There are many entries in the diaries that I wrote about being followed in San Diego by a mass group of people. At the time, I had been followed for many years in college but I had no idea that this would get so bad in San Diego in the years to come. The time spent in between leaving Redlands, California and coming home to Twentynine Palms had the stalking subside.
It was a period of time when I had to make some decisions about what I wanted to do. Oddly enough, I am typing this in the same room that I am sitting in right at this very moment. I made the decision that I was going to move to San Diego and attend a paralegal program at the University of California at San Diego in La Jolla for Legal Assistant Training. In Torrey Pines, I could join an accelerated class through their extension program that would jam pack my training into a few month while I lived in Fashion Valley with a friend of a friend that worked for Gray Cary Ware & Freidenrich. The classes were not far but the work was extensive. I quickly looked up a gay friend of mine that I'd known for a while, Tom and he introduced me to his friend Max and later we all moved into a home in Hillcrest.
I started working for a legal document delivery service or an "attorney service" and I didn't really pay much attention to the people that were still starting to follow me again. I met my friend Ted Currall and began hanging out with him a lot. This is someone that Laurie would later go crazy about in Palm Springs because of his career in porn. He and I remain friends until this day. Slowly I would notice that people were still following me but it wasn't as pronounced as it would later become.
For years I would learn how to file legal documents all over San Diego County from North County to South Bay and from El Cajon to the Federal Court. I would later become the manager for the courts but I wanted to work for the federal court so I would apply once a month every single month until I finally got a call from the front desk manager saying that there was a position after about a year of applying. I got the job the same month my grandfather died. I began working in the file room and was promoted my first month. The second month I was there I was named the Employee of the Month in an office of 250 people...because of the knowledge that I showed filling in for my boss and was asked about what I wanted to do. I told them I wanted in the courtroom and was fast tracked into the courtroom skipping over a ton of people.
I was assigned to the Hon William B. Enright, the fourth or fifth month I was working there and was his courtroom deputy...then worked for a long time with him until he retired. I worked as a relief clerk for every judge in the courthouse until a new magistrate judge was chosen and I was appointed to Hon. Nita L. Stormes and worked with her until the very end when I resigned.
The stalking began when I moved into my own apartment. I began noticing this when I was riding the bus into work and would go over to my friend Kevin's home and would leave seeing a stream of cars following me. There were tons of people following me all the time. I began writing about it in my diaries. I would take the bus to work and immediately there would be so many people staring at me it was strange. It was really uncomfortable. You can tell when people are looking at you. When a bus full of people are staring at you it gets even more strange. They were rude, hateful...mean looking.
Then they started showing up in my courtroom. They would sit there all day sometimes. They would follow me and my friends at lunch. They would sit at Horton Plaza and photograph us. It was so odd. When I would go on runs at lunchtime, apparently there were people sitting along my route taking pictures of me. It got so bad that I got embarrassed. I was aware enough that it literally got to me all the time.
If I went for a drive I could tell they were following me because they would all have license plates with 10-99 Foundation on their cars or American flag stickers on their cars. I even bought one and put it on my car to mock them. I use to stick my middle finger out my window and put it on the top of my car when they would drive by me so that they knew I was watching. I would write about them constantly in my diaries. I bought cameras at my apartment so I could keep an eye on them outside walking around. It was creepy and I was extremely scared.
During the process of my leaving the court after I was shot at by one of the stalkers, my Clerk of Court told me, and I told this to two or three of the attorneys that represented me, Lisa Damiani and Jami Ferrara and I think Kristen Churchill, "I have people watching you everywhere" and I thought, it must have been him that did this to me. Now we have notes that say that Laurie contacted him and told him that she had people following me everywhere and that she would tell him what I was up to. Apparently this was something that he agreed to...Laurie also contacted my lawyer and told her I got a DUI before I even told her. This kind of conduct by the Clerk of Court during this proceeding is highly illegal and I would love to talk to the U.S. Attorney about it. I don't know how many times Laurie talked to him, but she should never have had his approval.
These conversations we have evidence of and we want Laura Duffy to see them. We also have pictures from these individuals that were spying on federal employees of his that were fired or retired under his employ while these individuals spied on them. This kind of behavior is unbecoming of a Clerk of Court. I had a very bad experience with this person, but beyond that, spying on my attorneys is also not a good idea and there were judges and U.S. Attorneys that were also photographed. The worst part is that the courthouse is photographed and there may be messages that request that the front of the building be taken out to distract the people that work there...subsequently that entrance was pipe bombed not much longer after that. This is a terrorist act.
I am concerned that both Laurie and Brian have been involved in the attempted murder of a federal employee and the stalking of them as well as a terrorist attack on a federal building...I am not sure what the evidence will show, but one thing is for certain. I was shot at. There are witnesses to both Laurie and Brian's statements about this crime and they have many pictures from this entire area and these employees and myself. Remember, there is a restraining order by Laurie that says she hasn't known a thing about me since high school yet she was in possession of these items from San Diego, allegedly. Then there are the photographs of her in Sedona, Arizona while I was on vacation there as a police informant.
Now she is living less than a mile from me. Everywhere I go, there she is. I'm a bit concerned.
Over the years Laurie has continued to talk about the employees at the federal courthouse and how she knows who they are. Jami Ferrara and Mike Petrik are two of the people that invited me into their home before I left for a party with some of the people that they worked with. It was a really nice thing but I knew that these people were still following me. They always followed me. Laurie would continue to talk about them for years even when I was locked up in jail. She also would talk about Judge Porter while I was in jail. Laurie likes to imitate these people when she is talking on the microphone. She has pretended to be Mike, Jami and Judge Porter when I was locked up. She has talked about Jeff Ponzio, a U.S. Marshal. The judge that I worked for Nita L. Stormes. She has told me that she has plans to use her Verizon phone computer to call Laura Duffy's wife at home and Bonnie Dumanis' wife at home now that she has learned their names through the computer feeling that her "lesbian to lesbian" connection will cur her some kind of favor with them. I've tried to explain to her that being a lesbian has nothing to do with the kind of quality work that these women do and that being who she is won't do her any good when she deals with these kinds of professionals.
The problem that Laurie has with her big fat mouth is that she doesn't understand that stalking a federal employee that ends with a bullet in his car door is a huge crime. When you then later stalk him to Arizona with his employees after he is involved in a rape case and you file a restraining order pretending to be someone else, you can get yourself into some serious problems with all kinds of federal officials. I still think that this case belongs with the federal government. This girl is a dangerous person. Her brother likes to pretend to be a cop or an FBI agent and he isn't stable. Someone needs to have them in for questioning and end this charade.
