The difference between Lori and this bad kitty is that eventually the kitty gives in and says, "I'm the kitty that played in the lipstick", but Lori says, "I wasn't even near any lipstick, none of my friends even know what lipstick is, only faggots wear lipstick, and I'm not even a lipstick lesbian." Then you get pulled over by a cop after asking her and they arrest you for being under the influence of crystal meth, even though you've been sober for 12 or more years. They don't ask if they can have a blood sample, they just take you to the hospital and draw it. You don't care because you are 12 years sober. You think you are out of the woods because you don't imbibe, but three days later while you are in your jail cell after Lori's had her chance to scream at you, you realize you've just been arrested for accusing Lori of stealing a lipstick. Um...this isn't a bad example, it happened to me five or six times. I didn't even mention Lori's name, but because everyone else knew she did it, she had to show them that she could still have you arrested. It's like flexing your muscles on this system.
The thing is this. Lori creates all kinds of problems and everyone on this system sees her. When they do, she gets defensive. She then decides to take it out on me. Unfortunately, the people that know what she's done, don't say anything out of fear for themselves. So not only have they put me in danger, then they let me down. The same thing happened with this "workplace violence" restraining order.
I can prove I didn't know where Lori worked. I can prove that I said nothing like what she told an attorney. I can prove that Lori lied on the whole thing and confirmed that she was Lisa. I can confirm that she broke the restraining order. I can confirm that the phone call she talks about would have kept my bank account safe because I told them Lori was involved in bank mortgage fraud. I can do all that, but what I can't do is put handcuffs on her and haul her off to jail. The only thing worse than being in this position is not being in this position. Most of Lori's victims don't know who she is, but they have her HIV virus inside of them.
This is the first time that I know of that Lori actually used her real name to try to put me in jail. It's kind of like she's paying me back for not paying attention to her in high school. Yeah, I know that's ridiculous, but remember she also raped me and put frozen blood, hers, up my ass. So whether I said anything about her or not, she'd already put her blood in question. It had nothing to do with what I said, it has to do with what she did, then assumed it was my fault for reporting it to the police.
Here's the thing. When I was raped, I was told by Lori and Brian that "Peter DiMartino and Steve Frey" did this. Remember that I am, at that time and now, friends with both men. Peter was working for the Desert AIDS Project writing grants and Steven was my longtime friend. I didn't believe that either was capable of rape. I know both to be very kind and nice guys. I also approached both of them and asked them if this was something they did. I told both that I was planning on reporting this to the police on several occasions. My contacts with them both were in person, not via texts. I don't text because of Lori's spoofing messages. You can bet that if you get a text from me, it's probably not from me.
Clearly, Lori and Brian knew about the rape. They talked about how badly my skull was smashed in right after I went to the hospital. It was a bad gay-bashing. The blood on my jeans was curiously dark and skin-like. I liken it to the skin on gravy when it sits. I knew it wasn't fresh and thought that to be odd from the very morning of my rape. I also woke up naked that morning and I never go to sleep that way. I pulled on my jeans and blood flowed from my rear end. That's not something that ever happens. I then cleaned myself and put on underwear. This time when I bled, the blood was fresh and red. Unlike the first time.
It was natural to have to say that Steven might have been involved because it was at his home, he left early in the morning to take someone to the airport that I'd never heard of, and he didn't come back until right after I woke up in the afternoon. I wasn't using meth. I didn't take any drugs the night before. It was clear that something had happened and that I was out. Knocked out. The MRI's show a really bad head injury from that night.
I was still groggy from whatever numbing agent was used to knock me out until late that night. The next day I had Steven take me to the emergency room because my head was on fire. He was someone that I knew I was going to have to accuse, since it was inside his home. So at the first emergency room visit, I said I didn't know what happened. Steve was there and I knew he would be in trouble if I reported the rape then. Two days later, I went by myself and reported the rape at the emergency room. I took the rape clothing with me and it was all covered in blood. Nobody came from the PSPD to take my report and the MRI's disappeared. I was shown an x-ray, not an MRI at the emergency room. At the time I thought that they'd taken a still photo of the MRI and shown it to me. For the second time, they would not admit me with a smashed skull. They gave me nothing for pain or inflammation, just nothing. I had to go home and use one aspirin and a lot of ice for the next month until I did what Bryan Anderson told me and called for someone to take the report and the clothing.
The cop that took the report told me that he'd called the hospital and they told him that I'd said I was in a car accident. I didn't have a car and there was no accident. He literally lied to my face. The next night he had me arrested without anyone pressing charges on me and took me to jail wearing only a towel. I was transported naked to jail. There was no reason to even take me, my neighbors did not press charges and I was left there until the next morning when I was arrested again for trying to take care of Steven's mail. He was in the hospital in dire straights. So back to the jail I went for another drug test and it too was negative. It was simply a case of Lori punishing me for reporting the rape. Steven couldn't have been behind it because he was in the hospital.
Despite not having anything to do with drugs, the Commissioner, Lawrence C. Best, sentenced me to three years of probation and a Prop 36 drug diversion class. Neither was proper. There wasn't really anything that I could do rather than stay in jail and wait for someone to tell the truth. What I agreed to I served and had the entire thing expunged from my record. This taught me a few things about Lori and Brian. If you do anything that they perceive is against them, you will pay. However it is impossible to know that it is against them when you do it. Reporting my rape was suggested by Bryan Anderson. In fact, becoming a police informant was also suggested. I turned that down for a full eight months while Lori continued to have me arrested again and again. The day I met Christopher, I asked him if he wanted to become and informant knowing that he'd recently been raped in April of 2008. He was in the same predicament I was and he said yes.
Immediately my phone message from Steven's spoofed phone number was, "Now I know why there's a bullet hole in ur cardoor, too bad they missed." Neither Christopher nor I told anyone about the informant work we were to sign up for the next day. Steven definitely didn't know, but Lori did. The text is from Lori and it shows that she knew about being shot at in San Diego. That goes against what she says in that restraining order. "She knows nothing about me since high school". How could that be? You see it could only be Lori...she's the only person on this system that talks to the police. It's a rule! Only Lori would have been mad about this since she was planning on using Steven to buy a huge supply of crystal meth with money stolen from Jeffrey Katzenberg's family...I intended to stop her from getting it by telling Bryan where Steven bought it from. I also warned Steven's supplier because I'm not the kind of person that blindsides anyone. I simply called the number I had for him and said, "Don't sell Steven Frey any meth, he's being watched by the police." You see, I don't make drug suppliers mad and I don't get into trouble.
If you know Lori, you know that she puts informants in bad positions with people. Like the Nichols' family of informants, she made the Vago mad at them and they got shot at. With me, it would have been Steven's supplier, a man known only as "R". I gave the information to Bryan that next day with phone numbers and aerial shots. Christopher was supposed to have an arrest warrant taken care of but I asked for no deal at all. Our credibility was everything. Christopher would later go to jail for that warrant when he was arrested for riding a rented bike down the street.
You can see that this entire situation is obvious to those of us that know Lori. I told everyone that she and that Commissioner were in cahoots, and guess who signed that restraining order when it was stayed? The same guy Commissioner Larry Best. He doesn't even do those kinds of civil hearings as far as I know. He would later sign a warrant from that restraining order too. Could that be retaliation for me talking about his long standing relationship with Lori and her "special forces unit"? You see if I link Lori LaFond to him, and now I can, it calls into question their attachments to one another. It's illegal and that's why someone without a drug convictions gets Prop 36. It takes a lot of money and time to complete...but I did. It's also easy to have someone in those classes violated too...don't show up and a warrant is issued. It's a total hunting down of gay men with implants. Lori keeps track of them like mice in a cage.
