I'd be lying to you if I told you that I have ever agreed to do something to help Laurie or Brian. Although there are many people that have done "favors" for them, I am definitely not one of them. I have the distinct honor of being the person that they hate the most. Even Steven Frey was told things about this technology and he was the guy not to tell just ahead of me. When the choice came along to fuck over Steven again or me, it was tough, I'm sure, but I won again. Laurie knows that for the longest time she's been telling everyone how friendly she was with Steve, but the truth is that she spent the better part of the last two decades fucking him over.
Once, I'd been chased from San Diego to here in the desert, Laurie finally had the chance to use her "perfect system of torture" on the person she'd always wanted to the most, me. Lucky me, huh? At first I was surprised by the level of incompetency of the gay community here to deal with this problem. Palm Springs Gay Community, including the Mayor and the City Manger are both gay...but this problem has existed for thirty years and neither of them has ever heard of it? I find that hard to believe. I knew about it in San Diego. I knew that there was a girl drug dealer that was wreaking havoc on the gay community with the police helping her. Everyone knew it.
That the girl turned out to be whom it is, isn't a surprise to me. Deep down inside, I knew she was capable of this kind of hate, I've known it from the 7th grade. There's just something about the way she presents her evil side; brash, violent, looking for attention, that made me know that she was the perfect person to have started all of this gang stalking in the first place with me.
I think it is really a sad commentary on the quality of some of my friendships over the years that some of the closest friends that I've had heard from this girl and yet, I never heard a word from them about it. I'm not the kind of person that hears shit talked about any of my friends without letting them know that it was said and whom said it along with the context. It's really hard to grasp that so many were told so much and I never found out whom was behind all of this. Certainly Laurie took full advantage of knowing the dirtiest parts of my life that she wasn't a part of, but the lies became so much fantasy created from my reality. You would have thought I was as dumb as she is. I'm not. I'm a college post graduate with a degree and I've worked for one or two of the most respected members of the federal judiciary. I was by no means a fuck up. Laurie, however, not so much.
I can't believe that Brian was able to convince a thousand people to follow me in San Diego while I was doing this job. I was being followed for a very long time and none of these people saw me going to work, Monday through Friday? They didn't see me going to the gym every day and running at the beach? What must this pair of siblings have told them? It must have been something horrible. What did they do to my friends down there too? When it comes to wrecking my life, they are just as responsible as Brian and Laurie if they don't come forward now.
The concept that both Laurie and Brian LaBullshit play is that they've known me and my family their whole lives. ABSOLUTELY NOT TRUE. Brian has never met me in person and I didn't even know he existed. My existence to him was a fantasy made up by his little sister to make him think that I was a jerk. Beyond that, he knew that she was lying and after 30 years knew that what he was doing was just to continue the lie they had perpetrated for so long. Laurie's fantasies about my life are based on nothing more than some high school girl's fantasy that I took away all the girls that were pretty from her. That's hardly the truth. First and foremost, I'm gay. I didn't take anyone away from anyone. Laurie fantasizes that my friends are somehow her friends and that I am taking them away from her. That's the kind of thinking that I don't understand. How could I take my own friends away from someone that says she doesn't know any of them on papers filed with the court??? She's beyond help.
Her brother isn't any better. His psychological fantasies about having one of my friends sleep with him are world famous. He acted like my boyfriend in San Diego was interested in him because Brian used some other man's profile to chat with him online. My then boyfriend had no idea whom he was really talking to. The fantasy is that Brian was somehow jilted by my boyfriend for me. What I can't understand is how in the Hell either of them is going to justify any of this when they've got handwritten notes about everyone I know?
The terror that I wrote about in my diaries is so specific and long. I am clearly not understanding why anyone would have put that much effort into watching me night and day, but I do know someone that does now. Laurie. She has to know every single thing that I do, whom I talk to and what I am doing. She can never make up her mind either. She wants me to go places and meet people one minute then two seconds later she is jealous and hateful if I do. She's an absolute disaster. Her family needs to know that there isn't a single person that told her anything about me...she found out about me by stalking me with this technology, after all, if you know what I am thinking since 1987, why would you really need other people other than to try to scare or harm me? You wouldn't. She has been trying to physically harm me since I was 11 years old. Either by herself or through other people. I don't understand what she gets out of that, but I do know she hasn't stopped yet.
She has some freaky idea that my own sister wanted her to spy on me so she did it with her blessing. First of all, that isn't legal. Second, I love my sister and I know that if she knew how Laurie found out what she did, she would be very angry about it. Third, nobody has the right to give someone else permission to stalk someone. Nobody.
I exist in Laurie and Brian's sociopath fantasy world, but live in the real world. Nobody really knows what it is like inside my head fighting a criminal that is tearing my thoughts to pieces while I present a calm exterior. I have to look competent and have to fight her hate every minute of the day. I also have to be mindful that if I tell my parents or sister what she has done, that they might not react in the best way. It is hard to know the things I do and act like it's just another ordinary day. I've been doing this for most of my adult life, however, embarrassed that someone is following me like a sick schoolgirl who can't take a hint. I'm not interested in you. I'm not interested in your brother. It is YOU that is INTERESTED IN ME. I'd no sooner talk to you or have a confrontation than admit that I'd work for you. I have no interest in fooling anyone. That's you. I live my life in so much fear every single day that it has become normal. That's a lot of tension for one man.
That the girl turned out to be whom it is, isn't a surprise to me. Deep down inside, I knew she was capable of this kind of hate, I've known it from the 7th grade. There's just something about the way she presents her evil side; brash, violent, looking for attention, that made me know that she was the perfect person to have started all of this gang stalking in the first place with me.
I think it is really a sad commentary on the quality of some of my friendships over the years that some of the closest friends that I've had heard from this girl and yet, I never heard a word from them about it. I'm not the kind of person that hears shit talked about any of my friends without letting them know that it was said and whom said it along with the context. It's really hard to grasp that so many were told so much and I never found out whom was behind all of this. Certainly Laurie took full advantage of knowing the dirtiest parts of my life that she wasn't a part of, but the lies became so much fantasy created from my reality. You would have thought I was as dumb as she is. I'm not. I'm a college post graduate with a degree and I've worked for one or two of the most respected members of the federal judiciary. I was by no means a fuck up. Laurie, however, not so much.
I can't believe that Brian was able to convince a thousand people to follow me in San Diego while I was doing this job. I was being followed for a very long time and none of these people saw me going to work, Monday through Friday? They didn't see me going to the gym every day and running at the beach? What must this pair of siblings have told them? It must have been something horrible. What did they do to my friends down there too? When it comes to wrecking my life, they are just as responsible as Brian and Laurie if they don't come forward now.
The concept that both Laurie and Brian LaBullshit play is that they've known me and my family their whole lives. ABSOLUTELY NOT TRUE. Brian has never met me in person and I didn't even know he existed. My existence to him was a fantasy made up by his little sister to make him think that I was a jerk. Beyond that, he knew that she was lying and after 30 years knew that what he was doing was just to continue the lie they had perpetrated for so long. Laurie's fantasies about my life are based on nothing more than some high school girl's fantasy that I took away all the girls that were pretty from her. That's hardly the truth. First and foremost, I'm gay. I didn't take anyone away from anyone. Laurie fantasizes that my friends are somehow her friends and that I am taking them away from her. That's the kind of thinking that I don't understand. How could I take my own friends away from someone that says she doesn't know any of them on papers filed with the court??? She's beyond help.
Her brother isn't any better. His psychological fantasies about having one of my friends sleep with him are world famous. He acted like my boyfriend in San Diego was interested in him because Brian used some other man's profile to chat with him online. My then boyfriend had no idea whom he was really talking to. The fantasy is that Brian was somehow jilted by my boyfriend for me. What I can't understand is how in the Hell either of them is going to justify any of this when they've got handwritten notes about everyone I know?
The terror that I wrote about in my diaries is so specific and long. I am clearly not understanding why anyone would have put that much effort into watching me night and day, but I do know someone that does now. Laurie. She has to know every single thing that I do, whom I talk to and what I am doing. She can never make up her mind either. She wants me to go places and meet people one minute then two seconds later she is jealous and hateful if I do. She's an absolute disaster. Her family needs to know that there isn't a single person that told her anything about me...she found out about me by stalking me with this technology, after all, if you know what I am thinking since 1987, why would you really need other people other than to try to scare or harm me? You wouldn't. She has been trying to physically harm me since I was 11 years old. Either by herself or through other people. I don't understand what she gets out of that, but I do know she hasn't stopped yet.
She has some freaky idea that my own sister wanted her to spy on me so she did it with her blessing. First of all, that isn't legal. Second, I love my sister and I know that if she knew how Laurie found out what she did, she would be very angry about it. Third, nobody has the right to give someone else permission to stalk someone. Nobody.
I exist in Laurie and Brian's sociopath fantasy world, but live in the real world. Nobody really knows what it is like inside my head fighting a criminal that is tearing my thoughts to pieces while I present a calm exterior. I have to look competent and have to fight her hate every minute of the day. I also have to be mindful that if I tell my parents or sister what she has done, that they might not react in the best way. It is hard to know the things I do and act like it's just another ordinary day. I've been doing this for most of my adult life, however, embarrassed that someone is following me like a sick schoolgirl who can't take a hint. I'm not interested in you. I'm not interested in your brother. It is YOU that is INTERESTED IN ME. I'd no sooner talk to you or have a confrontation than admit that I'd work for you. I have no interest in fooling anyone. That's you. I live my life in so much fear every single day that it has become normal. That's a lot of tension for one man.
