Is it okay for me to tell all of you how tired I am of having to rebuild my life because of Lori's drug addiction and her need to keep her drug business alive? I've not been involved in anything like she does now for decades. I don't know the people she knows and I certainly do not want anything to do with her. I've researched these kinds of stalkers. All they want to do is enter your life with controversy and make it look like you have something to do with them. I'm telling you all right now, I have never, will never and don't ever want to have anything to do with this person. You won't hear a single person ever tell you that before I was asked, declined, raped/bludgeoned nearly to death, was put in jail for nothing seven or eight times and then met Christopher that I finally gave into the idea of police informant work that I agreed to this job. I don't do anything half assed. Nothing. I was trained to be a witness with years of court experience. That is what they asked for and got. I can't help that my stalker is a sociopath like the world has never seen before.
There are others that she has done this to in the past. Look at Steven Frey's IRS problems and you will know that a person without employment CAN NOT rack up a half million dollars in back unpaid taxes without someone doing this to him. I knew it the second I found the tax lien. Hell, I knew it the second I met him and heard his story. It was way to similar and way too Lori to not have been the same person. I knew he was in the same situation. He may have lied to keep her away, but the problems she created are still there for him for the rest of his life, unless I stop her.
I know Steve Frey. We were brought together for a reason. I'd known him before I moved back to Palm Springs, California and in fact, when I knew him he was doing very well for himself. Working in the field of mortgages with one of the most prominent real estate men in Palm Springs. He had a beautiful home a stone's throw from the apartment that Lori lived in, in Warm Sands, dangerously close to the home where I was infected and implanted. In fact, I was the person that introduced him to Roger, the now infamous guy that I believe Steven blames for having him infected and implanted by Lori and her brother. I knew Roger and I knew that introduction was what sealed his fate many years later. Oddly enough, Roger could almost be Steven Frey's twin brother. They look almost alike and lived in the same apartment complex as Peter DiMartino, one apartment away.
Roger even took me to a home on Treasure Chest in the Cathedral City Cove where Lori has an address from the past. It is how I linked up the implantation and infection from 1987. That was when I was infected with the HIV virus and implanted with this chip. I know she lived there because I have seen the name on a property report bearing her name. I know the time frame of my infection and implantation to be the summer that I was taken there. That is how I am certain that there is opportunity for this crime to be linked to her. We didn't stay in that home long...but long enough for her to know that I was there.
Oddly enough, I've been told that my car license plate CA "KEV BOND" that was stolen in the summer of 1987 has been located in the possession of Lori and her brother with the tag still on it. On the back of it, for id purposes, you will find a piece of masking tape with the name "J. Cisneros" a sorority girl that borrowed the plate and gave it back after they used it for a party during the school year of 1987. In the summer of 1987, I reported the plate stolen from an apartment complex and it wasn't seen until Lori had it again.
The plate wasn't stolen until that summer and not by Janet Cisneros...a friend of mine.
I've had to rebuild my life several times since leaving Redlands. First in San Diego. Then in Palm Springs. Then in Twentynine Palms. Then in Hesperia. Then back in Twentynine Palms...and frankly, now I am sick of it. I have been doing this so long with this girl following me that I've grown tired of all of the problems that she causes. I'm not the kind of person that leaves a job. I've had to do that now so many times because of her that it makes me very angry with her for getting involved every place I go.
You see, I have a drug problem. I sure do. Her name is Lori. She's worse than any addiction I could ever have personally. That kind of addiction you can handle through yourself. Lori's drug addiction spirals out of controls weaved with an obsession that goes down further and further each time she shoves a needle in her arm. That kind of addiction there is no 12-step program for. I can't make her well. I can only keep myself out of her life, which I never entered in the first place. Look at my blood and see who entered who's life. It wasn't me entering her blood stream and causing all of this...not by a long shot.
I don't have friends that know her. I have friends that she forced herself into their lives to get to know. I never knew that anyone would do something like that to get to me. If there was anyone that would, though, it would be this monster. I would be happy to move all the way around to the other half of the world away from her. That would be my preference. She could never handle that. She calls me her "life's work". Do you know how fucking sick that makes me feel? I am nobody's life's work but my own.
Right now she is thinking that she can "do it" better than she "did it" the last time to Steven Frey, or whomever she fucked over the last time. I'm telling you I'm nothing like them. I won't let anyone take from me what I earned as a person that fought for his life. She's been taking from me my whole life, now that there isn't anything left, I need to take care of myself. I've seen survival done before, but when she tells people that she wants my family "to play with", she's asking for more than she bargained for. My family isn't going to let her take advantage of them and I won't let her.
I wouldn't play with her family or anyone else's. That's what a psycho/socio/weirdo says. I don't even know what that means. To her it makes some kind of sense. It has since she was in at least seventh grade or earlier. I know because that's how long she's been playing with mine, unscathed. Now she's old and she's drugged out. I find it interesting that this is her "choice of words" knowing that "playing with my family" is what my end of this case has been about since I was 10 years old. I'm just wondering how many members of her extended family know about it? I know that there are plenty of people from high school that have watched her "play with me" in public at school calling me a "FLAMING FAGGOT" on many occasions! If that is "playing" then I can only surmise that what she did to my father and sister is what she considers, "playing with my family". What she is alleged to have been involved with my brother in law, must have been Disneyland and Magic Mountain all in one! I've heard she has pictures of the "bullethole in my cardoor" ("too bad they missed") and the blood stain left by my deceased brother in law which she characterizes as "beautiful". Is that playing? Bryan Anderson may have some insight into these play dates.
None of this is mentioned in her "workplace violence" restraining order, but it sure seems more violent than saying that I was trying to eliminate her as a suspect and that I'd "heard she was a lesbian now". That's not violent, it's called investigation; and yes, it means I had no idea where she worked so how in the Hell is that "workplace" anything?
Play time is over with this whole stalking of my family. It's time to end this legally.
