About the only person that I agree with in this whole investigation would be Jonathan's father who also must think Jeffrey is a complete asshole. For Jeffrey to have come along, looked at what I'd done, then try to recreate it by putting me and my friends in jail to accomplish what we'd already done is an absolute sham.
My skull is broken for the rest of my life. I will never be able to collect unemployment or disability even though I am disabled. I can't go through a day without a massive migrane headache and the constant reminder from Lori and her friends that Jeffrey helped them get away with it. I have to hear her voice cackling all day and night about how "important" she is and how "smart" she was to go about it the way she and Missy Erickson did. It wasn't smart and it wasn't cute. These two are already involved in my attempted murder at the home of their drug supplier.
The fact that the guy that bought them all the drugs that they live on right at this very moment makes them suspects. They don't seem to realize that. Then they had the foresight to put him in prison for three and a half years after he supplied them for a decade, wasn't the brightest move either. He, apparently, refused to sell the drugs that he bought for them with Jeffrey's stolen money. Hey, he's a drug dealer, he doesn't have to know where the money came from.
Missy, Bessie, Lori and her gang of idiots act like nobody knows that they are drug dealers. That's the biggest joke in Palm Springs. Everyone knows that David the Asshole is a drug dealer/addict. My brother in law told me that Lori was supplying him with drugs prior to his death. She keeps forgetting all the times she opened her mouth to him about me and all the phone calls she made to tattle on me when I was living in Redlands. I haven't forgotten...neither has Mikey.
Lori's left all the earmarks of a drug dealer that turns in others to the police. A billion baggies, syringes, broken pipes and stained clothing don't lie honey. Your life as a drug dealer is very well known. I should know, I helped the person that supplied you. Come on Lori LaFond, you are the worst drug pusher in the history of California, it's how you earned a living.
The dye is cast. The families that I asked for help from didn't because of Missy Erickson. Why she thought she had the right to call up my friends' families and spread lies about me and what I do for a living with this, is absolutely proof positive that she is an accomplice in Lori LaFond's system of torture. There is no other way to look at it. She's the fucking bitch with the nose wrinkle, hair flip, tits hanging out and the runny nose...and usually a pony tail when she's really high.
I was not born so I could live a life of Lori's stories...I lived my life as someone she infected from the time I was 19 after she threw my Dad in jail when I was 11. I did the best I could for as long as I could until I came up with a way to stop her. It took thirty long years and only ten minutes for Missy Erickson's tits to ruin it all again. If you think they're impressive, you might be right, but I've never heard of tits that were worth a life...or my brother in law's life. There are lots of murders and attempted murders being covered up right now not to mention all the false imprisonment and illegal sentences that have been ignored. What I will tell you is this...the reason Bessie, Missy and Dave are here, is to make sure you never find out about them.
How cute.
