I got so tired of not hearing from Christopher that I began doing a background search just to see where in the fuck he is...um...living with David Beach? It's all just a pack of red herrings that Lori and her friends created online to mislead everyone in other directions. This wasn't a problem until 8 or 9 years passed and I didn't hear a word from any of my friends.
Online, Jonathan looks dead. Online, Anthony looks like he lives in Los Angeles. Online Christopher looks like he once lived with his rapist, David Beach. There is so much bullshit that Lori has created in the names of my friends, that it is like looking at a treasure trove of intended lies. It's kind of heartbreaking to think that someone like Lori who can claim on one hand, not to know any of these people in a court filing, and then to see the absolute chaos that she creates in their names online. There isn't anyone more disappointed in the way that this situation was handled more than I am. I had everything in place to do what was necessary. Then came Missy, Bessie and David...and they fucked the whole thing up right in front of the team meant to protect me. They ended up doing the exact opposite. I was, once again, being spied upon from my own friend's home.
What was the stalking to Arizona, with proof, turned into a game of "hide all the pieces"...it makes me very sick to think that all this time has passed and nothing was done to the police department that let a killer go free. What's worse is that the crime was a gay bashing. It shows that our police department supports the beating and infecting of gay men, if Lori and Brian can provide them with drug information. What's worse than that is that most of the arrests came after Lori, herself, sold these men the drugs. Then she calls us "a problem". Since when did the drug dealer and rapist become more important than the victim of a crime. I'll bet that Chief Bryan Reyes isn't losing any sleep over what he knows he did. He gets his salary and gets to go home to his wife and lives his cushy life while I get stuck living with Lori telling me about how she "got away with everything". Then she follows me to Arizona to try it again. What kind of world is this? I had a team of people meant to protect me and they stabbed me in the back and left me for dead.
I won't say that life isn't fair because we all know that there are a lot of people out there battling diseases, disabilities and other problems, the unfair part is HOW MUCH I'VE HAD TO ENDURE AND HOW LONG I'VE HAD TO ENDURE IT. At one point, if this case was done the way it should have been, I would have been working right back where I was happy, but even that wasn't a priority for anyone but me. I tried. Lori involved herself again. She shot at me. Infected me. Raped me. Lied about me. Broke my skull into small pieces. Put my father on trial. Killed my brother in law. Ruined two of my sister's marriages. She stole everything I owned...then two girls and one boy gave my sister back evidence and told her that Lori wasn't behind it. What the fuck?
This isn't justice, it's killing me.
That Bessie Smith, knowing everything that Lori cost me and my family was involved in the latest round of ruining my life and my relationship, makes me want to do something that I can't do. She knew all about what Lori had done...all the stuff above, but when it came time to tell the truth, she lied and made me look like I was the bad guy, again.
It's like I keep thinking that whatever I do to help people turns out to be something else these girls do to keep themselves out of trouble while innocent people are targeted and branded by a police department that thinks "all fags have AIDS and they love to be raped". It's simply not the case. I was raped because I told Lori that I hated that more than anything...two days later she was in that home and beating my head in while I slept. The police chief is also a sadist that thinks that none of us have any kind of life or family that cares about us. If his kid was beaten like me and received no medical care because Lori called the hospital and lied...he would be livid. There is justice for some, but not for me.
What's worse, there is tons of evidence that Lori did this. Pictures, DNA reports, text messages, emails...all of which are as buried as Jeffrey could bury them. Even the police in San Diego aren't allowed to be contacted because he said so. What? What did I ever do to him? I can guarantee you that I never hurt his kid and I never lied to him. I did nothing more than write about the girl that rapes gay men and gives them AIDS. Forgive me Jeffrey, I didn't hurt your fucking kid.
Because some stripper with an attitude came here to waltz into Jeffrey's life and gave him an 8 year lap dance, I'm the one that has to pay for it. I don't want a fucking lap dance from this over the hill Long Beach floozy. I want justice. I don't want to help her friends that fucked my family over a year and a half ago. Am I suppose to feel badly for them? They've ruined enough in my life for Lori. They act like, if they don't know the people they do this to then it doesn't bother them. So how does that work when Bessie Smith shows up and uses her long past and over relationship with my sister to steal money from me? It isn't exactly "staying out of it", it's getting way too involved.
