It took nine full years and a whole lot of negligent behavior, but Jeffrey is finally on the precipice of a dream. It took a whole lot of desensitizing, lots of grooming, a ton of bad advice, isolation of a father from his family, alienation of affection between a father and his son, the complete degradation of my team that was hand picked for this police investigation and a demoralization of witnesses that were lied to and threatened, but the dream is finally coming true for Missy, Jeffrey, Bessie, Marilyn, David and Laurie's "family" as she calls them. When I arrived here, Laurie had fled Palm Springs with little more than what she could escape with from Steven Frey's apartment and some of the stuff she'd stolen from Jeffrey's family, but since, she's been able to steal from my family and hers enough to live in the same home for nine years, thanks to the clandestine financial support of Missy and Jeffrey.
Through funding donations made by bank accounts left eerily close enough for Missy to see and transfer to Laurie, Jeffrey's family was able to funnel enough cash into Laurie's accounts to pay for a home for her to terrorize me for years. Close enough to my own family to strike at will and just across the street from the Sheriff's Department, just like in Palm Springs. Laurie called her trips to the bank, "payday" from Jeffrey....jokingly, but the rumor is that the money was transfered from one of Jeffrey's accounts through her mother's account then out of the ATM machine. How he didn't know about it, who knows or cares at this point. All I know is that nine years has passed and I'm about to go down just like he's been planning.
I'm about three weeks away from hitting the point that Missy and Laurie force every gay man in to in Palm Springs. It's been done to me about six times so far, but I didn't thing it would happen again since the last time, I was awarded my disability through Social Security. Generally that would be enough, but I have a really pushy mother that insists that I work full time...and that fucked things up, then I worked again...and it got fucked up even more....and I am no longer on disability even though I am disabled. I could have been better off with all of this long ago with the injuries from my rape, but as all of you know Missy and Jeffrey sought to cover all of that evidence up too by threatening my informant employees behind my back. Now there is nothing left. I have no income. I have no insurance. I have nothing left. I'm 50 and jobless with a disability and HIV...pretty much it's over.
So in preparation for what's coming...I'm shrinking up my stomach three weeks early. For those of us that have been here before with Laurie, like Jonathan and Anthony, that means prepping. You don't eat much because you won't be eating much. You get your job applications in and done now because gas isn't gonna be happening. You get your indigent insurance taken care of in Palm Springs because you have to find some way to pay for meds, and that's a huge drag. You have to re-apply for Social Security Disability. You need to start canceling all of you utilities. You can't afford what's coming so it's better to shut off now than have the bills you'll get yelled at for not paying. Laurie want's Missy to teach me again what it's like to "be her" so I'm going to start being her right now for Jeffrey. I won't use drugs, of course, and I don't drink, but I'm going to be one fucking bitch on wheels...if I'm going to be Laurie, I'm going TO BE LAURIE! Jeffrey wants me to live like a poor bitch, then he's going to deal with a poor bitch's problems.
Marilyn Katzenberg would never let her own son be like this...but she sure didn't give a fuck about my mom's son and neither did Jonathan's mom or Mrs. Monti or any of the other mothers and I asked them, no, begged them not to let this happen. I begged them not to do this. I didn't let this happen to their kids the last time...and what do you know, the left it up to Missy and Jeffrey, just like I told them not to. I begged and begged and they just couldn't be bothered. This situation is humiliating to me, my family and to everyone that loves me and for Jeffrey and Marilyn to demean me in this way is an absolute disgusting way to treat a gay man that is doing nothing more than saving the lives and finances of his community. I did it for free. Absolutely not one single cent was ever spent on me. Not one penny of anyone's money was ever spent on me. I spent my own money on this investigation and it wasn't cheap.
Jeffrey's friends helped to steal whatever I spent on this investigation to make it as hard as possible on me; breaking into my home, stealing my keys and trying to take every single thing I ever worked on, including evidence, so that nothing could be accomplished. That's not dignified. When you know and find out what can be done to cars and apartments with these keys, like rapes and car accidents (Steve Cornelison and the Marquis Hotel ring any bells police department) you will learn about how awful these girls get. My keys were used to steal a month's worth of HIV meds from me the day we went to Sedona, Arizona...the prescription pills were in Laurie's vacation rental.
The point is this. For years Jeffrey and his friend Missy wanted nothing more than to destroy this project so that I could never be important to anyone. My rape is meaningless to everyone now. My life is meaningless to everyone now. My skull is no longer fractured. My HIV is no longer inside of me. I am no longer a real person. I'm just some person that nobody remember or cares about. Erased. Completely erased. Just like Laurie, a nobody again. Just what Laurie wanted me to be the whole time. Nobody special, right Jeffrey? I worked day and night to become someone that people looked up to. I made myself bulletproof long before Jeffrey came her and he and Missy took off the bulletproof jacket with his money and her lies. Now he's doing this nightly mental battery and assault of my brain where I am lulled to sleep at night then lambasted with hate in the morning...since before Thankgiving. Every single day and night without fail. Up and down, up and down, up and down, like a child being beaten every day when his father gets home from work. It's so regular that the other parents have gotten use to it. "I'll believe it when I see it," they say. That's not the attitude of helpful people. Helpful people say, "You'll never touch that child again, ever!!!" You get involved and you don't let the abuser abuse ever again! You punish the abuser!!
Your not helping by saving your kids with my information and serving me up to my lifetime abuser. You're handing her my family as a reward. Jeffrey is more than willing to give her my family as something to eat. Like some kind of cannibals, these two women eat families because they are empty vessels that chew up families that they don't have. They're cold, calculating, horrific girls. I pointed out to Jeffrey's family that once my family is gone, his is next and he thinks that he can handle it, but he isn't able to handle it now...and he won't be able to handle then either. He's next on the menu and I'm the one that would have stopped it for him. They want his money and he's already in way too deep without my help.
So now he got me out of the way. Bully for all of you that I saved. I'm not impressed with you at all. I gave you what you wanted, your freedom and her real name. The one thing that everyone wanted was the perfect way to stop "Lisa". Look at that "workplace violence" restraining order, it has every single element of the crime that we needed to stop her forever and ever and ever. You wouldn't help me use it. I could easily have used every single word and action to have exposed her as the liar that she is and Bryan Anderson knows it. He knows that it is the perfect weapon against her. He's a coward. He's an absolute coward and so is the police chief who refuses to use the suspect's own words and sworn statements against her in a court of law. I can't believe that there is such ignorance amongst Jeffrey's lawyers that this restraining order hasn't been utilized to it's fullest potential given the gravity of this criminal situation. Some situations require more actions given the implications of terrorist activity than the implications of a billionaire's reputation. There are more lives at stake here than there is significance to his movie career. Unbelievably negligent on the part of his lawyers. There would have been nothing wrong with the pair of them referring that to a district attorney for prosecution and it would not have been a conflict. The safety of the public is far more important in this situation.
There is a tremendous amount of concern that I have for people that will allow this much deception to exist knowing the implication to the legal system. What is known about the "restraining order" situation is this. It was a sham. It was a legal procedure used as a weapon against a police informant and his employee in a situation to stop both of us from doing the job that we were doing for Bryan Anderson with regards to the Steven Frey case. Jonathan, Anthony and myself had specific information regarding the petitioner in that case linking to other alleged crimes in the area and linking to Steven Frey. What transpired is a complete white wash of that information gathering and Bryan knows it. It is a complete attempt to keep me from letting people know what transpired in Sedona, Arizona and whom was there. Jeffrey was made completely aware of that situation and knew of this restraining order...he did nothing about it.
In fact, what transpired after it was issued is an amazing attempt by his friend Missy to put me in jail, gag Jonathan Mendenhall and put Christopher Monti in jail. It is one of the most egregious and aggressive attempts to put all four of us in jail that I've ever seen. Jonathan is dead by Christmas, I have a warrant about that same time, Christopher is jailed by April or May the following year and Anthony completely disappears right after we got back from Sedona. Within one year all four components of my immediate team were either dead, incarcerated, missing or with a warrant for their arrest and none of us were using drugs....just gone. It was a complete extermination of our entire immediate team. During that period, Missy and Bessie, overtook the local team and began getting paid a lot of money from Jeffrey and Marilyn while Bessie got engaged to a millionaire whom involved himself in this case.
From that point forward it was a complete plan to continue to try to hurt me, Jonathan and Anthony while Christopher was in jail. As soon as Christopher was out of jail...he was contacted by Barbara...then Jeffrey and Missy sunk their claws into him and he hasn't been heard from since. Still Anthony, Jonathan and I remain on Jeffrey's hit list of people he wants to hurt. I am the first to go down. I'm sorry to have let you all down. For years I was the most stable and reliable one, but I can only fight so many Lisa's at once without help. Everyone knew that having all three of these girls here at once would be dangerous, but nobody helped me. They've finally broken through. You should have done more. Marilyn proved completely ineffective. Benjamin gave up. Martin got frustrated. Jeffrey squashed everyone else. The team became selfish and Missy took over.
It's nothing short of a miracle that I haven't lost a family member yet. I know that Laurie's family has already had several put in jail. Several have been implanted. Some may have HIV. Her father died. I'm sure they have been robbed. I know we have been robbed. I'm sure money is missing. I'm sure that there are drugs wherever she is living. I'm sure there are needles and plenty of evidence that she robbed Steven's home before she moved here....but do you think that anyone from the PSPD would do anything? Hell no. I lowered their crime rate and they think it's because they're such good police...fuck you dickheads. It's because I pied pipered your fucking crime wave out with me. She followed me like a mouse with cheese because I did my fucking job. Bryan Anderson is just too big of a pussy to do his. Your god damn psycho girlfriend is here trying to kill me dick fuck...do something about it.
So now I'm eating every other day. Looking for a grapefruit tree that I can live off of. I'm hoping that I can find a way to find a job that I can work at. Basically, I'm fucked because the police and you all believed in Jeffrey and Marilyn. Here's a hint: DON'T EVER BELIEVE IN JEFFREY OR MARILYN KATZENBERG FOR ANY FUCKING REASON, EVER! This is the truth. He isn't nice to anyone. She is nice to people, but she isn't nice to me. I lived this experience, I should know. I would never, in my life, trust any member of their family ever again. If you ever have any reason to have anything to do with this family, do not do it. Find anyone else, anybody else, any other way. This is a big massive mistake. You will thank me later. Any man that could possibly know what my story with this girl Laurie is like and do what he has done to my family and think it is a joke, like he does, is obviously the kind of person that should be avoided.
He is what I consider to be the biggest enemy to the gay community I've ever seen.
The other enemy to the gay community is apathy. You haven't noticed it in Palm Springs, but it's happened. The homosexual holocaust; the homocaust. The thinning out of our community. You can see it every single time you go to a Thursday night open market street fair that use to be crowded with everyone. No gays allowed. It's sad. Warm sands...should be renamed Cold sands. There isn't much life anymore. Businesses that started thriving again are dying. The life in Palm Springs Life is gone. You can blame it on the economy or whatever you want, but we all know it was Laurie and the police. The rumors were there for years. "The police don't like the gays." That was the mantra and there were plenty of signs. I tried to help. I tried to explain it. If you look at uncooked numbers you are going to see a huge decline in gay male arrests from the time that I left Palm Springs nine years ago til now...why? Laurie's gone. Before that...there were lots more in the days of Rae Dallas and others, the gays were "easy pickins".
There isn't anything worse than being marginalized and arrest easy, except reduced to unimportant and forgotten. Raped and forgotten is really not something I thought my life story would be about, but Jeffrey makes so many dreams die. I thought once that it would be interesting to work really hard on a project and become successful with it then I realized that success with this project still meant that I would be successful for being raped by a girl. That's not exactly the most "glamorous celebrity" now is it? I still decided it was worth it. Sometimes you have to do something because you know it is more important to tell the truth than it is to succumb to a lie. I guess that wasn't Hollywood's plan, huh? It's not glamorous to admit that some midget girl with a butchy lesbian gay male fantasy has an obsession rape complex for me and lived it out...it isn't. It's worse to think some rich billionaire "got off" on helping her get away with it with her lesbian freak show girlfriend. It makes me sick to think that his own son watched him do it, but some dysfunctional families abuse others instead of one another so that it looks better. This way the marks are on someone else instead of each other. It makes for a better red carpet doesn't it?
You know you see Lyle and Eric Menendez sitting in prison for the murder of their father and mother and think to yourself, why would anyone kill their affluent parents? Then you watch the kind of abuse that Jeffrey puts his family through and you think...geez...maybe it is possible? Gosh I hope not. One thing that I am certain of is this, the mental cruelty suffered by someone that has been raped and not believed by the police, the hospital, their friends, their family or anyone else while other people know that it is true...is excruciatingly painful. To have to hear the voice of your rapist in the years leading up to and every day since that rape, grilling you about it, is emotionally the equivalent of bamboo shoots under your fingernails. To have suffered a brain injury or skull fracture like I know I have and have the mental equivalent of the carpet pulled out from underneath your emotions ever day...by your own rapist is like being stuck in a cage and having her piss on you in terms of humiliation. By far the worst part of it though, is to have been this close to stopping her from ever doing it again and have a little man like Jeffrey come along and help her do it for another ten years with my own boyfriend watching and helping him. It is more than anyone should ever have to bear. Thanks to Missy Pissy...it all came true. If I can ever return the favor to her, her mother and father, her sister and family, I will be more than happy to see them feel what I am feeling tonight! I've begged you to take her away and yet, you leave her here.
What I want for Missy I won't write about or talk about or say to another person. I'm sure you can all imagine how I feel about her. You can rest assured though that I'm a peaceful enough person that it won't ever happen. She's definitely use to people feeling this way about her.
