World traveler? Famous actress? College student? Police officer? Freelance photographer? FBI agent? Special Forces Unit of the PSPD?
If you really knew the life of Lori LaFond everything above would seem like a joke to you. The only things that she ever did with regularity were drugs, attending high school reunions, more drugs, and calling up relatives of the victims she made to try to extort money from them. She's what we call a scam artist, but not much talent in the artist areas. Lori is a thief and, unfortunately, a killer.
The impossible life of Lori LaFond is found in pictures. Not her pictures, mind you, but pictures from her victims that she claims she took, from trips she never went on, with families she doesn't know, and with boyfriends she never had. Her life is a combination of romance novel meets other people's experiences. Oh, she'll tell you all about going to Kauai, Hawaii because she watched me experience it or I told someone else what it was like. But if you took her there she wouldn't know where anything was and couldn't tell you anything more about it beyond what I've experienced.
My fraternity experience, was largely unknown to her as I managed to have one single year from high school graduation until she implanted me the year after I went to U.C. Riverside as a freshman. When she did finally find out that I was a fraternity guy, she stole my phone and began calling everyone I knew...and the problems started. She even has the car license plate from 1987 that she stole off of my car while I was at school. "KEV BOND" was the personalized plate, but the reg sticker is still 1987...she stalked me then and still does to this day.
What I don't like about Lori is how she pretends to be the victim of my life. She's hardly a victim when she filed a restraining order against me with tons of false information, then follows me on vacation six hours away to talk with my friends, then comes back after being arrested in Sedona, Arizona to try to say that I VIOLATED THAT ORDER? What the fuck? Where am I supposed to go to be safe from this person that's had me shot at and infected me with HIV using refrigerated blood? There is nowhere safe. She won't even abide by her own restraining order.
I came home from San Diego to Palm Springs and after she raped me, I had to come all the way out to 29 Palms to get away from her. She followed me here. She put my boyfriend in jail. She made one of my best friends look dead online. She made another friend go to jail and all I can say is, "Help me please...this psycho bitch from Hell is after me!" Of course, she had that restraining order, but she pretended to be another cop over the phone and had the court issue a warrant for my arrest. Wait a minute here. I'm the police informant on this case and I'm the person with the smashed skull. If anyone needs protection from this crazy drug dealer, it's me.
I don't know how many people she contacted from my personal life, but one of them was my brother in law, who is now deceased. He knew she was crazy and had some weird kind of thing for me and my sister? I know that she caused all kinds of problems for my father with false allegations of affairs, sex with students, and all kinds of bullshit. Then she ran around talking to people like I'd told her things about my life. Never did that happen.
She stole all of my high school yearbooks and read every single signing, then ran around to find the people, in person, at reunions, or on facebook, to try to convince them of something horrible about me. Literally, she talks to people like Margie Miller about her own passage to me in my yearbook. I guess that Lori doesn't realize that those kinds of things are personal, not printed in the paper. So the people that she talks to are looking at her like, "Did you read Kevin's yearbook or something?"
Lori's life is an impossibility. She has never been to Los Angeles or Hollywood. She's not some kind of actress or former Broadway theatre person and if you know her, it's an even bigger joke. She has no interest in any of these kinds of things as a kid or an adult. She's basically making shit up and thinking that people believe her, but drug addicts that buy from her are like, "Sure Lori, I believe you...now can I have some drugs?" Nobody buys it.
She's had boyfriend after fake boyfriend, all of whom are homosexual with no bisexual tendencies. Most of the people she's told her family about are people either I dated or know. Here's an example. I'm just betting that Lori told her mother that she was dating a priest. A Lutheran Priest from New York that once was a boxer. Um, Lori, that's Christopher and you are definitely not dating him, nor were you ever. You might have his mail or his family's mail, but it's because you forwarded it with an address for a week or so. You are breaking the law. You can't just forward my boyfriend's family's mail then tell people they know you. They don't. What's worse, Lori then starts sending me mail from Christopher's mother's pretend friend "David". Some "kiss-off" letter that makes it look like I'm doing something wrong when it was HIS OWN MOTHER that told me to keep in contact with her and watch out for Christopher.
Strangely enough, as soon as I got that letter, Lori put Christopher in jail. Then started complimenting herself online calling herself Molly Bond-hus. Which is short for Molly Bond's Husband...my dead cat's name is Molly Bond. Of course, she then added in a story from one of my many diaries, then acted like she was Wonder Woman chasing Christopher down the street before his arrest. Come on people...Lori already met Christopher and he turned her down for sex. She got mad and that's when she went after him again.
I've heard stories from Lori about being "close to" Jonathan Mendenhall's family too. Um, just because she robbed their home in La Jolla when she raped Christopher, doesn't mean she's close to Jonathan's mother does it? In fact, I think all the stolen objects mean she's a thief. What is her problem?
She's a paranoid schizophrenic that has a thirst for blood. I should know, she forced enough refrigerated blood up my ass when she raped me to fill a blood bank.
What I am trying to tell all of you is that there is evidence that Lori is stalking me, use it please before she kills again. Nobody should believe her and she's highly contagious.
It may take a village to raise a child, but it takes a gaggle of tweakers to raise Lori. Not one of the people that live with Lori works. They steal for a living. They sell drugs for a living and they have no tax records. What she has there are life-sized trophies of human beings that she figures she can steal from their families when times get tough. God knows David and Missy would steal from their own families. Lori and Brian have robbed their family members more times than the IRS. Lori likes to keep a steady supply of losers on hand so that she can use them, but as always, that isn't the best plan. You see, once Lori has ruined their lives and family ties, they don't have much more to offer other than eye candy and terrorism work. They aren't really the best people is what I'm saying. There have been many of these over the years, but the six there now are the perennials, or as I call them the peri-anals because they are close to assholes and most are pussies.
So what you have in Lori's home is basically a hospice for Lori's later years. They have to clean her poop, make sure she eats, make sure she washes, and all the chores you have when you take care of the elderly. It's a real show over there. Picking the nits out of her eyebrows and tampons are Lori's responsibility.
You see, this isn't hard to figure out, it's a drug-dealing terrorist organization that uses brain linking for a source of information. They implanted cops, lied to them, and kept themselves out of trouble until Lori raped me and left her blood in my ass. Now there is a battle between police chief that let her go and the lab that confirms that a woman's tainted blood was up my bung. Yes, folks, she's a nasty bitch, but I keep looking like the bad guy because my friends won't speak up about where she's been and what she's said. It's time for some people to say what they know. Don't you think?
You see the sad fact of the matter is that Lori LaFond is nothing that she says she is. It's all a manufactured piece of red herring and the rest is bullying. She doesn't know me in the courtroom, but outside the courtroom, she "knows everything about me." I've heard the stories for decades, but the truth is that I've never even spoken to her. She uses her brother's homosexuality as some kind of excuse for knowing things about me, but she must have asked him a ton of questions about me for her to know so much. Actually, he doesn't really know my friends all that well either, they are just more people that were implanted and infected with Lori's AIDS virus. So you can see, I'm in the position to talk about her without really wanting to.
It's not like I have anything for this girl, she is freakishly infatuated with killing me. Don't know why. Don't care. What I do want is for someone to tell the truth about what she is like so that I can, for once in my entire life, be free from her and her friends. I don't want to live like this any longer.
Is there someone out there willing to do more than what's been done? Let's hope so. I can't bear thinking that someone else got hurt because Lori wanted to use them. Her cousin Brian is the best latest example.
I don't know how many people she contacted from my personal life, but one of them was my brother in law, who is now deceased. He knew she was crazy and had some weird kind of thing for me and my sister? I know that she caused all kinds of problems for my father with false allegations of affairs, sex with students, and all kinds of bullshit. Then she ran around talking to people like I'd told her things about my life. Never did that happen.
She stole all of my high school yearbooks and read every single signing, then ran around to find the people, in person, at reunions, or on facebook, to try to convince them of something horrible about me. Literally, she talks to people like Margie Miller about her own passage to me in my yearbook. I guess that Lori doesn't realize that those kinds of things are personal, not printed in the paper. So the people that she talks to are looking at her like, "Did you read Kevin's yearbook or something?"
Lori's life is an impossibility. She has never been to Los Angeles or Hollywood. She's not some kind of actress or former Broadway theatre person and if you know her, it's an even bigger joke. She has no interest in any of these kinds of things as a kid or an adult. She's basically making shit up and thinking that people believe her, but drug addicts that buy from her are like, "Sure Lori, I believe you...now can I have some drugs?" Nobody buys it.
She's had boyfriend after fake boyfriend, all of whom are homosexual with no bisexual tendencies. Most of the people she's told her family about are people either I dated or know. Here's an example. I'm just betting that Lori told her mother that she was dating a priest. A Lutheran Priest from New York that once was a boxer. Um, Lori, that's Christopher and you are definitely not dating him, nor were you ever. You might have his mail or his family's mail, but it's because you forwarded it with an address for a week or so. You are breaking the law. You can't just forward my boyfriend's family's mail then tell people they know you. They don't. What's worse, Lori then starts sending me mail from Christopher's mother's pretend friend "David". Some "kiss-off" letter that makes it look like I'm doing something wrong when it was HIS OWN MOTHER that told me to keep in contact with her and watch out for Christopher.
Strangely enough, as soon as I got that letter, Lori put Christopher in jail. Then started complimenting herself online calling herself Molly Bond-hus. Which is short for Molly Bond's Husband...my dead cat's name is Molly Bond. Of course, she then added in a story from one of my many diaries, then acted like she was Wonder Woman chasing Christopher down the street before his arrest. Come on people...Lori already met Christopher and he turned her down for sex. She got mad and that's when she went after him again.
I've heard stories from Lori about being "close to" Jonathan Mendenhall's family too. Um, just because she robbed their home in La Jolla when she raped Christopher, doesn't mean she's close to Jonathan's mother does it? In fact, I think all the stolen objects mean she's a thief. What is her problem?
She's a paranoid schizophrenic that has a thirst for blood. I should know, she forced enough refrigerated blood up my ass when she raped me to fill a blood bank.
What I am trying to tell all of you is that there is evidence that Lori is stalking me, use it please before she kills again. Nobody should believe her and she's highly contagious.
It may take a village to raise a child, but it takes a gaggle of tweakers to raise Lori. Not one of the people that live with Lori works. They steal for a living. They sell drugs for a living and they have no tax records. What she has there are life-sized trophies of human beings that she figures she can steal from their families when times get tough. God knows David and Missy would steal from their own families. Lori and Brian have robbed their family members more times than the IRS. Lori likes to keep a steady supply of losers on hand so that she can use them, but as always, that isn't the best plan. You see, once Lori has ruined their lives and family ties, they don't have much more to offer other than eye candy and terrorism work. They aren't really the best people is what I'm saying. There have been many of these over the years, but the six there now are the perennials, or as I call them the peri-anals because they are close to assholes and most are pussies.
So what you have in Lori's home is basically a hospice for Lori's later years. They have to clean her poop, make sure she eats, make sure she washes, and all the chores you have when you take care of the elderly. It's a real show over there. Picking the nits out of her eyebrows and tampons are Lori's responsibility.
You see, this isn't hard to figure out, it's a drug-dealing terrorist organization that uses brain linking for a source of information. They implanted cops, lied to them, and kept themselves out of trouble until Lori raped me and left her blood in my ass. Now there is a battle between police chief that let her go and the lab that confirms that a woman's tainted blood was up my bung. Yes, folks, she's a nasty bitch, but I keep looking like the bad guy because my friends won't speak up about where she's been and what she's said. It's time for some people to say what they know. Don't you think?
You see the sad fact of the matter is that Lori LaFond is nothing that she says she is. It's all a manufactured piece of red herring and the rest is bullying. She doesn't know me in the courtroom, but outside the courtroom, she "knows everything about me." I've heard the stories for decades, but the truth is that I've never even spoken to her. She uses her brother's homosexuality as some kind of excuse for knowing things about me, but she must have asked him a ton of questions about me for her to know so much. Actually, he doesn't really know my friends all that well either, they are just more people that were implanted and infected with Lori's AIDS virus. So you can see, I'm in the position to talk about her without really wanting to.
It's not like I have anything for this girl, she is freakishly infatuated with killing me. Don't know why. Don't care. What I do want is for someone to tell the truth about what she is like so that I can, for once in my entire life, be free from her and her friends. I don't want to live like this any longer.
Is there someone out there willing to do more than what's been done? Let's hope so. I can't bear thinking that someone else got hurt because Lori wanted to use them. Her cousin Brian is the best latest example.
