The Aggravated Stalking, was supposed to have taken place no less than 4 months prior to when I was charged with it on June 21St when I turned myself in. (23) (17) The first thing my new Lawyer said to me was, "you're right they are out to get you" A pretrial was scheduled for the following week, June 28Th 1994. All this really established was that Lupe's girlfriend, Kimberly (Edwards) McLean, was a severely mentally challenged freak, the Judge handling the hearing, George L. Be Gole, was a senile old man being led by the nose by the prosecutor and that Lupe Garcia, the violent, convicted felon, had a gun. (pg.17) Apparently he was allowed to be armed as he was working in the capacity of a Mi. St. police Narcotics officer. Aggravated stalking was a new statue that went into effect in Michigan on January 1St 1994. My Lawyer said it all when he told the court, (16) "This is a statue that is being used, I believe, In a vindictive manner against this defendant. He, apparently, has ticked off somebody in the prosecutor's office". The Honorable Judge binds it over to Circuit court for arraignment. Instead of it going to arraignment some Psychic knows that 71 days into the future the jail Dr. is going to tell me "you had better take the plea-bargain and get your ass to a hospital, your dieing" and writes on the order, to be dismissed per plea negotiation.

     The first 5 days in jail every time a meal was served (stuck through a hole on trays) The person serving them would say "Eldridge" yours is coming and a couple minutes later someone would bring mine. (pg.1) On the 3rd day I started getting diarrhea, by the end of the week I had diarrhea pretty bad with blood in it, within the next 30 days I started getting the dry heaves at the sight of food and pretty much quit eating. I became too week to make it to the visitors area and too week to talk above a whisper, I called my mother and girlfriend and told them not to come to see me anymore. They call my Lawyer and he gets me a plea-bargain, I refuse them all over the next month, the best one being, Plead guilty to Charge #2, Delivery of Vicodin and the Absconding bond, Aggravated Stalking and count #1 delivery of Codeine will be dropped, a $200.00 fine and no more than 30 days community service. At the time I thought I'd rather abide by the Sheriffs promise. By now I can't climb up to the top bunk I'm assigned to, I'm told by the Jailers I'll be charged with disobedience if I lay on the bottom bunk again. I pull my mattress down to the floor and the jailer comes in and throws the mattress out of the cell. Now I don't have any bedding, mattress, towels or cloths just 2 pair of shorts that I wash out and hang over the bunk to dry. The jailer comes in and throws my shorts away. I ask a trustee to call my girlfriend and have her bring me some shorts, she brings them to the jail and is told I can't have them. 

   (23). By now I can't stand or walk on my own and am literally dragged around, after being unresponsive for, I don't know how many days they drag me into the infirmary and the jail Dr. says "you had better take the plea-bargain and get your ass to a hospital, you're dieing". I managed to ask him if he would get hold of my lawyer and tell him, he said he would see that everything would be taken care of. This was about, Sept.5Th, The parole guideline paper says I was convicted of count #1 Delivery of Codeine and Absconding bond, Sept. 7Th 1994, I was in and out of consciousness and have no remembrance of anything but whats on (pg.1) other than the excruciating pain, seeing maggots in my sores and not enough blood in me to bleed from the sores or from a gash on my head where a mop had been thrown at me. The next thing I can remember is the sentencing, 40 days later, Oct. 17Th. It takes two Deputies to drag me to the court room where my Lawyer has to prop me up between him and the stand. The sentencing Judge is the Honorable Kathryn Root. (15) Kathy can clearly see that I can't stand on my own, am trying to remain conscious and my Lawyer has to repeat everything for me because I can't speak above a whimper. I ask my Lawyer to ask her if I can say something, he relays the message and the Diabolical Psycho flat out says NO. The guideline sentence range for the absconding bond was 0 to 6 months. The Honorable Judge Kathryn Root respectfully recommended 32 to 48 months. I'm sure that was out of compassion for me because of the terrible shape in was in her court, she must have thought it would take at least that long for me to be well enough to realize I was alive enough to suffer out the rest of the sentence she recommended run consecutive with it. The actual sentence came to Delivery of Codeine 6-48 months and Absconding 12-48 months. And all I really did was buy a ounce of pot from a state cop, tried getting a rich guy for murder, kept his wife from a long prison term at his hands, tried getting a sheriff for stealing tax payers money and called the prosecutor a crooked bastard. Though I'm still luckier than Scott and Lambert, I'm still alive. The latest threats came just last week, May 13Th. 2009, "Keep adding to the lies on that web site and we guarantee you wont live to finish it".

    Oct.19Th; Two days after Kathy has her fun of kicking a guy while he's down, I'm handcuffed between two other prisoners and dragged to a police car and taken to Jackson Prison. I was in and out of consciousness for several weeks. Here is what I do remember. I find myself lying on the prison floor when a male intake nurse is saying "my god what happened" then he's saying I can't get a reading, get him upstairs. I found out later my Hemoglobin was (4.0) They couldn't get a pulse and my blood pressure was too low to get a reading. The next thing I remember is lying on the floor again and being moved, to a operating stand or something, I hear a mans voice saying "hold on, hold on goddammit", I think there trying to get an I V into me, then I hear a females voice saying, OH! that's gross I'm gonna be sick, I'm sure she was talking about the maggots in my sores, then a mans voice again, "we're losing him get" the next thing I remember is a noise like a rail car and feeling colder than I can describe. I found out later that the sound of a rail car was just that, there's a emergency car on rails that is used to take prisoners to the front gate so ambulances can pick them up to take them to the Jackson City Hospital. Next I remember hearing a helicopter and being moved again. I don't remember anything after that, three or four days later I wake up in the city hospital in intensive care with I V's in me, up by my throat, I can only remember a few days of being conscious in the hospital though I was in it for about 19 days. On one occasion when I was conscious a Dr. and a nurse told me there must be a reason I came back, that I was "actually dead for a few seconds, if we got to you 5 seconds later you wouldn't be seeing or hearing us now". At some time while I was out of it, I was moved to the prison hospital, where several days later I remember waking up on a hospital bed lying on a egg crate foam mattress. I was in the prison hospital for 28 days, then put in a cell in quarantine for 30 days, then put in a minimum security quarters till March 1St 1995 when I was sent home on tether. (About the end of January, 1995, was the first I had seen anyone in 4 months when my mom and girlfriend was allowed to visit

     (pg.1) April, 20Th, 1995; After being released on Tether, the parole officer assigned to me is Charles Sodman, on April 20Th he allows me to go to town to get supplies to start a business, Mobile Mechanics. I went to the local Meijer inc. store and had a hard fall. I had slipped in a small puddle of oil that had ran down the shelf from a plastic container that had been cut into when the carton was put on the shelf, I had a cut on my eye from my glasses and a complete tear of my right rotator cusp muscle. The fall had knocked me out for a while , I woke up with a store manager propping me up on the floor. I asked him to call an ambulance as the pain from the torn muscle was excruciating, he said he could be fired for that and helped me to the cafeteria where I sat for about an hour before I could manage to get out to my car where I sat for about another hour before I could drive. I called Meijers every day to see if they would pay for me to go to the hospital, when finally about two weeks after the fall they agreed to pay up to $200.00 for a hospital visit. In order to see a Doctor I had to go to the county welfare office and sign an agreement that I would pay back all help I got from the state by suing Miejers, inc. I signed the agreement and saw a Dr. that diagnosed me with a head injury, (post traumatic trauma) and a complete tear of my right rotator cusp muscle. I went to several attorneys that told me that Meijers is self insured and it would be next to impossible to hold them responsible. Finally I got a Lawyer in Flint Mi. that got Meijers to give me a $50,000.00 settlement. By the time he got his 33 and 1/3rd percent there wouldn't be enough left to pay back the state. I refused the offer and the Lawyer resigned from the case stating that there was no way Meijer would pay anymore than that and the Judge would never allow it anyway. So the judge, the Honorable Gerald Lostracco OKs the withdraw and while I don't have a lawyer dismisses the case, with prejudice, and orders me to pay Meijers inc. $950.00 for there troubles.

    July the parole officer, Charles Sodman, allows me to go into town to the County Courthouse to look up records, as to dates of sentencing, what I had plead to etc. The person?, Trudy Mills, (*) who is in charge of records, calls the head of the parole office, Mrs. Waldron. Waldron comes down and tells me if I try looking up any records that she will charge me with escape and return me to prison. (*)  Just an idea of what the County Employees are all about,. A creep is now qualified to be a township supervisor as he was fired from the Mi. St. Police for furnishing alcohol and drugs to minors. This guy is Trudy Mills (pg.21) neighbor and is having a hard time getting votes. Trudy's 17 year old son was killed in a car accident while driving drunk, Trudy uses her sons death as an opportunity to put a letter in the local paper to explain that her creepy neighbor didn't have anything to do with her son getting alcohol and he did a good thing by having parties at his house for teenagers and furnishing the alcohol, because they were under his supervision while they were at his house. "It helped, He got elected". All county employees that own a business or rental property can and do have a phone work # for taking care of there privet business's, paid for by the tax-payers. They have these numbers on there business and rental forms.

    Sept. 1St 1995; I'm off tether and on parole. Sept 9Th, I get permission from Sodman to go to Flint Mi. (Genesee County) Where I want to make an appointment with the F.B.I. and see an attorney about suing the the Sadistic Psychos in Shiawassee County. About Sept.14Th. the Sheriffs department picks up (pg.8) Scott Burrow and take him to the Shiawassee County Jail where on Sept.16Th, They murder Scott with a blow to the throat. It's a common blow that all police officers are taught, It makes the throat swell shut and the person dies from the inability to take in oxygen. The Genesee County cops investigate and say that Scott choked to death. Judges, prosecuters, police, NARCS and snitches totally OUT OF CONTROL. (pg.20)