Tuesday, November 20th, 2018 12:05pm

This is the Reason for why I no longer live in Broward County.

January 17th, 2011 No Approximate time.
This wound was the result of 3 and half weeks of being sedated into oblivion. I don't know how I survived, but this is how it ended. I was lying on the floor in a fetal position with gobs of blood around me. I cleaned up the blood but was so exhausted all I could do is use my feet to mop up the blood with a ripped towel. I used paper towels as a gauze and another towel tightened around my head to stop the bleeding. But as soon as I hit the bed I went right back to sleep. On January 22nd I went to Imperial Point Medical Center. I told them I fell but they did not believe me. I held my story and decided to investigate on my own which plunged me into the drug culture of Gay Ft. Lauderdale and police involvement with this nasty routine. Only recently did I come to realize I was among more than 50 other people who went through similar circumstances. I was sexually assaulted several times during the three and half weeks.
I was also taken to what seemed to be the police department. I was carried there under heavy sedation. The small room was dark inside but it looked like a cell, metal bed and metal desk right next to the door.

I have been told I received a letter in the mail regarding this incident, however, during these long weeks of sedation, it was removed after delivery. Apparently, I was supposed to respond but never did, because I never knew about it until recently.

Three years later, because I began to investigate what happened...Brick wall of silence by Law Enforcement. All I have ever seen is the worst of the worst covering for each other to the extent of murder.

Jason was my friend and they tried to get us together just before he vanished into thin air. He was also one of the first people I met and had sex with using drugs (meth). Just before he died, I received several texts from him. He wanted sex, and I told him I would meet him in public first. I also told him he cannot be using. I regret not meeting him prior to moving to Kissimmee. I could have saved his life.

After what happened at 110 SW 20th Ave Apt A. I used drugs mainly to investigate what happened to me. I dove into a very dark world and found out how deeply involved local police are with protecting large scale buyers of meth who are 60 and older.

I loathe meth and I hate what the police are doing to the gay community IN WILTON MANORS, where Loughran has his dirty grubby hands on the whole operation, backed by the SF ICAC...at least that's what I found out.

The following are the results of my personal quest to uncover the truth. NEVER TRUST THE FLPD. THEY ARE THE WORST and contribute to a nationally recognized epidemic of HIV infection due to the risky behaviors that result from using that drug. This is not libel, I'm a first hand eye-witness.

Oct. 2nd, 2014 Charged

October 1st, 2014 Statement to Boca Police Department

Jury Decision on Count II

Jury Decision on Count 1

The only document that never made it into the State's Exhibit against me on Oct. 2nd, 2014

This charge, Writing a Threat To Kill was admitted for dismissal

Motion to Dismiss Writing a Threat to Kill Granted

My letter from Broward Main Jail to Nicole Martell Assistant State Attorney, after Motion to Dismiss was granted.

Keep in mind that all of this time passed without any knowledge of Steven Smith's Statement to the Boca Police Department on October 1st. If I had a copy of the State's Discovery Exhibit you would find that a police officer was sitting outside my back door at the very same time Steven Smith made his Statement

Samsung TV was not listed on the inventory of items seized in the State's Discovery Exhibit. It was fairly new. I'm sure someone stole it.

After shot, TV is missing. What is the little TV monitor across from the refrigerator?

And they still won't leave me alone (Technically)

Jason's Arrest in March 2018 Pg 1

Jason's Arrest in March 2018 Pg 2

Wilton Manors Dispatch

Jason's Toxicology

By the way, this concentration is not nearly enough to cause an overdose. The fentanyl concentration is only half the strength of the strongest trans-dermal patch available. Additionally, 1.5mg of meth isn't worst wasting time on it wouldn't get someone like Jason high. It would be hardly noticed by a novice. He would have needed .25gms. I knew him personally. This is a murder cover up.

Cause of Death Report

Basically, I didn't want to die from the same people.

It was also around the same time, while uploading to my One Drive and Google Drive my room mate had a man over, the premise was sexual. I asked him before I left if he was going to be using drugs. He said no, and then I asked the visitor a few questions, "where are you from" he said him and his partner lived in Lake Worth. As I was leaving I checked out his car, beat up old Pontiac white Sunbird. I went back inside. While they were smoking I went into his bag and scanned in his DL. I disposed of his wallet in a garbage can across the street. All of this happened while I was getting mysterious text messages like the one I received before I found Jason had died. I proceeded to spend the night with my boyfriend John in Wilton Manors, dangerous territory. After sunrise and breakfast, I went to check on my room mate. Passing by the trash bin I threw his wallet into I checked to see if it was there. It had been retrieved. I cautiously entered the front door and there he was the same guy curled up on the couch wearing a leather jock strap and a leather hat, which I found rude and appalling. I proceeded to enter Paul's room, he was clearly knocked out and I immediately notice a full insulin needle propped up on the other bedside table from Paul. I became enraged and walked outside and sat on the chair where we smoked cigarettes. I connected to one of the people, most likely a drug detective, who was texting me the night before. I told him he had 15 minutes to get that person out of my apartment and take his drugs with him or I would burn them outside and call BSO. 14minutes and 58 seconds later he came walking out the door. Paul was awake at that point, but he was delirious. He had no recollection of what happened. He had been sedated.

Here is his Driver's License

I looked him up on Facebook. The only thing that came up was Broward General Hospital

During my research of the activities of the police most likely involved with what happened over the course of the three and half weeks in Oct 2010 to January 17th, 2011, I found an interesting pattern. After August 2011, there were several arrests made by BSO and FLPD of my "Friends and Family". Sometimes, their focus was on the boyfriend or girlfriend of the people closest to me in my life. For example, Benjamin Levine. Benjamin was the partner of my good friend Joseph B. Adcock. They were a couple in Austin TX. I went to visit them in January, 2012. While there for two weeks, I came home one night to an empty apartment. I sat at my laptop and had a glass of wine. It was small round high table for two. I remember standing up and feeling someone behind me. I blacked out. Upon awakening, the wins bottle was over on the kitchen counter, wine was splattered all over the wall and doused my laptop. It was only a month old, a perfectly great laptop, Samsung. After that interaction it was a brick. I woke up on the couch with my feet close together, all of my clothes on and no wine on my clothing. This was intentional, premeditated and cost me $1100.00.

He was arrested by the same person who showed up first at Jason's Death, J. Garcia. I sent and received several emails to Gary Blocker while researching Jason's Death. He declared that J Garcia did indeed work for the WMPD, however, upon searching the Find an Officer database, this was all I could find.

People arrested by BSO or FLPD during that time: my brother, his girlfriend, my ex Thomas, Miguel Martinez and of course Jason Hunt. There are many more, it's hard to explain since never stopped until I left Broward for Kissimmee. He was arrested more than once. So was Michael Rohrs, who for some reason, according to public record was able to have his drug arrests expunged more than once. FL Statutes and Federal ones too only permit this ONE TIME.

I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that there is surveillance of these activities inside my apartment, the physical and sexual assaults. After ten years, I'm beginning to believe that the State of Florida uses Federal prisoners to process evidence involving spectral analysis. They may be in for life. Although, I've been told they can only keep this position for three years, they just keep it because I am gay and it implicates Special Agents and local Law Enforcement: Broward County Drug Task Force, the SF ICAC and perhaps the Miami Fusion Center. This is obstruction of justice and a hate crime. After spending 18 months at the Broward Main Jail, I'm suspect this is one way drugs enter prisons and jails.

Prior to the holidays in 2018 and in the midst of constantly wiping my hard drive to keep it clean, there apps installed I had never heard of, files deleted, dates changed etc., I received this letter from Medicaid. I called the number and the man on the phone said he was a Investigative Detective. I told him that I received a letter with this number on it. I now use it as my password. What the hell?

Thanksgiving Holiday 7:45pm
I recently had to take down my old web site which had a bible's worth of information about the tactics used by law enforcement in Miami-Dade and Broward Counties. They have either a virtual modem or computer attached to my external IP address. They incessantly delete my files, however, I'm very careful about observing my CPU cycles compared to the current running root applications or processes.

They have overtly declared to place on either my laptop or website steganographic images which may or may not contain child pornography. I am doing my very best to eliminate this threat. This is why I am using TIFF's. Although it is possible to use a layered PDF, I will be converting any images to TIFF's except for that which is public information.

Thanksgiving WiFi SSDI's. At this apartment, there are only 4 units...no visitors and two neighbors are out of town. Our Original WiFi Sticker from Spectrum Internet.

About a month ago, I went to the Hart Memorial Library to escape the hacking from my personal modem. When I sat down and scanned for the librarie's wireless, I found this, my original Network SSID from Spectrum which is Mike-John2.4G. Clearly, there is some virtual modem attached to our router at home. The Library is not in range of any signal from our apartment, nor is it the correct SSID in the Library. This is our configuration inside our apartment.

Thanksgiving Holiday 10:20am
Over the last three weeks this 10 year long review has revealed the details I could not remember because I was kept sedated in my apartment for three and a half weeks. During this time I was abducted from my apartment, both times involved the local police. I witnessed them standing outside while I was carried into the parking lot. Because of the overlapping surveillance of everyone listening to me and each other at different locations the last three weekends have been particularly brutal. This past weekend I was told a guy nicknamed Tiny Tim, because he was big and harry was going to shoot me with a bullet outside my apartment here in Kissimmee.

In 2007, at Roger Patrick Cowart’s apartment, I walked in to find him passed out on his desk. I now know he was sedated prior to my arrival. The people in his living room were smoking crystal meth and having a good time. One of them slipped their hand down the back of my pants and stuck his finger on my anus. It burned like hell. Withing 10 -15 minutes I was walked into Patrick’s room, de-clothed and laid on the bed. I remember swirling and profuse sweating. Two people, one Michael Wallace and another stood over me holding me down with their feet. I heard someone say “this is gonna burn like hell, I was unable to move.” Then I felt unimaginable pain. Just before I passed out I saw Patrick walk into and out of the room. He knew these people.

About a week later I saw Michael Wallace entering the Oakland park Publix and asked him for his number. My intent was to get them back together and beat the living shit out of them using ether, starter fluid, from and auto parts store. Clearly they were aware of my plan and I was never able to relocate these people.

I have since been told that he, Michael Wallace, changed his name. Apparently he was either a drug detective or some special agent. He is now 240 pounds, about 6’2” with blue eyes. He shows up on the weekends and very briefly at times during the week. He is the nastiest, most repulsive and hate filled, evil piece of shit I have ever crossed paths with.

In 2011, During the three and a half weeks of sedation I woke up twice feeling the need to go to the bathroom. Once in the shower, a ball came out of my ass and went down the drain. That drain was perpetually clogged ever since. Another time one fell into the toilet. I was shocked. I remember picking it up out of the toilet in complete disbelief. But it was real. I was so groggy I dropped it and by habit flushed it down the toilet. Every time I woke up I remember being so groggy and sleepy I crawled back into bed. I also woke up and watched people enter through Patrick’s apartment and stick a needle in my leg. It knocked me out quickly. I suspect a guy named mike who went by Hung9Blonde@aol.com, or something close, was involved. My memory of this time is becoming more and more clear.

Apparently, several people entered my apartment and raped me. They also used my debit card and stole more than 600 dollars, most likely to buy drugs from Patrick. Today I heard it was closer to 1200 dollars.

The last time I woke up on Jan 18th, I was in a fetal position naked on the floor with a major head wound. I did the best I could to clean up the blood and bandage my head. But I could not stay awake. It took two days to ware off, before I could go to the hospital for a CT scan. I told them I feel, but they did not believe me. I have since been told it was a police baton.

This happened again at least two or three times while I lived at 612 NE 15th St., however, this was a different Mike Same height, more slender and blue eyes. I last saw him in 2018 at Clubhouse II, where Miguel Gonzalez tried to sedate me by the same method most had used before. Lube tainted with a sedative...toxic sludge they call it. He was also at Inn Leather, where I am certain if I had not escaped when I noticed the sedation hitting me I would been found floating upside down, drowned in the pool.

They did not intend for me to survive.

The people who did all of this are the same people involved with Jason Richard Hunt’s murder. He did not commit suicide. I’ve it said he was sedated and moved to that RV at 625 NW 25th St in Wilton Manors.

Friday, November 23rd, 2018 10:30am
Used aircrack-ng to scan for hidden SSID's

Saturday, November 24th, 2018 4:25pm
Today, I contacted the City of Kissimmee Police and asked if I could have my laptop dropped off for a forensic analysis to ensure there are no steganographic files or child pornography. I received a reply not long after. I was directed to contact the department on Monday and ask to speak to a detective, but he didn't think they did forensic analysis at the City of Kissimmee Police Department. It's all my Gmail, which is an open book.

These are the emails I traded with the City of Kissimmee. My intention was to drop off my computer to make sure it was clean, but they do not forensic analysis. I do not feel comfortable going to Osceola County Sheriff's office to have it analyzed. After my experience with BSO, I don't think they would take me seriously, and if they did, I doubt I would get my computer back. I'm on a fixed income and cannot afford to replace my computer every-time this happens. I'm on my third laptop since being released from Broward Main Jail.

Before I moved to Kissimmee, these were the broadcast signals about 30 feet from my bedroom window. It was there for over 6 months.

Hey, William T. Kelly...you're just a little splash in a very big pond...the hat in the pictures below are a souvenir from David Mineo. I never intended to see him again, and I'm glad for it. You were the last to try and knock me out with your sedation. Your intent was to leave and leave me there drifting off into a deep sleep. But I was onto you and ran to Uber...safely and securely avoiding the last attempt in Broward to bring me to that place.

"67 HOURS" = A colonoscopy with me cradled in a sexual circumstance. The dirty business of hate crimes against society are buried underneath Dr. Elie Schochet. This is the face of modern law enforcement. Give the California teacher his job back...at least he told it like it is.

Later this afternoon, I found these to images. I did not create them. They were taken from an old version of my website.. I only have single images. Someone created one image of four separate images. I found them on my backup drive, bu they are not on my computer.

The first image is of one of my favorite mater painter, Kasimir Malevich. It's called White on White. I sent it to my friend. The rest are from Lucky's Market in Oakland Park. I quit using facial unlock on my phone because of this.

This it titled August 5th, 2018. I was in Kissimmee on August 31st. It makes no sense to me, but the photos are very grainy.

I don't know how these files were placed on my external drive. It's my backup drive and I do not have them on my laptop. Additionally, I did not create them.

This another example of electronic harassment. Sometime before I left Oakland Park, I noticed my LG G5 did not look the same, there was a chip on the camera and there was a plastic protective sticker on the bezel that held the internal battery. It was not the same phone.

I does not take a rocket scientist to realize I cannot be in two different locations in Florida at the same time. I have not been to since 2011, when I went on a cruise to Cozumel with my family.

Sunday, November 25th, 2018
Recent Contact by Christine Fowler, the person who was described in Jason's Case as the person who called the police after finding Jason Dead

Login from Tampa

Wednesday, November 28th, 2018 4:00am
Just noticed someone logged into my facebook from Jacksonville, FL. Actually there are several logins from Jacksonville, but this was 8 Hours ago

Wednesday, November 28th, 2018 4:00am
Copy of the letter I sent to Rosenberg and Glasser, PA
Included with the letter is a copy of the text messages sent to Steven Smith, who I thought was Jefferey Jenkins for obvious reasons, a copy of the probable cause affidavit from the FLPD and most importantly the copy of the statement Smith made on October 1st to the Boca Police Department, which I was completely unaware of until July 28th, 2018.

Previous Facebook messages from Ms. Fowler (or Cynthia)

Receipt for Postage to Rosenberg and Glasser, PA

Package Delivery Conformation (this is for FLPD more so than for Rosenberg and Glasser)

Michael Osburn
214 E Drury Ave Apt B
Kissimmee, FL 34744

New Number: (321) 330-6680

Email: ostralis@live.com