational Services regarding access to his files. Dr. Hollander spoke with Crown Prosecutor Patty Stuart (hospital spelling) regarding pending charges, and Dr. Hollander maintains his diagnosis because I stick to my story as it is written in this outline. Meanwhile, I decides he wants a Review Panel, and the nurses notes indicate I reported believing Dr. Hollander is "incompetent"". The notes say "his memory is selective re information around his hospitalization". The notes go on to suggest Dr. Hollander must be competent because Dr. Fahy, Dr. Wixon, Dr Shulman, Dr. Kang, Dr. Stager, and Dr, Wiseman saw Rohel. I knew not one of them would follow up with the phone record of the call to 910 Victoria drive on May 27 th. The Vancouver Police Department and Patty Stuart (hospital spelling) would not check the phone records, either.
On June 11th, I was sticking to my story in pages 32 - 34 of the Progress Report. I was delusional because I maintained my story as it is laid out in these outlines. Dr. Hollander notes that Patty Stark (hospital spelling) "is proceeding with charges", and a "defence attorney has been arranged for (I) who will meet him prior to court". I was taken to the Vancouver Provincial Courthouse on 222 Main Street in Vancouver by the Vancouver Police Department in handcuffs. Rohel attended court to be charged, and his court appointed lawyer was coincidently Arthur De Meulemeester. This was the same Arthur De Meulemeester which had defended Jimmy The Junkie in 1994 at the Provincial Courthouse. This was the same Arthur De Meulemeester.
I signed the documents with Arthur De Meulemeester at 202 - 119 Pender Street West stating Jimmy the Junkie had not stolen his car. In 1994, Arthur De Meulemeester submitted my signed document to the Vancouver Provincial Court on behalf of the defence of Jimmy the Junkie. It was a stroke of luck in a dark abyss! Arthur De Meulemeester and the Vancouver Provincial Court could verify Jimmy the Junkie and his Crew from the court records. This would verify part of his story! I was returned to St. Paul's Hospital in handcuffs after being charged in Vancouver Provincial Court, and he maintained his routine and story at St. Paul's Hospital. Vancouver Provincial Court could verify his story to the staff at St. Paul's Hospital and Patty Stuart (hospital spelling). In the second ward the meeting with VPD not documented later the hidden screen event not documented I was forced into a series of drugs in the first few days. I had no choice because it was for his own good, of course.
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