You can't believe how odd it is for me at times. Ever Google your own name and see your own name associated with the murder of one of your own friends? Then you find out that someone else that you know may have had some tie to it? Then the guy with the tie to it turns out to be Andrew Cunanan? Then you recall that for many years before Lori LaFond was contacting everyone you knew to talk shit about you? Years and years of stalking by someone that wanted to kill me until she had someone try with a gun one quiet night in San Diego? Then you find out that the person that you saw right after the shooting was being contacted by Brian LaFond?
My life is a crazy true crime story that I am going to try to unravel for you tonight, at least as far as the Cunanan angle is concerned. This one is kind of confusing but to me, it's just all one part of a very long story. Just remember, I'm the good Kevin Bond, not the murderer.
It all started a very long time ago when Lori implanted and infected me with an RFID chip and the AIDS virus. That was in 1987. I was then stalked and followed for many years until I ended up in San Diego, California trying to become a paralegal. As soon as I enrolled at U.C.S.D for paralegal school, the stalking began again. I was constantly being followed by people and had no idea why? These people, now called "cause stalkers" were simply everywhere and I was newly out of the closet, but I'd always associated them with being HIV positive. This result came before I'd ever had sex and I'd never used needles. In fact, how I became positive was a complete mystery to me...and my family. There was the chance that it was a false positive at that time too. Of course, only I knew for sure that I hadn't participated in any kind of sex or drugs so speculation in the mid-1980s was obvious.
Initially, I was introduced to the gay scene by a roommate and by Ted Curral, also known as Kevin Williams, a gay porn superstar that is a really good friend of mine. Ted would take me to expensive parties where he would work as an escort and I was mostly eye candy for wealthy older men. The arrangement was nothing more than, "Be nice to these guys Kevin, they like you!" To this day, I still think the world of Ted and remain friends. It may have been here that I first ran into Andrew Cunanan, but I think it was more likely in the gay bar scene in Hillcrest. A friend of mine owned "Flicks" a video bar that was right next to "California Cuisine".
First of all, without being shady, I want to be clear, I did not ever find Andrew to be as attractive as the reports say. The parties that I attended, Andrew was known mostly as a pest. A loud mouth that drank too much and fancied himself as sort of a "playboy in training". I didn't know what he did, but he introduced himself by telling me all about who I was. I found that to be extremely off-putting and told my friends about it all the time. He knew I worked for the federal court and the Dept of Justice as a courtroom clerk for a federal judge...that was ostentatious enough for Andrew to like me, but not enough to keep him involved. I was also the boyfriend of a military officer named Ashley, who Andrew loved like a good friend. Ashley knew that I wasn't a fan of Andrew's but he was and that was okay.
I should add that the entire time that I was involved with all of this crowd, Lori was watching and trying to find out who all these people were. Someone like Andrew, who I was vocal about not really liking, would have gotten her attention. At the time he was using the fake last name of DaSilva. So I knew him as Andrew DaSilva. Lori loves finding out the names of people I don't like so that she can start a problem. That would be as easy as being invited to a party when the host would say something like, "Make sure you don't mention this to Andrew." I had friends from Texas that told me not to invite him and a doctor in the area that wasn't putting Andrew on any guest list.
It was the running joke among my friends that if we went out to a gay bar that I wasn't really looking to see Andrew. It wasn't that he didn't like me, it was more like he gave me an eerie feeling by knowing more about me than he should have. I found that to be rude and obnoxious along with Andrew's louder than life laughing. My friends would see Andrew in the bar and whisper to me, "Your friend is here." I would see Andrew and say, "Let's go somewhere else, guys." Out of earshot of Andrew, I didn't want to be rude.
In fact, the only time that I saw Andrew's darker side, besides what my instincts were telling me, was when my friend Art had thrown a party at his home and Andrew had not been invited. I remember well, standing outside of Flicks/California Cuisine, being confronted by Andrew asking me why Art had not invited him to this party. It wasn't pretty but I explained to him that although Art and I were good friends, that his guest list was his, not mine to write. This did not sit well with someone like Andrew who got a very angry look on his face. I dismissed it and said I would mention it to Art. I don't remember if I did or not. To say the least, Andrew was not at any of Art's parties after that.
It is notable, however, that Jeff Trail was standing by Andrew's side while we had this conversation. Jeff was rolling his eyes and kind of looking at me like, "I'm sorry Kevin, you know how he is though." Jeff would later become Andrew's first victim in the whole Versace situation. I still remember his face and thinking, "Why do you hang out with this guy?" I kind of felt sorry for Jeff, but this was his friend, just like my boyfriend was, so I never said anything to Jeff. I'm sure others had.
I would like to say now that there is a ton on intermingling that Lori does when she is watching a person and has them mass stalked by strangers. It is my opinion that Lori doesn't know Andrew, just like she doesn't know most of the people that I know, only through her computer screen reading my thoughts. I know that she contacted people like Ashley, my then boyfriend, and I guess it would be possible that she would contact Andrew, but I doubt it. I didn't have his phone number and if I did, I wouldn't have kept it. Though he was friendly with me, I had reservations the whole time. He wasn't attractive to me and this was San Diego, there were tons of much better-looking guys. Okay so I was a bit shallow back then, but it was a good thing in this situation.
It was during this time that I met and knew Lincoln Aston. In fact, I remember well how I was introduced to him and another Kevin...a blonde guy from Iowa that was in the same fraternity as I was. I was a FIJI from U.C. Riverside and he was a FIJI from the University of Iowa. At the time, Kevin was Lincoln's boyfriend. He introduced me and we became friends. Lincoln was a super nice guy that I knew was an architect. Kevin and I were friends for a long time until that relationship soured between him and Lincoln. Kevin may have been an escort, but I always got the impression that Kevin and Lincoln had real feelings for each other. They were both nice men though Kevin much younger than Lincoln. I would hang out with the two of them at bars and people knew us to be friends, as were most people with Lincoln.
Lori thinks that means that I was dangerously promiscuous with the HIV virus that she'd given to me in 1987, not true. I just knew a lot of people in the scene at that time. Lori's fascination with drugs and partying homosexuals is very well known. I will also say that Lori had already implanted someone in the San Diego area, named Chris S., who she was stalking to turn in drug dealers like she was in Palm Springs. Chris knew a lot of people and because Lori was so involved in his own story, he unwillingly put some of his crowd in danger not knowing that his thoughts were monitored. Chris S. and I had many of the same friends. Between myself and Chris S., Brian LaFond and his sister, Lori, put lots of our friends in jail by spying on us.
In May of 1995, my friend Lincoln Aston was murdered. I'd seen him only a few days or so earlier and there were lots of people around. As I've said, people would have known the two of us to be friends. When I found out that the person that killed Lincoln was someone that shared the same name as me, Kevin Bond, I began getting the phone calls. It became such "a thing" that the local news did me the favor of interviewing me so that our friends would know that the Kevin Bond that had beaten Lincoln with an obelisk was not, in fact, me.
When the American Crime Story came out about Andrew, I didn't know that they featured a section on Lincoln, but it didn't really surprise me that Andrew and Lincoln knew each other. I couldn't really see Andrew as someone Lincoln would have hired for sex or even have been friends with. Most of my wealthy friends did not like Andrew around. Then I found out that Andrew allegedly spoke with Kevin Bond, the killer or found Lincoln's body, which I thought was strange but very "Andrew" to take credit for anything newsworthy like that.
I'd just recently had another friend that was killed in Pacific Beach, named Rob Johnson, a boyfriend of my roommate. Oddly enough, I'd eaten with Rob like a day or two prior to his death. Rob was just beginning a job as an apartment manager in Pacific Beach when his dead body was found in his apartment beaten to death with a socket wrench. It was a gruesome scene and very brutal. The theory was that Rob met someone out on the sea wall at night, brought him home, got drunk together, then had sex, but afterward, his guest freaked out and killed him. I'm sure Rob knew Andrew, but I'm not thinking that Andrew killed Robby. Rob was into straight guys, a practice that I warned him about at dinner just before he was killed.
Any connection? I seriously doubt it. Andrew was definitely not Rob's type and vice versa. Who knows, the murder is still unsolved.
It is important to note that during this period I wasn't using any kind of drugs, save marijuana that calmed me down while being followed.
As I have stated before, I was working as a Courtroom Deputy Clerk for a Federal Judge at that time, Hon. William B. Enright and then another judge, Hon. Nita L. Stormes, Magistrate. I didn't comingle any of my gay life with work. In fact, I would estimate that 99% of my time was spent working and working out. There wasn't any reason for anyone to be following me and it was strange that they were. I wrote diaries about it because to talk about it seemed odd to me. I was being followed everywhere I went by people that seemed pissed off at me for something. I chalked it up to homophobia or something like that. It is clear from my diaries I wasn't really sure who or why someone would do something like this. I'd never heard of remote neural monitoring or "gang stalking" so it was just people following me. I noticed that on their cars were the same bumper stickers or license plate frames. The stickers were an American flag and the license plate frames said "11-99 Foundation" which I researched and found out it was a charity for fallen police officer's families. There was a law enforcement connection to my stalkers. Hundreds of cars.
At one point I got so tired of being followed that I bought my own American flag sticker, wrote, "Innocent Until Proven Guilty" and stuck it on my red Honda Civic in protest. I would even slyly stick my middle finger out the window while I drove pretending to use it to bump to the beat of the music I was listening to. Really, I was flipping off the stalkers. I've heard there is a picture of this...it makes me laugh.
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So in April or May of 1997, I was still living with my boyfriend Ashley. My friend Rob had been killed years before as had Lincoln Aston. I was watching the news and a story came on about Jeffrey Trail. Then Andrew's picture came up in association with the picture and murder. The police were looking for Andrew in connection with the murder of Jeff and someone named David Madson. I immediately called Ashley into the room and said, "Look, it's Andrew!!!" The newscaster told what they knew about the murders and Ashley said, "...but Andrew is such a nice guy." I looked at him and said, "Ash, he just killed Jeff, that's the definition of 'not a nice guy'!" I remember that conversation and getting that eerie feeling you get when you find out someone you got a bad vibe from does something horrible.
It was during this period that Ash and I were going to take a trip to Orlando to meet with one of his college friends from Penn State. Her name was Linda. We were both excited and looking forward to it. The trip was planned for July of 1997. Linda had come out to visit us and we were returning the friendship. Of course, we had no idea what this would be like. We planned a trip to Universal/Disney World, NASA and a short trip to Miami. I'd never been to Florida and these were the highlights.
By this time Andrew had killed two more men up north, in the Chicago and New Jersey areas...it looked like he was headed to New York City. The last was William Reese, in New Jersey, on or about May 9, 1997. We were on our way to see Linda but our minds never really left the Cunanan story, at least jokingly. When we got to Orlando I would keep my eyes open for Andrew and would say it to Ashley all the time, "Look, that looks like Andrew..." and then we would sort of joke about it. Trust me, if Andrew had seen Ashley or myself, we would not have survived. Andrew knew I worked for the Dept. of Justice and the F.B.I. had already added him to the "Most Wanted" list. So when we decided to head to Miami Beach, we had no idea that Andrew really was there, but I'll swear there were a few times I mentioned catching glimpses of people that looked like him.
Remember, both Ashley and I knew Andrew well. Our identities to him well known. Our jobs were well known. Miami Beach, for as big as it is, is not as big as you think. We walked around looking at cafes, the beach, newsstands, Little Havana and so forth. We then left and came home...it wasn't long before the news showed that Andrew had killed Gianni Versace right where we had been. It was as close a call as I've ever had, until Lori Lafond.
So there it is. Yes, I knew Andrew. Yes, we were in Miami when Andrew was there and just a day or two before he shot Gianni. Yes, we could easily have been spotted and targeted. My name is Kevin Bond and I had nothing to do with Lincoln Aston's murder other than as a grieving friend. Same thing with Jeff Trail. Remember though, Lori was watching the whole time...and I can tell you that she has mentioned to many people that she "Knew Andrew Cunanan" but I can tell you, as far as I know, she only knew him through my memories.
Then, I got shot at in San Diego...it couldn't have been Andrew...it was the other serial killer in my life. Number two, Lori LaFond.
So while Lori thinks of Andrew Cunanan like this:
I will always remember him unfondly like this:
Surrounded by people that didn't see the true freak show that was about to happen. I see the same thing with Lori Jean LaFond. I'd still rather have an hour-long conversation with Andrew than spend five seconds in a room with Lori Lafond, while I slept.
So my question to all of you out there is this: How many of you have heard that Lori Jean LaFond knew Andrew Cunanan? Did she tell you that she was in Miami at the time of the Versace thing? How about a trip to Disney/Universal? How about a trip to NASA to see the astronaut memorial that was made in black onyx to always reflect the names of deceased astronauts in the clouds? All of this stuff was from me, not from Lori. She used these stories again...my stories, the true ones.
I want to apologize for the haphazard way that this post may sound. It's hard to put into words what it was like then and have Lori screaming in the background at me while I write it now. Be certain that when it comes time to put it all in the correct order it will make much better sense, but understand that while all this was happening in San Diego, she was watching it on the computer and raping her way through the gay community of Palm Springs. Lori also sent her brother Brian to San Diego to coordinate the cause stalkers to follow me. Lori would then report back to my sister things about my life saying that her brother, Brian, knew my friends in S.D. That isn't the truth. He didn't know my friends and never went to gay bars.
I should add that the entire time that I was involved with all of this crowd, Lori was watching and trying to find out who all these people were. Someone like Andrew, who I was vocal about not really liking, would have gotten her attention. At the time he was using the fake last name of DaSilva. So I knew him as Andrew DaSilva. Lori loves finding out the names of people I don't like so that she can start a problem. That would be as easy as being invited to a party when the host would say something like, "Make sure you don't mention this to Andrew." I had friends from Texas that told me not to invite him and a doctor in the area that wasn't putting Andrew on any guest list.
It was the running joke among my friends that if we went out to a gay bar that I wasn't really looking to see Andrew. It wasn't that he didn't like me, it was more like he gave me an eerie feeling by knowing more about me than he should have. I found that to be rude and obnoxious along with Andrew's louder than life laughing. My friends would see Andrew in the bar and whisper to me, "Your friend is here." I would see Andrew and say, "Let's go somewhere else, guys." Out of earshot of Andrew, I didn't want to be rude.
In fact, the only time that I saw Andrew's darker side, besides what my instincts were telling me, was when my friend Art had thrown a party at his home and Andrew had not been invited. I remember well, standing outside of Flicks/California Cuisine, being confronted by Andrew asking me why Art had not invited him to this party. It wasn't pretty but I explained to him that although Art and I were good friends, that his guest list was his, not mine to write. This did not sit well with someone like Andrew who got a very angry look on his face. I dismissed it and said I would mention it to Art. I don't remember if I did or not. To say the least, Andrew was not at any of Art's parties after that.
It is notable, however, that Jeff Trail was standing by Andrew's side while we had this conversation. Jeff was rolling his eyes and kind of looking at me like, "I'm sorry Kevin, you know how he is though." Jeff would later become Andrew's first victim in the whole Versace situation. I still remember his face and thinking, "Why do you hang out with this guy?" I kind of felt sorry for Jeff, but this was his friend, just like my boyfriend was, so I never said anything to Jeff. I'm sure others had.
I would like to say now that there is a ton on intermingling that Lori does when she is watching a person and has them mass stalked by strangers. It is my opinion that Lori doesn't know Andrew, just like she doesn't know most of the people that I know, only through her computer screen reading my thoughts. I know that she contacted people like Ashley, my then boyfriend, and I guess it would be possible that she would contact Andrew, but I doubt it. I didn't have his phone number and if I did, I wouldn't have kept it. Though he was friendly with me, I had reservations the whole time. He wasn't attractive to me and this was San Diego, there were tons of much better-looking guys. Okay so I was a bit shallow back then, but it was a good thing in this situation.
It was during this time that I met and knew Lincoln Aston. In fact, I remember well how I was introduced to him and another Kevin...a blonde guy from Iowa that was in the same fraternity as I was. I was a FIJI from U.C. Riverside and he was a FIJI from the University of Iowa. At the time, Kevin was Lincoln's boyfriend. He introduced me and we became friends. Lincoln was a super nice guy that I knew was an architect. Kevin and I were friends for a long time until that relationship soured between him and Lincoln. Kevin may have been an escort, but I always got the impression that Kevin and Lincoln had real feelings for each other. They were both nice men though Kevin much younger than Lincoln. I would hang out with the two of them at bars and people knew us to be friends, as were most people with Lincoln.
Lori thinks that means that I was dangerously promiscuous with the HIV virus that she'd given to me in 1987, not true. I just knew a lot of people in the scene at that time. Lori's fascination with drugs and partying homosexuals is very well known. I will also say that Lori had already implanted someone in the San Diego area, named Chris S., who she was stalking to turn in drug dealers like she was in Palm Springs. Chris knew a lot of people and because Lori was so involved in his own story, he unwillingly put some of his crowd in danger not knowing that his thoughts were monitored. Chris S. and I had many of the same friends. Between myself and Chris S., Brian LaFond and his sister, Lori, put lots of our friends in jail by spying on us.
In May of 1995, my friend Lincoln Aston was murdered. I'd seen him only a few days or so earlier and there were lots of people around. As I've said, people would have known the two of us to be friends. When I found out that the person that killed Lincoln was someone that shared the same name as me, Kevin Bond, I began getting the phone calls. It became such "a thing" that the local news did me the favor of interviewing me so that our friends would know that the Kevin Bond that had beaten Lincoln with an obelisk was not, in fact, me.
When the American Crime Story came out about Andrew, I didn't know that they featured a section on Lincoln, but it didn't really surprise me that Andrew and Lincoln knew each other. I couldn't really see Andrew as someone Lincoln would have hired for sex or even have been friends with. Most of my wealthy friends did not like Andrew around. Then I found out that Andrew allegedly spoke with Kevin Bond, the killer or found Lincoln's body, which I thought was strange but very "Andrew" to take credit for anything newsworthy like that.
I'd just recently had another friend that was killed in Pacific Beach, named Rob Johnson, a boyfriend of my roommate. Oddly enough, I'd eaten with Rob like a day or two prior to his death. Rob was just beginning a job as an apartment manager in Pacific Beach when his dead body was found in his apartment beaten to death with a socket wrench. It was a gruesome scene and very brutal. The theory was that Rob met someone out on the sea wall at night, brought him home, got drunk together, then had sex, but afterward, his guest freaked out and killed him. I'm sure Rob knew Andrew, but I'm not thinking that Andrew killed Robby. Rob was into straight guys, a practice that I warned him about at dinner just before he was killed.
Any connection? I seriously doubt it. Andrew was definitely not Rob's type and vice versa. Who knows, the murder is still unsolved.
It is important to note that during this period I wasn't using any kind of drugs, save marijuana that calmed me down while being followed.
As I have stated before, I was working as a Courtroom Deputy Clerk for a Federal Judge at that time, Hon. William B. Enright and then another judge, Hon. Nita L. Stormes, Magistrate. I didn't comingle any of my gay life with work. In fact, I would estimate that 99% of my time was spent working and working out. There wasn't any reason for anyone to be following me and it was strange that they were. I wrote diaries about it because to talk about it seemed odd to me. I was being followed everywhere I went by people that seemed pissed off at me for something. I chalked it up to homophobia or something like that. It is clear from my diaries I wasn't really sure who or why someone would do something like this. I'd never heard of remote neural monitoring or "gang stalking" so it was just people following me. I noticed that on their cars were the same bumper stickers or license plate frames. The stickers were an American flag and the license plate frames said "11-99 Foundation" which I researched and found out it was a charity for fallen police officer's families. There was a law enforcement connection to my stalkers. Hundreds of cars.
At one point I got so tired of being followed that I bought my own American flag sticker, wrote, "Innocent Until Proven Guilty" and stuck it on my red Honda Civic in protest. I would even slyly stick my middle finger out the window while I drove pretending to use it to bump to the beat of the music I was listening to. Really, I was flipping off the stalkers. I've heard there is a picture of this...it makes me laugh.
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So in April or May of 1997, I was still living with my boyfriend Ashley. My friend Rob had been killed years before as had Lincoln Aston. I was watching the news and a story came on about Jeffrey Trail. Then Andrew's picture came up in association with the picture and murder. The police were looking for Andrew in connection with the murder of Jeff and someone named David Madson. I immediately called Ashley into the room and said, "Look, it's Andrew!!!" The newscaster told what they knew about the murders and Ashley said, "...but Andrew is such a nice guy." I looked at him and said, "Ash, he just killed Jeff, that's the definition of 'not a nice guy'!" I remember that conversation and getting that eerie feeling you get when you find out someone you got a bad vibe from does something horrible.
It was during this period that Ash and I were going to take a trip to Orlando to meet with one of his college friends from Penn State. Her name was Linda. We were both excited and looking forward to it. The trip was planned for July of 1997. Linda had come out to visit us and we were returning the friendship. Of course, we had no idea what this would be like. We planned a trip to Universal/Disney World, NASA and a short trip to Miami. I'd never been to Florida and these were the highlights.
By this time Andrew had killed two more men up north, in the Chicago and New Jersey areas...it looked like he was headed to New York City. The last was William Reese, in New Jersey, on or about May 9, 1997. We were on our way to see Linda but our minds never really left the Cunanan story, at least jokingly. When we got to Orlando I would keep my eyes open for Andrew and would say it to Ashley all the time, "Look, that looks like Andrew..." and then we would sort of joke about it. Trust me, if Andrew had seen Ashley or myself, we would not have survived. Andrew knew I worked for the Dept. of Justice and the F.B.I. had already added him to the "Most Wanted" list. So when we decided to head to Miami Beach, we had no idea that Andrew really was there, but I'll swear there were a few times I mentioned catching glimpses of people that looked like him.
Remember, both Ashley and I knew Andrew well. Our identities to him well known. Our jobs were well known. Miami Beach, for as big as it is, is not as big as you think. We walked around looking at cafes, the beach, newsstands, Little Havana and so forth. We then left and came home...it wasn't long before the news showed that Andrew had killed Gianni Versace right where we had been. It was as close a call as I've ever had, until Lori Lafond.
So there it is. Yes, I knew Andrew. Yes, we were in Miami when Andrew was there and just a day or two before he shot Gianni. Yes, we could easily have been spotted and targeted. My name is Kevin Bond and I had nothing to do with Lincoln Aston's murder other than as a grieving friend. Same thing with Jeff Trail. Remember though, Lori was watching the whole time...and I can tell you that she has mentioned to many people that she "Knew Andrew Cunanan" but I can tell you, as far as I know, she only knew him through my memories.
Then, I got shot at in San Diego...it couldn't have been Andrew...it was the other serial killer in my life. Number two, Lori LaFond.
So while Lori thinks of Andrew Cunanan like this:
I will always remember him unfondly like this:
Surrounded by people that didn't see the true freak show that was about to happen. I see the same thing with Lori Jean LaFond. I'd still rather have an hour-long conversation with Andrew than spend five seconds in a room with Lori Lafond, while I slept.
So my question to all of you out there is this: How many of you have heard that Lori Jean LaFond knew Andrew Cunanan? Did she tell you that she was in Miami at the time of the Versace thing? How about a trip to Disney/Universal? How about a trip to NASA to see the astronaut memorial that was made in black onyx to always reflect the names of deceased astronauts in the clouds? All of this stuff was from me, not from Lori. She used these stories again...my stories, the true ones.
I want to apologize for the haphazard way that this post may sound. It's hard to put into words what it was like then and have Lori screaming in the background at me while I write it now. Be certain that when it comes time to put it all in the correct order it will make much better sense, but understand that while all this was happening in San Diego, she was watching it on the computer and raping her way through the gay community of Palm Springs. Lori also sent her brother Brian to San Diego to coordinate the cause stalkers to follow me. Lori would then report back to my sister things about my life saying that her brother, Brian, knew my friends in S.D. That isn't the truth. He didn't know my friends and never went to gay bars.
