One night before I was an informant for the police but was off drugs and trying to keep the PSPD from arresting me again, I went to Steven Frey's home to talk to him. He was a complete asshole, as he usually was when, Junior and Tracy lied to him before I got there. I had already reported my rape...had been thrown out in the streets because Junior had caused so many problems for me and I tried to sleep in the back of Steven Frey's truck afraid that the Palm Springs Police Department would be on their way over to Steven's like they had so many times before. I was cold, scared, sober and knew I was going to be arrested again.
It couldn't have been 15 minutes later than Ken Frank and his boyfriend Rafe showed up on the property, coming through the front yard of the main house at 2915 E. Baristo Road without a car to tell me to leave. Where did they come from? Well, of course, they were at Remote Neural Central, "The La Palme" Complex next door where Tracy and her father live, within walking distance of Steven's home....the sight of many breakins that I am not responsible for.....they liked being this close because if Steven left they could break in and steal whatever drugs he had....this is the other reason that Ken and Rafe wanted me off of his property....we used to be friends, but once they saw an opportunity to rid me from Steven's friendship that would allow them to steal things like his big screen TV and his sofa from his home....back to my story.
Once they told me to leave...I had no place to go...and this usually means an arrest. I was scared and tired and figured out one thing...the only way I wasn't going to be arrested again would be to stay in front of the police station until sunrise....I figured I couldn't be arrested for sitting there....I wasn't high....and as soon as I got there I was greeted by two police officers that field tested me and saw that I was sober so they left me alone....I had to do this two more times when I was surreptitiously thrown out of a place I was staying because of Tracy and Junior. Talk about sleeping in front of the lion's den....I knew there was no place better to sleep than right in front of the people that hurt me the most...Sgt. Anderson and the rest of them....
Other times Junior or others would have me thrown out of homes in the middle of the night in Hesperia, a punctured brand new tire forced me to sleep in my car three nights in Los Angeles....I slept in garbage bins overnight...all because this was entertainment for these freaks. Mind you, I am a college graduate, well liked and never homeless...this is just the predicament that they put you in....you have no choice and once you are exposed and outside...the race is on to throw you in jail whether you are breaking the law or not. Why else do you think I have been arrested so many times without any convictions?
