This is my "bacon shakin'" artist friend Bret Philpot. In addition to being my absolute favorite artiste, he is also a really terrific guy that figures into this story in a way that almost fits his talent...abstract, scary, cool and thought provoking. He's probably one of the nicest guys in the entire universe and when I get the chance, I'm gonna show the world just how talented he is. (Crossing my fingers that he'll consider the artwork for the book cover when we get to the "HateLisa" hard cover; I'd be lucky to get him!)
I'm going to give this story to all of you as a BONUS POST for being so loyal to our story.
First of all, when I moved back to the area and before I met Christopher, I met Bret online. I thought he was handsome and really sweet. Still do. He was sober and was doing good work for A.A. and I had no idea what an incredible artist he was.
Right after I got my first DUI, something of a "bump and run" situation that I still know was set up by the gang stalkers, I was enrolled in DUI classes in Yucca Valley. I was still using drugs at the time. Let's face it folks, life had become unmanageable with the drugs, the stalking and the constant surveillance...me, being the drug addict that I was, dealt with it by using.
So I was about to attend a DUI class one day after partying...and I was being followed again, right up to the door of the building where the class was. I knew, in my heart, they were going to find out that I was high and I would have been kicked out of the class. I just got those vibes from these people...they think they have the right to tattle tale on everyone...so I sat in my car, outside the building, knowing that if I drove off, I would be arrested. If I went in, I would be arrested. If I stayed there, I would be arrested. So, smartly, I called Bret. I didn't even know him well, just a few phone conversations, but he came and picked me up. He took me to his home/studio and let me talk to him. I was instantly friended by him...something I know will always be there because of that night.
We became friends after that. He thought I was nice and I thought he was a super guy.
I would then go to rehab and get sober moving into my sponsor's home, Ed Johnson, on San Jacinto Way where Bryan Anderson came one night on a Lisa call.
Before that night though, something happened. I wrote it down in my diary and it is well explained but I remembered it and wanted to tell all of you.
While I was sober, I started seeing things, which is common with electronic harassment AND I started hearing the voice of Brian telling me stories about Steven Frey running around and trying to sleep with my friends, which made me mad.
One night, still sober, Brian told me that Steven was sleeping with Bret Philpot in Yucca Valley and I was angry about it. I thought, here is Steven Frey, acting like a friend of mine and trying to be someone else with my good friend Bret. Brian coaxed me into my car and I drove to Bret's home. I don't know how to explain it, but it was kind of like an "initiation thing" again into Steven's World of "police protection".
Brian told me to go to Bret's where I would find Steven in bed with Bret...but that it was all a set up that they knew about...I had to go into Bret's and I would find him. Stupidly, I drove there, there was a car there and I knew Bret left his home open so, according to my instructions from Brian, I went inside and saw Bret...in bed...with a guy....NOT STEVEN! You can't imagine the shame...I was looking like a total psycho and I apologized and left. Bret was upset but was cool about it an asked me to leave. I am sure he thought that I was on drugs, but I wasn't.
The next thing Brian told me was strange, but I want to tell this because of the "murder" I am aware of that a dead body was found near the Joshua Tree National Park...because I was then directed to go to a dirt road on La Contenta and to drive down this road to where Bret use to live...I was to sit there...and wait.
I did...but now I am wondering why. Knowing that not far away are Brian and Laurie and that Jonathan Mendenhall has mentioned "La Contenta Road" before...I am wondering if there is any connection to that killing and the voice of Brian in my head. La Contenta Road is very close to the National Park, in fact, it is a border for it...it is remote and goes a long way away from people. Why was Brian sending me here? Has he been there before? Why.
I write about this experience now because it appears in my diary and now that this story is getting more and more attention, I want to explain, some day, to Bret that I did not use drugs to go to my friend's home...I did it because I was directed to. I also know that Laurie and her friends have contacted both Bret and Reggie McAtee, since then when I briefly lived with Bret to try to lie to them....about me.
These two guys must think I am crazy somewhere inside, but the truth is I am really indebted to them for their devotion to our friendship. Without them I wouldn't probably be alive today. Some day I will make it up to both of them with an explanation and work that I will pay for.
