Pool. Billiards. 9 Ball. When it comes right down to it, a game of logic and reasoning.
Think about it. If people looked at situations the way pool players look at a billiard table, they would have a much easier time of seeing the logic in a situation rather than the impossible conclusions that they make. It's this ball is the easiest to put into that pocket to set up the next easiest shot. That ball isn't playable and can't be made. That isn't my ball so I won't play it. I don't have a play, so I have to make my opponent's next shot impossible to make. If more people looked at the stories that Laurie told them, then they would see that there was no logical way that the game or story could have gone the way it did. What she knew and when she knew it, didn't make any kind of logical sense. Her family and my friends know that she and I have nothing in common and no friends of mine ever would. What she knew about my life, when she knew it and whom she told it to were all calculated shots that couldn't have happened they way they did.
If you look at the table the way that I am explaining it to you, you can run the table every single time. It is because as difficult as this story is to believe, it makes logical sense. The order, the information, the timing and the manipulations all coming from one place...Laurie's big fat mouth. Nobody ever heard of me complaining about this crime or Laurie, just my diaries. Even those are the next balls on the table. Think about it. If her brother had mutual friends with me, why would they be telling Laurie things about me? She must have been asking, right? Since we don't have mutual friends, then the logical conclusion, as far fetched as it may seem, is the truth that she is spying on me. She tells the court one thing about her knowledge about me but she tells everyone else that she knows everything.
There isn't a single person that I know that would have been in San Diego, relaying information about my life to Laurie. There would have been no reason to do so. They've never heard of her and they never would have. I don't talk about people that I don't like. I didn't have anything to say about her until I was used by the police as an informant to develop information on a case. You never see anything about her until that happens, from me. I have no "obsession" with anyone. I wanted to find out whom raped me and the evidence pointed in a direction that led to her. My family had never heard her name from me, my friends never heard about her, I'd never written about her unless someone else brought her up to me and even then, I said nothing. I didn't have any kind of positive thing to say to anyone that would be her friend...unlike Laurie who has said nothing but hateful things about me for thirty years. Who has time for that kind of negativity? I certainly didn't.
If more people would look at who is educated here? Whom had a career in the law? Who admitted to his drug addiction and sought help? Whom worked since the age of 14? Whom has paid taxes, voted and volunteered? None of these things can be attributed to Laurie, but they are attributes of mine. I have many friends. I have much experience. I don't need to brag. I don't need to tear her down in front of anyone she knows. I simply put forth the information as it is available from things that she has done to herself and her family. I don't think that anyone from high school reads this blog. I am certain that very few, if any, individuals from here are victims. Laurie is going anywhere she thinks that I will be to confront me and show off. That isn't exactly a person "afraid for her life". My reunion? My friend's parent's funerals? My vacation? These things don't add up to a logical conclusion...if you try to play the pool table with logic, you will see whom is obsessed with whom.
I couldn't care less about Laurie and avoid all contact with her. I don't find her to be someone that I would like, tolerate or engage with. She's a hateful person to gay people and she always has been.
