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I moved here from San Diego, Ca., in April, 1999, and lived under a bridge with Whiskey drinking Jack. (While there as I lay in in shade of tamarisk tree, an alien being outside staring at me. which turned out to be a heron wintering here, magnficent creature.) Jack had an occasional visitor from his old days, who told me, he used to be part of the San Francisco Mafia,unique story, might be true. Passing often on the transit, the Palms Motel with its charming cabins, I knew I wanted to live there, and so rented one of the smallest units, number 8. The pine tree overhanging the door was dying from lack of care(now it is flourishing, at least twice the size and height), there too a tangerine tree and a palm tree. my place is so small that to visit me, you have to stand or sit on the front steps. I slowly moved all the furniture out and reside on the floor, sleeping as well. For some months, I struggled with a fellow tenant, across from my front door, was his back door. He had all night parties, loud music and his entourage of druggies and drunks. The only way to combat him was to call the police. Consider one night, he made a campfire in a high wind that filled my room with smoke. The police, the San Bernardino county sheriff dept. never cited him, even when one day, with his door open, fornicating with damsel, the officer called, interrupted his procedure. It was a nightmare, but I had begun my garden, and I did warrior for it. An elderly local woman was paying his rent, I let it be known in the community, she cut him off, he vacated,( the owner and landowner knew the elderly woman was being victimized, but he took the money anyway, as Elder of the Needles, Ca. 7th Day Adventist Church, he infested them, with himself, Mr. Bravo on August 20, 01, had me served with a three day eviction notice, after all this time, 29 months of paying rent, constructing a beautiful garden in a woodland effect, spending humdreds of dollars of my limited elderly income, publishing for those months a gardening newsletter into the local community, advertising the motel free, he libels and slanders me in his notice. This website will record all the incidents, I had to endure in his stewardship of the historic Palms motel, built in 1928 as housing for railroad workers. How those ghosts must despise him...Jeff Williams, a fellow church member of Bravo's and city councilman, has served me the various court papers. I am forcing the issue into court, so that on public record will be Mr. Bravos secretly rennovating his rental properties without building permits or following code. In FACT, LYING THAT HIS PROPERTIES ARE COMMERCIALLY ZONED< NOT RESIDENTIAL AS HE HAS CERTIFIED THEM, FALSELY ON HIS TAX FORMS!-ISNT MY DYLEXIA AMAZING, I MEANT TO WRITE THE OPPOSITE WHICH IS FACT, MR. BRAVO HAS LISTED HIS TWO DOWNTOWN NEEDLES, CA., MOTELS AS RESIDENTIAL INSTEAD OF HOW THE CITY QUALIFFIES THEM AS COMMERCIAL 2 ZONED!! So far the State of California Franchise Tax Board in Sacramento, Ca., NOR the San Bernardino County officials have pursued his criminality, cheating the tax payers out of monies, owed for years by him. Reported to the city last year (2000) by me, they did nothing, in fact covering it up. Mr. Jeff Williams paricipation is highly suspect. It's obvious, he was involved, within city council to have me arrested to discredit me. Consider this, Bravo is accusing me of keeping utility service persons from entering his property!, gee, we all have phones, they must have snuck in at night..., he has written, that tenants are frightened by me." And "He has a habit of charging up to people in a threatening manner, which is very frightening to experience." I have a doctor (Dr. Boggs, 760-326-3668)who certified my falling feet arches problem, I can hardly walk, much less charge like an animal. He says, " I have threatened him with bodily damage often." Which is a lie, I am a pacifist, I dont practice violence. However, his main worker, Jim Morris, has had the police here many times for accosting me in my garden. But uncharged by corrupt sheriff deputies. Recently, the garden hose was sliced with a knife, and the other day, an Officer Weart came out, because I related how the worker, as I was sitting in a chair, stood paces away, standing like a gun fighter holding what appeared to be a razor knife. Bravo says I have caused water damage to the buildings, the walls are very old and HAVE A FUNGUS CALLED "DESERT ROT." The paint peels because of that, and because he applies cheap paint, REMEMBER, he's done it all NOT following city, nor county nor state code. His worker, Jim Morris is unlicensed, uncertified for construction work. The city is opening itself up, for massive lawsuits, From locals that DID have to get building permits and follow code, which could rob it of federal funding. Last year, Bravo let my old broken shower run for TEN days straight, 24 hours a day, before he fixed it. A black fungus stain still is on the bathroom wall. It is he, that is the damager. I went 14 months without a working air conditioner out of kindness for him. He isnt worth such Christian charity. (Recently, I sent the city mgr. of Needles, Ca., a letter to say, I liked their idea of bringing a wholesale outlet to this city, but would be writing the developers, that since the landlord and his properties in a C2 zone didnt have to get building permits, why do they? The loss of revenue plus lawsuits isnt very smart. But then all these pages are testament to that stupidity. |
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