Englewood Church of Christ and Counterpart Mark McDowell - Englewood Colorado

This report is to bring light events and issues long standing and unresolved of abuses and other atrocities committed by and involving the Englewood Church of Christ and their counterpart Mark Mcdowell:

Came to these idiots for help originally because I needed help to change my oil and had no space to work because I was homeless and sleeping in my car. They acted like they were ever so gracious to help me, only to show attitudes towards me that’s inherent in churches like these. Got more help later from them with storage from a guy who went there that was all about how much of a “good Christian he is” and how much he “wanted to help.” His name was Mark McDowell. He also had to say that he was the deacon of the church and didn’t live too far from there. BTK was the deacon of his church. 

I was homeless living in my car and had work that I was doing to get back on my feet and had all of my belongings stuffed into a two seater smart car that I would sleep up-right in almost every night in all weather conditions. I had even been attacked before on certain occasions while sleeping in it. Resources in Dumbver are worthless outside of a food bank if you’re lucky. I used a dilapidated, uninhabitable camper on this guy’s property to store my stuff in while I was sleeping in my car and working to get back on my feet. The camper was so infested with THC, cigarettes and other drugs and was deplorable enough to begin with I seriously chose to sleep in my car while working rather than sleep there. 

I utilized that camper and attended that church for more than a year while receiving “benevolence” from Mark McDowell in the measly form of $20-40 a week. And that was all that I had to get by with at certain times. I would do side jobs for an old professor and also any work that anybody handed out while working to get back on my feet. I wasn’t going to pan handle if I could avoid it and didn’t need much to be able to get by with while I was getting all of my stuff taken care of. I had had a bankruptcy, eviction, student loans and criminal charges I was working on getting cleared. I was also working on a Pardon application for the criminal charges and also had a legislative endorsement from two former state legislators. The Pardon application unfortunately didn’t work out because the Governor’s office likes to pick and choose what they deal with rather than what’s actually needed for people to move on with their lives. 

My car unfortunately ended up breaking down in January of 2020.

And because my car was broken down and I had no place to go, I unfortunately didn’t have a choice but to sleep in that dilapidated, deplorable and completely uninhabitable shithole with all of my stuff and no place to go and no way of getting out. 

This guy would have me come by his house at night if I had asked for extra help because I was either low on cash and couldn’t afford to even buy food or gas. He would act like I was a w***e making a house call. These idiots would act like their service was seriously the greatest thing since sliced bread when they seriously couldn’t even expand their congregation even when they tried. And it wasn’t until after I landed in that camper did the problems truly start. They seriously f***ing reveled in the fact that I had lost my car and therefore my independence and they could now close in on me even further with their worthless f***ing bullshit. 

He used my car breaking down as his opportunity to start in on me basically with what he was wanting to do to me before when I had my car and was still truly independent regardless of benevolence and was ultimately free from his influence and bullshit. I recall the sinister a*s look on his face when I told him that my car was dead. It wasn’t hard to pick up on the quiet jubilation they all had at seeing me lose it. 

And since my car died and I was in his camper, he basically took it as if he had free rein to do whatever he wanted to do. And if I did anything to rebuke him, it was going to mean the streets and only further f***ing abuse. 

The church had said it with a spew of abrasiveness and belligerence that I could stay as long as I needed but yet, it was for only as long as I needed it. 

He would watch me while I was in there working just to see if he could see me changing and to also monitor and more so-control my movements for even sleeping in there in the first place for more than a couple days. I have text messages to show verbatim that the “terms” if you will-were that I could stay as long as I needed. But as to how long that was-was a mystery even after talking with them and explaining just what I was working on and dealing with. They would only continue to try and watch me while I was in that camper working to get my car fixed and to also get help for my situation that was actually going to fix things instead of just bandaging them. I unfortunately ended up having to scrap the car-it was unsalvageable. Add on top of being treated as if just asking for help for even that much was just somehow “too much,” was utter goddamn f***ing insanity inducing. And they had the audacity to act as if they were ever such great people, for scraps. 

I am also a veteran and was applying for benefits and assistance that unfortunately were not moving fast enough to actually be of any help at the time.

I had already been on rental assistance before and had lost my apartment because it was too expensive and the social worker/therapist that I had. That had helped me to retain it. Dropped me as a client claiming she “didn’t have what I needed.” In reprisal because she refused to believe anything that I had ever said as having been through. She had thought that I was lying and was basically a fraud. She also had to tell me that she was going to “hit me in my wallet,” and to “not expect a check.” Among other things. She knew I would end up homeless and actually reveled in it. She even tried harassing me by putting in requests for welfare checks to my apartment shortly just before I ended up homeless. 

And when I would shove it up him and his friends asses for trying to look in on me and watch what I was doing-dirty looks and making sure the windows were covered-they seriously tried to use the f***ing benevolence I was receiving as a means of control and silencing basically to prevent me from “stirring anything up.” 

Trying to make it clear that if I did-I knew what I was going to be getting. His worthless f***ing cohorts would blare their f***ing music literally from 8 o clock in the goddamn morning until 10 o clock at night. They would pittle back and forth to this goddamn f***ing creep about how “she is disrupting our work” and “we want her to leave,” “she will find her way.” This, coming from a f***ing DUI Felon Drunk, dodging child support and his creep a*s assistant who also had a record and would claim to sell bicycles for a living when all he actually did is mooch off of his girlfriend so he doesn’t end up homeless-again. And they would even talk about calling the police on me and act as if it was a joke right in front of me.

This creep would seriously leave food out on the edge of the camper for god knows how long expecting me to eat it and to also show gratitude for it. I even had to f***ing say “thank you,” just too honestly keep the peace. He even had to say, “if she wants to act like a dog shell get treated like one.” I would pee outside and wasn’t even allowed to use their bathroom even if I wanted to use it. I seriously couldn’t even shower because I couldn’t afford it and would even have to go and scout out park bathrooms to find what was open during the winter months just to be able to poop without harassment and would have to split up where I pooped and then washed my hands just because the park bathrooms were not ample enough to make sure your hands were clean at a baseline. 

I would ask for help to go buy water that I could drink and cook with since the camper had a microwave I had cleaned out by hand and he would seriously ask why I wasn’t content to just have “a glass of water.” Water-for crying out loud. I had once even ran into the alley to use a water faucet pipe attached to one of the businesses in order to get water rather than ask. 

It’s near impossible to find a good work space when you’re homeless because everyone looks at you like you’re up to something. The camper may have at least provided electricity in a space that was relatively private when there wasn’t any space but, just having to put up with the level of f***ing s**t I already mentioned. It was only because I was homeless and seriously done and ready to f***ing commit suicide did I find any sense of calm to actually even be able to put up with it. I even have a restraining order against my mother for stalking and harassment that I ended up reporting for trying to threaten me and also, along with my father for trying to get me in trouble with probation while I was going through all of this. All while on probation. 

The idiots at the church as well as the creep a*s idiot’s cohorts would seriously even f***ing taunt me and were f***ing pushing me by seriously talking outside the camper while I was in it-so that way I would hear them and what they would say so that way I “got the message.” They would seriously act as if I was a f***ing w***e or a prostitute saying “she does want it,” “look at her...” At one point he had even turned the whole church to his side to isolate me and had even grazed his hand across my shoulder to show how much power he thought he had. They only ramped up their aggression towards me because I rejected their advances and would continue to just “sit on my a*s,” while I was working to get back on my feet.

This is a conversation that took place over text message from Mark Mcdowell at 5am:  

Me: “Were you just outside the camper? I just saw someone come into the yard and walk up to the camper. They hit the trash can on the way out.” 

Him: “yeah that was me.” 

Me: “were you emptying it?”

Him: “I emptied the trash last night.”

Me: “what were you doing out there?” 

Him: “I had to get something from the garage.” (At 5am?)

BTK would use what his idiot cohorts would feed him as justification to continue to do what they were doing to me. And when he would ask about “how the situation was going,” it was always with a condescending tone meant to convey the message of just how incapable they thought I was and  “when are you leaving?”

They sure as f***ing hell don’t just mean “moving your stuff out.” They wanted me to be beaten down so low as to the point of losing more of what I already had and couldn’t afford to lose just to try and teach me “my place.”  I have a laptop from before I became homeless and they thought I shouldn’t even be able to have that and it should be tossed in the dumpster. And only f***ing taunted me further with how “she’s not going to make it.” While also blaming me for their ever prevalent rat problem in his already gross and infested backyard. Despite the fact that place was seriously its own microbiome of every form of insect, animal and rodent imaginable. Especially the drunk that had a neck so bent he seriously looked like a s*** slathered worm that could only envy ET. 

They would seriously even talk about what they were going to do to my stuff when it came time to start “selling it,” when it came to his deplorable and uninhabitable camper. And just how I was “going to get it.” Just even for staying in there in the first place after my car broke down in January. And I had nowhere to go. And had work to do to honestly even try to get it fixed. As well as handle my other personal stuff that was still keeping me homeless. They had said that “I could stay as long as I needed.” And when July-in 90 degree weather with the Covid lockdown and mass hysteria booming came and I was still there and needing more time and had only asked until the beginning of September. He seriously went off on me about how much it’s “just not possible” and we “have to take it out.” 

Despite having let other people stay in there before for even longer and that had also on been on THC and other f***ing s*** just from the crap that I f***ing cleaned out by hand. While I still had more than a year to go to even get a hearing with SSI for benefits. And even when he hadn’t sold it in all the years he owned it and it was completely uninhabitable before I cleaned out the parts that were seriously tolerable enough to clean out let alone use. He even used my efforts as a means to prop up his “work,” to try and “sell it.” These idiots would seriously even come into the yard just to go into the garage to f***ing turn on their music to a level where they thought I couldn’t hear them talk about how “she isn’t even throwing her s*** out yet.” 

I was only asking until September when the Covid check would come and I could at least get my stuff into a storage unit and just get to someplace else. Only to be told that “he’ll think about it.” When even the f***ing backyard was covered in dog s**t that seriously would make a f***ing junkyard shriek. And was covered in s**t to the point that was all you would smell coming into the yard. And they even had to try to feign that it was me creating the smell.

I would get accosted by the DUI Felon drunk and his cohort when neither of them even worked. And when I ran to the pastor to try to talk to them about just being patient and giving me more time and explained everything that was going on. They seriously f***ing dismissed it and actually wanted to have a receptionist they had there sit nearby just to act as “third party,” to my conversation with them-just simply for asking for more time because they thought I was lying.

I had laid out my reasons for honestly not wanting to leave just yet other than the Covid Check. Even for how unlivable and intolerable the conditions were. It was purely for the purpose of having some sort of housing/shelter and more specifically work space to remain functional and productive despite the situation. As well as any semblance of safety from the streets or outside world. I had a restraining order against a guy that had plans and intentions of raping me in 2015 and had had his friends stalk me around the Englewood area after I was able to get him arrested for assaulting me at Englewood Light Rail Station. I was trying to call the police on him for stalking me before and because I was calling the police and also trying to get photographic evidence of his stalking-he stomped me. I ended up in the hospital with a sprained ankle that was painful to walk on and ended up limping into the ER with. 

And just even telling the pastor this and the obvious reasons for not “going out into the street.” And the f***ing common sense a*s s**t as to why-he had to tell me that  “we’ve heard stories like this all before,” and while that is all “very sad and unfortunate.” “They can only do so much” and that “while it is scary,” “it is something you must do.” Another reason as to why I was so avid in remaining there even despite the conditions outside of just safety, stability and productivity was privacy. Even despite risks, impacts and dangers the homelessness and overall circumstances would end up doing to my health overall as a whole later on. I had been on felony probation at the time and had to report every month where I had been staying and had to give exact locations and whereabouts as to where I had been and when I had been there. My probation officer didn’t know about me staying in that camper. It had been suffocating before with probation while living in my car and having to stay in severe weather shelters at times when the weather was inhospitable. Yet, even as bad as the conditions were; having a space they didn’t know about but were still technically aware of gave me a break and a breather in whatever way it meant to step back, assess and work to regain control of things after being so horrendously raked, dragged and purposefully derailed by that therapist and then the justice system thereafter for her and overall as a whole.  

And this stupid worthless dumbass motherf****** by the name of Tom Walker who was also a former drug and alcohol user had to actually f***ing blame me for all of this saying that BTK “would be more helpful if you just learn to communicate.” As if it already wasn’t f****ing clear enough. And even when I would put it into terms they could understand like “grace,” “patience,” “understanding.” They would seriously only look at me as If I had three heads. And even despite pointing out all of the s**t that I was dealing with and all of the s**t that I was in danger from-and all of the other f***ing crap that was going on. This stupid worthless dumbass motherf***** seriously even had to f***ing play stupid and acted as if he forgot all of the f***ing stuff that I had told him. And pretty much swept it under the rug because it “involved,” labeling a few worthless stupid f***ing sacks of f***ing s**t correctly as they actually are!

He actually even went so far as to dismiss the assault and stalking from my attacker as if it was me and how I “need to communicate.” And how “they would love to help,” but “there is only so much they can give.” And “we have heard stories like this all before.” And even f***ing tried to “introduce me” to the “terrain” of “Coooler-rado (puke).” Acting as if I hadn’t lived here for pretty much my entire life-which he was even aware of. And literally even had to f***ing state trying to move to Coooler-rado (barf) springs while “an option,” is “running away,” and “you can’t fix your problems by running away.” To Colorado Springs. Let’s not even pretend that there was any f***ing sentiment about wanting me stay in the church-especially given everything I’ve already mentioned. He could only go on and on and on about just how “great” BTK and his cohorts were. And pretty much singling me out as being the “cause” for simply being the one willing to speak up.

When the very f***ing creep a*s idiots that trolled the f***ing yard that I was in would seriously even use their f***ing worthless horse s**t to try and f***ing intimidate and f***ing scare me while acting like they’re going to f***ing do something to me. And then this guy seriously even had to tell me about how “other religions wouldn’t be as generous,” and basically trying to etiquette me with how “so forever grateful” I should be. The only decent, kind or even nice anything was the squirrels and rabbits. 

And even more so, he actually even asked me (Tom Walker) “what do you want from me?” Even after I had said at the beginning what I was looking for. Patience. He then had to b***h about  “how much of a conundrum it is to be in these times.” And how “patience,” is just “so much.” When it’s a f***ing camper. In a backyard. This b*****d even actually lied and had actually tried to state that there had actually even been another girl like me before that-that had stayed in that thing before-when it was clear it had actually more likely just been the THC users who had stayed in there for nearly a year smoking and abusing drugs and not having a goddamn f***ing thing done to them for it but the second that I showed up and had asked to use it because I had no other option. It was basically the third degree alongside the fiddlers on the roof and the n**i gestapo that couldn’t start chomping at the bits enough to get at me.

Tom Walker even had the balls to come off as if a drunk, child support dodging DUI felon and his cohort  apparently do “god’s work” with “painting in his garage,” were, somehow, apparently just more of an “asset,” or something compared to me.

When all they actually did was sponge and drink while complaining about the people that these idiots had allowed to use the place that I’m was in long before I had even landed in there. These idiots even seriously disabled the power cord I was relying on at one point when I was staying there during the winter just to harm me further.

As they say, you beat the data long enough it will tell you anything. BTK seriously even had to try to finish it off when I was bringing up the issues of trying to sell it while I was still in it and if they could just wait because-in my own words-  “I know you want me out and I want to leave but I don’t even have anything for a storage unit,” and “hauling that many suitcases isn’t feasible for me” and “they weigh more than fifty pounds a piece and I have eight!” And even for calling them out on it about trying to send me out the door with all of this and Covid raging at the time as well as the dangers to my health and safety. It was basically just doing nothing but beating your head against a wall. 

Homelessness is among one of the most physically stressful things out there especially in a place like Dumbver. I had nearly dropped while standing at certain times over winter months just from illnesses and flus that get passed around taking the bus and other such stuff. And it was only because of the camper and the self-isolating that I was doing that I seriously avoided Covid at its worst form. And these motherf**kers were actually saying all of the s**t already listed above while also wanting to send me out the door with Covid raging and everyone losing their minds in the process of the Covid Lockdowns as if it was just no big deal. Your immune system is automatically weakened just being homeless just because of how stressful and hard the circumstances are atop the lack of sleep you get. 

And they seriously even had to bold face lie saying “No! We don’t want to force you out! We don’t want you thinking that! We just need a time limit on all of this and there’s just so much going on right now and we really don’t.....” When I was already suggesting a deadline. And they seriously had to give me a bag of food and tell me “feel free to share whatever you don’t want with anyone.” When half the s**t in there wouldn’t even feed a small child and even required stuff to be able to cook with. When even the space I was trying to mitigate with them was already such an obvious “conundrum.” 

And even after trying to do some sort resolution with them to mitigate the bullshit they were spewing even telling them “I am only looking to get my check” “I don’t want any drama.” They seriously took this as me trying to “appease them” and “please have mercy” essentially and would actually f***ing act and speak towards me in a tone basically trying to scare and intimidate me basically as if I was the one that was causing all of the problems. When none of the churches in their neighborhood seriously even had anything to do with them and actually cut off exchanges with them even while I was there. And even when I technically had residency and was honestly just trying to avoid having to call the police to intervene for all of the f***ing abuse. 

They also had to come off also as to how “any moment,” “could be my last” essentially. This s**t was severe enough to the point they had me hiding in alleyways behind dumpsters at times to avoid them when they were there and where I could then sneak in to maybe finally be able to get some rest and time alone. I would run out the door at times at the sound of his voice approaching and would censor and time my movements as to when I would get out in the morning and come back in. 

Other times I would hang out on the back working and could seriously only focus on just simply breathing and existing. Their intimidation and abuse were so much to the point that I was sleeping in parks and alleyways some nights and burning through what little money I had just trying to ride the bus or eat when it wasn’t even safe to go back in to get food I had stored in that camper.

 And their response to all of this? Depraved satisfaction. Basically a “yeah mmmhhmm” type of smug satisfaction of causing someone so much f***ing torment and degradation to the point you were better off committing suicide. And it was only the thought of death while in that place that actually kept me calm and collected while dealing with these worthless a*s f*** and all of the rest it. 

While everyone else around would seriously go on about their day as if nothing was wrong and everything was great and he (BTK) was just the greatest thing out there. While I scourged and scrounged for food, peed outside, hid in alleyways, seriously shuffled from one thing to next just even simply trying to get something done. Simply because this worthless piece of s**t and his worthless f***ing cohorts were afraid and that insecure of me working. Regardless of what the work just so happened to be. When these idiots seriously even believe that 36 foot tall men once walked the Earth.

They (BTK and Englewood Church of Christ) deliberately used an ordinance code set in place in Englewood that outlaws people from sleeping in cars and campers as a way to flush out homeless just trying to have a stable place to go to and a place to get by with as a f***ing threat over my head as to what they would do if I so much as even “stepped out of line,” and how I better “watch it.” He (BTK) would even subject me to verbal, mental, social and emotional tirades just even asking for help or for even speaking about literally anything regardless of the context. And would seriously even judge me based on the fact that I had charges on my record despite this a*****e (BTK) actually having three DUIs himself (regardless if it’s from the 70s or any other time) and his “bestie” being a f***ing DUI Felon drunk who couldn’t even get a driver’s license. 

BTK seriously thought that a measly $1200 check from the government was more than enough to go and get a room in Dumbver for three months when the starting rent anymore for rooms is $700 and up. And seriously even suggested that I look into Craigslist to whomever would let me in-despite knowing that I had been nearly raped before more than five years ago while being homeless and doing unfortunately just that out of desperation for housing for basically the same s**t. And this motherf***ing dumbass idiot seriously walked around like he seriously thought he was something special. Hate to tell ya, it’s not a crime to demand, expect and enforce that people treat you with basic f***ing dignity, respect and humanity. Its not f***ing rocket science, its just common sense.

Doesn’t matter how it’s said or not said-it’s the same f***ing s**t at the end of the day. And when it’s my f***ing life on the line, you’re seriously going to f***ing regret ever thinking you had a right to even think you had a right to ever f***ing do that. 

And the catch? I did get the first Covid Check, I just refused to tell them because I knew they were planning to do that.  Who the f**k in their right mind would even seriously even think to say anything when you’re looking at sleeping on a park bench? Nobody in their right f***ing mind wants to sleep on a park bench if they honestly don’t have too. 

Even the other homeless I would interact with at the food bank were seriously envious of the fact of me just even having a space to even speak of. When homelessness is one if not one of the only crowds that would even be willing to accept just how depraved and utterly debilitating f***ing shitholes like that are just to even be able to have a space. Everyone one else BTK even tried to sell it too, didn’t even want to touch the d**n thing. Its pretty bad when it’s only the homeless that want anything to do with something like that. 

Most especially when the dangers to you outside are seriously just as much as the dangers going on to you inside places like that. And honestly, what do you expect when you mistreat people as some form or means to justify your own worthless s**t? What do you seriously expect when you treat people that way? You get what you f***ing deserve.

They at one point even asked if I was gay all because when I was going to their church I owned my car while homeless and would do my own repairs to be able to save my car so I wouldn’t sleep on a park bench. And simply because I didn’t “have somebody,” and didn’t show any “interest” as a “means” to “alleviate” my “situation,” was therefore an alleged “hermaphrodite.” 

The kicker after all of this? I was waiting on my second Covid Check to arrive, sitting at the park working and even after talking to them and trying to work it out for a little bit longer so I wouldn’t end up on a park bench. The pastor, Tom Walker, seriously had the f***ing balls to pass right by me and act as if I wasn’t even there and seriously just proceeded to f***ing act like the obtuse idiot he is. I even seriously ended up having to act all meek and feeble pretty much and essentially cower to these idiots in basically like “oh please have mercy” “I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I’ll just get my check and be on my way,” just to buy a few more weeks in that dilapidated a*s shithole while watching their goddamn f***ing scurvy drunkard asses seriously f***ing lull about the yard picking at their noses and scratching their themselves acting like they are really doing anything when they all do is work on broken lawnmowers and paint water colors and actually have the gull to sneer and f***ing talk about me while Im within ear shot as if I am the one that’s not doing anything.

I never pretended to be doing anything else other than what I was working on while homeless. And yet, it’s somehow such a crime against humanity to be homeless when you’re homeless. All while the church goers would still gather to sing praises to their imaginary pot smoking deity they think could levitate fish in the air and miraculously cure any ailment and only needed a few fish and some bread to feed hundreds of people. These idiots seriously even had their dicks caught in their zipper because they actually had to pay taxes just to remain open. And it’s somehow just doing what’s needed to survive that’s actually the real problem? 

They seriously dismiss any sort of thing you say about your life being at risk from being homeless (especially as a woman) with “there’s resources,” when those f***ing shitholes alone are more infested and f***ing dangerous than taking your chances of basically walking into whoever’s house you happen to be invited into or sleeping outside. So bad it goes without saying and yet they still continue to push. Saying that “it might not be a safe choice but it still is a good choice.” And then look at you expectantly waiting for you to jump at that and “go join it.” All while believing all homelessness is “chosen.” And seriously use the bible as a means to excuse their “shortcomings,” for being such worthless sacks of s**t. 

When this is was seriously about nothing else but wanting to deliberately and purposefully deprive someone of the basic tenements of shelter, heat, safety and stability let alone a place to store food and other such necessities and acting as if living on the street is somehow a more natural form of existence-when it’s not. 

Add in the goddamn f***ing idiot acting like a pregnant mew a*s b***h in heat pissing and spewing about me leaving not even two seconds after I got there and its enough to honestly make you want to f***ing commit suicide while making sure you’re taking that motherf**ker with you. When this idiot had done this s**t more than five times or so with other homeless people. And who knows how many more. 

And after all of this s**t from these idiots, I ended up having to basically “sell it” that I was leaving in a week or so towards September with what I was only getting from pan handling and “finally” got my stuff into storage and “ill be out first thing!” Just to keep this idiot from calling the police-as he and his f***ing creeps were threatening me when they thought I couldn’t hear them. And I actually had to say, “thanks for letting me stay, appreciate all the help!” And this dumbass idiots response? With him thinking he could do no wrong or was holy and untouchable and the greatest patron saint that’s ever lived (Tom Walker)? As if this f***ing dumbass idiot is seriously just that unaware as if he has no clue just what he is doing, has done or is going to do? Him: “You are welcome. If you need some help moving or a mask or something let me know,”(BTK and Tom Walker too by extension). Again, as if he doesn’t know just what the f**k his dumbass was going to do? This idiot would even seriously talk about what he would do if I actually even bothered to post about literally any of it (Tom Walker and BTK). 

Even the pastor I had to ask for assistance in moving my stuff to that storage unit acted as if he had “such a busy schedule,” when it came time to ask for help in getting my stuff out. And how he’ll “let me know.” All because he has a “bible study class” and “so much” to work out. The pastor Tom Walker lives in one of the biggest houses in the neighborhood off of Layton and Sherman. And their part time jockey seriously lives in Greenwood Village with a house even bigger than that.

It’s unfortunate s**t like this is the rule and rarely the exception. 

All of this, just simply for stating the truth. If I was an idiot, I would actually fall for the gaslighting and believe that a  bunch of bible thumpers who refer to you as a dog and other s**t are even kind and nice for providing such things but that would just be a side effect from all of the mental shunting and repetitive abuse. Regardless of what form you are talking about. I was seriously mentally stunted to the point that sitting in the classes with these people would render me inert from even being able to get my head around to making a schedule of stuff I had to take care of on that given day and would be frequently sidetracked every time these idiots would even seriously start in on their discussions.

They also even have a message board outside where they post “inspirational messages,” when its actually nothing but a way to further grind in their insults. “Strive to be the kind of person your dog thinks you are.” That was actually a message they posted to actually further demean me while I slept in that camper and couldn’t even use their restroom-both on that property and at the church outside of “service times.” 

The mistreatment and overall suffering from all of it was to the point that I had seriously flat stopped and didn’t bother let alone try to even take care of myself to the point my hair had become rated down to the root that after I had ended up in that camper and with no where to go. Ended up with me having to sheer my hair off down to the root just to fix and take care of it. 

I don’t f***ing give a s*** if I’m living in the f***ing Ritz Carlton or the sticks, you will not f***ing treat me the way you have because you think a vulnerability I have gives you a right to do whatever the f*** you want. Cause if you do, you are going to f***ing regret even thinking you ever had any f***ing right to even f***ing think to treat me in any way like that ever again.

It’s a simple lesson; if you didn’t want the type of situation that occurred when you told me and said it was okay for me to stay for as long as I needed and all of the other s*** that occurred with helping and assisting me in whatever way it was I needed. Then you shouldn’t have even f***ing offered in the first place. Let alone act as if you were somehow a victim of my “powers of persuasion” that “forced you into helping me.” And how it was just all somehow a grand scheme to “take advantage of you.” And you’re just a “hapless victim” that had “no idea,” “any of this would occur!” And it’s just such a predicament for you! All of that, just simply for a place to stay and something to protect against everything I was dealing with in whatever capacity I could muster.

I ended up running from that place once I was able to get my stuff out to a storage unit. You would call it relief but, was only the start of other insufferable and intolerable states. 

For added reference; Englewood Community Church is located at the corner of Logan and Union in Englewood, Colorado. Mark McDowell’s house is located near the corner of Broadway and Union just behind Quincy Cleaners in Englewood, Colorado. The house is yellow. And is the second house down on the left from Union and Lincoln. 

It should be noted that I left a box of books at that place in a Carquest box of theirs that was thrown out by their counterpart Mark McDowell despite the books though being stolen-were, fully paid for. All in his attempt at “purging” or “cleansing” whatever bullshit he thought he had in an attempt to try to put himself “one step above” despite having a record himself as a former (or current) alcoholic. And I didn’t learn that they had done this until nearly year and a half later when I went back to see if they still had it. The pastor Tom Walker actually had the balls to act as if he didn’t remember or recognize me. Im sure after this post they most definitely won’t have that problem anymore. 

My gift to you Dumbver. There once was a time when you could have been considered an okay place to live. Consider this your sonnet with some rats on it.