Park Police Arrest and letter to attorney

Here are my thoughts I had just gotton to the car  and thought I might just rest sitting in car at dusk and there seemed no rush to leave the parking lot as camp fires were on the beach and apparently a lot of people were still there after Sunset when the beach parking lot close so I wasn't in a rush and I had some good weed with a locas l resident on beach and wanted to wait begor driving when the female officer came out of nowhere ppounding on my window to roll it down and yelled are you drunk very disrespectly while the other young buck officer started searching or lookind in back seat of my SUV and finding an open container that I forgot to.cover before going to the beach and he asked  if it was water and I jokingly said with a grin and a smile yes to see his expression for I was in a good mood except for my disabling pain in my back of which I get disability for and earned credits for my social security when turned sixty five so the two very youg officers male and female when playing sometime of macho sexual tension sinareo in my opion and being together in a payrol car alone together at night is a tempting time for the male to show how tough he was picking on abviously and elderly and disabed man walking to his car with a winnie dog in.my backpack and I must have looked suspicious to them.getting into a classic 1998/99 white Sport II model SUV with crome wheels and a carry top on my car that campers use for storge and in general.my car was fancier then thier patrol car and I have a feeling they wanted the car thinking I couldn't redeem it a great expense and thinking later that.they would pick it up at a police action for most low income    or anchorouts  would have trouble redeeming of which it cost me $750.00 plus $250.00 bail bondsmen and $30 to redeem my show dog from Humane Society and at the unnessary pointing one or two guns to my head and violently yanking me from car for wanting to record the event on my cell phone and of which I did not understand want I was being accused of for an open container is not a crimminal action and obviously they saw or followed me to car and could see that I was not drinking or smoking anything in car and just catching my breath and resting before driving snd collecting thoughts when the should have been on the beach telling people gor instance that the parking lot is closing after sunset but they did not wand sand in thier dress shoes and I was a convient target for them as and excuse for doing thier job of which they apparently were not because I was about to leave anyway and others were still on the beach wherefour or five camp fires were going and as like in Sausalito the poor and homeless and anchorouts are blamed and picked on for job security of which I also have been victimized and above a I was honestly assessing weather I should sit in the car and wait for me to collect my thoughts after some good weed medically speaking some hours earlier of which amounted to sharing a joint and I thought the Golden Gate Park Police thought I was or accusing me of being over the limit or something and I requested many times on way to police station to take me to Marin General for a blood test....to be continued

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Worlds longest poem or sentence attempt by Peter Romanowsky

A poem and longest sentance attempt by Peter Romanowsky...I am full of pain, cold and frustration and the joy of  being alive and in my cold and frozen tears falling on my hands as I write like ice drops hitting from my warm tears hitting my hands as I type plus and the joy and warmth of a blanked over my head in the morning  with the joy and pain of being alive I am warmed from within by a strange warming light that brings frozen tears to my eyes as the joy and holiness of the moment between pleasure and pain collide and   the combination of both help keep me alive and with joy anticipation I face and flood the world with joy for alas it has been a long time since I have felt this way in looking foreward to another day with joy and excitment and anticipation a poem by peter romanowsky and next day today after having a wonderful day and the Ferry Landing with guitar and dog and friends and visions and smoke to ease the tension and pain in lue of costly brownies and drink to wash things down we pray and believe that all th his suffing and joy has a purpose beyound legalistic bounds  or bonds that Jesus freed us to live a life of love and freedom within the bounds of love coupled with justice in a world without love for Heavnly things in lue of earthy pleasures, hedonism and self wills in leu of love and gratefulness for forgiveness and the prayer God to put pure desires in our hearts and the ability to preform things out of pure love and gratefulness and so in pain and cold of a sleepless night of physical pain and cold in the morning that pains the cold wet feet of existance on the rocking waves of pure and powerful energy of the swells and waves that demostrate the power of creation and not to challange the Father's creation and enjoy the swells riding up and down in a digney and cusing the Satanic doubts of the breaking waves in a storm of helpessness in a hurricane force gust of wind we pray not to break loose and fall upon the rocks and loose ones home and savings of decades of precious memories and things of all replacable except original arts and writtings and memories and photos and hard drives and so I awake again in pain and pleasure and mostly pain in the night and cold and safetly and privicy  and no one to bang on the wall and yell turn and where the police rarely interfer on the bay and leave us alone except those anchored on the Sausalito side of the bay channel and so the police there are banning new boats from anchoring but safe and sound on the north side of the channel we bob and sway and fight off our fears of storms and modern day pirates and  some evil and some benign and mostly those considered pirates on the bay are painted with that image and are really keeping out for one another unless someone is strung out of meth and those are potentially the real evil pirates and not those considered and the rest we are pirates for the Lord and His Kingdom fighting the good fight of faith against the real pirates and evil doers and corporate pirates who look down on us with distain from the high ground and hillsides and so we as a mighty little navey of so called pirates we band together as brothers and Bucaneers eating meat when we have too and preparing to take on the hillside corporate pirates in a none violent test of wills to see who will blink first or who will be the first to incite violence against our floating homes and ships on the bay and meanwhile a storm is coming with high wind gusts and we are all tence and thinking how to best meet this next storm after a series of others of in one my ship broke loose and landed on shore at low tide and recovered at great expense by waterftont standards and so we wait.in this quite before the storm and getting ready with my third anchor in case of howling winds beyound our Oddessyus ability to wax our ears against the howing and singing demon Syriens lashing against our ships with the help of the demon of the sea  Neptune and brother of Zues and so we prepare against the demons of the oceans and the feeling that we are surrounded alas  but not gor only one third of the fallen Angels became demons and so the demons of fear and doubt and worry and wet and cold and harships are surrounded by the proverbial two thirds that did not fall and as we silently wait fb or the next storm and while we pray and think about our neighbors and this ships and homes and not wanting to drag or collide in the howling winds and waves and just had a ritual that anchorouts go through and stepping through a skylight and freaked my poor little doggie abd pooped and peed in bed and so we wait for the storm.windand waves a pray thst water does not come howling into the cabin with both  wind a rain for all things happen for good reason if we have faith and on a sunny day fresh air and Sun will come into my home and sanctuary and oh yes things are better then before for I put a carpet roll over the hatch and put anchor chain on top to kept it from blowing off and wow I was so stressed at first in a calm and sort of serene sense and beliving that God had a purpose to make things better, even though I stepped through it, or into it and so far works for the best and needed replacing and such are the trials and tribulations of living on the waters for the Native Americans call the Southern Miwoks and were called the Water People and lived no doubt like we do today on houseboats made of rafts and huts no doubt and this is where Sir Fancis Drake first dropped anchor in Sausalito and made his first contact with the Miwoks who have never seen European or white man in general so we speak of this mornings cold and pain and my heart was blessed with Seeing God's Eye in the morning as though waiting for me to look up from th he wet cold and pain and rottenness of parts of my tome capsule ship as I traven beyond the borders of this life and sail into the past and the future as I dream of travelling to ancient Egypt and presenting Pharo with a pair of dtainless steel side cutting nail clippers but another matter just came up my family his blog has dissapeared on my blogspot site and only God knows what happened to it so much work lost but nothing ever is for God the Father kmows where everything is and besides when ever it shows up again it will be all good and thus forth I shall incorporate family history in this hopefully prophetic poem and thought and thoughts of all the inporyant things in one life being intellectual and spiritial and material is created beyound our human understanding like a worm can understand nucleur physhics and I don't understand what happened to my autobiography and family history short book I wrote and disappeared off my blogspot but God knows where it is and maybe and probably wants me to incorporate this into my longest poem of sentance ever written so to speak and I speak about my  early life in the womb of my mother and father and brother escaping  from the Socialist Paradise and the KGB, as my father was a Red Army officer who defected to Finland and so my story begins with my father on the Russian Finnish front as a University of Moscow student and High School biology teacher who was drafted into the Officer Corps and as my father was on the front line one day as an artillary luetenant just before a battle he became very sleeply....

Poem by Peter Romanowsky

A poem by peter romanowsky...I am full of pain, cold and frustration and the joy of  being alive and in my cold and frozen tears falling on my hands as I write like iceilculs hiting me and the joy and warmth of a blanked over my head in the morning  with the joy and pain of being alive I am warmed from within by a strange warming light that brings frozen tears to my eyes as the joy and holiness of the moment between pleasure and pain collide and   the combination of both help keep me alive and with joy anticipation I face and flood the world with joy for alas it has been a long time since I have felt this way in looking foreward to another day with joy and excitment and anticipation a poem by peter romanowsky  August 21, 2017: Total Solar Eclipse by Sleeping At Last
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Letter th o.my Attorney Ford Greene of San Anselmo

I had a great day on the beach, whales were breaching the bay before and as it got dusk I walked and carried my aging doxie on my back a quarter mile or so the parking lot and I get mistaken for being homeless and possibly robbing car and being disabled I walk hunched over and funny and the police took advantage of the situation and predetermed that I was either drunk or hijacking or robbing  a car of which mine is a classic 1999, sport SUV, with crome rims, fuel injection, rack and pinion steering and better then the car the police in my opinion and just got to the car and was just sitting and resting after a long hike from Little Beach and my back was and is in vertual pain all the time from back breaking work on the waterfront for some twenty years since my wife was forced to leave me after marrying into the Kettenhofen family and giving then three grandchildren by thier treat of disheritance and conervativeship on my wife and so signed over my community property to her and thus making her a sole millionaire, for her father owned the I.C.B. building and other landmarks in Marin and elsewhere and was former supervisior of Marin and knew the judges in my divorce and I would not show up and let her take the children to and survived salvaging and recycling on the waterfront until I was disabled and reached Social Security age with a little bit of disability from the State of California and so sitting in my sport SUV and looking like I didn't belong to such a nice vehicle, when the female cop came up out of the dark with no warning and not noticing them in the lot and started banging on my window and the key was not even in the egnition yet to the best of my memory being almost seventy years old now and the other officer started sear h my car from outside with his flashlight and spotted an open container out of reach in the back that I forgot to cover after making a screw driver in a container of which I didn't even finnish while talking to a local and enjoying the day, the female officer yelled "are you drunk" in a very insulting way like I was shit maybe because I had the longest beard and walked with a limp and doggie in my back pack and then the other officer rudley told me to put my hands on the wheel while they had a flashlight on me and decided to turn on my video phone to document what was happening for I didn't understand and a hell broke loose as guns or a gun was pulled and clicked in my hearing and was dragged out of the SUV and thrown to the ground without asking any questions of which I was trying to be reasonable with them and even joked about the officer asking if it was water of votka and my last words as I hit the ground were "Oh God" and he starting yelling "Roll over, Roll over", like I was a dog to impress his you g female partner no doubt and I never resisted them at all and complied and then he went through my pack and took my medical marijunna and funny, he left the votka in car and said that he was going to tow my car and take my little doggie to, so to speak and all the way to police station they were playing loud rock and roll music and I was yelling for them to turn it off or down and take me to Marin General for a blood test to prove that I was not drunk and they refused and then at the station the man in charge threw me down again, while not resisting but asking what I was being booked for and was told resisting arrest and kept asking the arresting officer "resisting arrest" I don't understand what arrest and on what charge and didn't understand for three days until I looked up the code / interfering with the duty of an officer and meanwhile I was left without medical attention medication and food and without a bed or blanket from the time of booking around eight or nine p.m..till they finnally let me make bail the next day around three in the afternoon, without blanket in a bare cell for a this time and they wouldn't let md make a phone call for attorney of bail in some righteen hours with only a baloney sandwhich towards the end and all the police wouldn't answer any questions.  like how long can one be locked up without a bed, food or medicine or phone call and a female deputy gave me a hand signel "four hours" and nobody would listen to my pleas and while a man was crying for help for hours in another bunkless cell and was ignored until the Grand Jury was about to arrive and they took him to another cell and apparently  shot him up with something, to keep his mouth shut from his pain, until the jury came and I pleaded with them that this place is insane and I haven't even been able to make a phone ca since the night before, or blanket or food or medicine for some eighteen hours, all toll when they came to see the conditions of the jail which was horrible and after, it was a nut house with jaded police and eventually it cost me $750.00 to get my car back and $250.00 fir Aladin Bail Bonds, great lady by the and my exwife vouced for me as I oaid by credit card at the station by phone with the help of one kind officer and my dog cost $30.00 to bail and miraculously they put up $300.00, for my dog to have dental work for she is licensed by the Human Society as and entertainment dog while fund raising for our newly, formed waterfront church in Sausalito after loosing our meeting place at the Senior Center and looking for a new location to meet and having a this on my mind and heart and needed to escape to the peace of the beach and take some time off and also Doug Storms was and still is my co-pastor, untill we find a new meeting place in town or maybe Tennessee Valley Inprovement club, us all time lost fund raising from the trama and ordeal and I couldn't or didn't eat solid food for forty days and nights and only taking liquids and some broth with vegie powder in the evenings, when hunger or heath demanded and my second such fast this past year and partially protesting the horrible food the give yo the inmates, who need real brain food and fresh vegtables and finnally I am an activist minister and C.E.O. of the New Covenant Evangelistic Association, Inc a 501c3 non profit church orginization and Reverand Douglous Storms is Secretary and my grown and Univercity Grad children's mother Becky Romanowsky and member of the Ernest Niles Kettenhofen family and finnally yes I have been arrested before for non violent civil disobidience  and falsly charged with disturbing the peace and never, ever have I fought with or resisted arrest in the past and only be laying down to be carried  away in body bag or chains and leather straps and have no crimminal adult record since eighteen years old and remember Martin Luther King was arrested 29 times for his non violent civil disobedience and I have never struggled with police for that is futile....to be continued by Peter Romanowsky