Lori has stolen this one from me before, but she doesn't realize that I borrowed it from Stephen King in the first place.
I liken my life to a little boy lost in the woods. Whistling and humming trying to keep myself from being afraid. Fear is a choice. The danger is when the grizzly that has been following you, gives you a sniff down while you are playing dead right in front of him. Fear and danger are two parts of terrorism that make people crazy. I spent my entire life dealing with the fear of people following me, when that became common place, Lori told her brother to shoot and kill me because I'd learned to deal with the fear of being stalked. The danger came when all the people that followed me, took a very rare night off, so that Brian could get a shot at me with few people around.
Like it or not, I faced the danger that night. I should have done that a long time ago when Lori began acting dangerous to me the first day of high school. Instead of causing a problem for her and her violent temper, I ignored it and went on my way. This allowed her to ambush and attack me several more times with her own words, and then with boys that she was selling drugs to. It was only after she pushed one of those boys under a moving vehicle and broke his hip/femur, that those boys came forward and told her parents that she was a danger to me and my family.
I didn't face the danger and obeyed the golden rule, which I think is sometimes not the best thing to teach a kid that is being bullied. I had nothing good to say about Lori so I said absolutely nothing about her. When asked by Bryan Anderson on two occasions, I said nothing. Instead of telling him that she was a homophobic bully that sold drugs for violence, I did something that I thought was best, I said nothing. You know if you don't have anything nice to say about someone, that rule? It's not effective with a serial killer. A stalker like Lori thinks you are afraid of her. The reality was that when he did ask me these things about Lori, I'd grown way past her homophobic childish behavior. I had a boyfriend for a long time by then, and I assumed that she'd grown out of it. I was totally wrong. Someone like Lori holds a grudge especially when she imagined some kind of slight that never happened. I simply did not like her and wasn't going to give her rage any of my power. That ended when she broke into Steven Frey's home and raped me after beating my skull in.
This crime can make you feel like a little kid lost in the woods, because there isn't really any help for you. The police need proof and the PSPD is involved in the crime so there is really no place for someone that is stuck in Palm Springs, California to feel safe. The usual places aren't available, so instead of sitting down and crying or pretending that the fear is real, I've become more like this kid:
I've learned to become at one with the woods. I became more of a participant in my surroundings than a helpless victim of circumstance or as Lori calls it half the time, a victim of circumcision. She isn't the kind of person to be there when the real danger is happening, Lori is the girl that needs a man to do things for her. So she uses her brother to make a fearful situation dangerous. That can also happen in the mind of a victim too. If you fear it, Lori will bring it to your doorstep in humongous amounts. She'll keep doing it over and over again until you are dead, in prison or the hospital. Lori is a fear monger. A dope pushing fear monger. She uses it to find out what makes you afraid, then uses that information to put you in danger, the real kind.
I've decided to become part of Lori's fear by telling all of you who she is, where she got this tech from, what can happen to her, what she looks like, how she got to where she is, and other parts of her life that she lies about to everyone. I know her high school next door neighbor very very well. She is a really good friend of mine that tried to get ahold of me the entire time that I was avoiding my friends from back then because I didn't want them to get involved. As it turns out, she could have been the key to stopping Lori the whole time. There was no way of knowing. In the end, someone like her is valuable to all of us. She knows what life next to Lori is all about. In fact, she is the real best friend of the "Lisa" that Lori called herself.
Let me explain. You know Lori Jean LaFond went around for years calling me her poster child for how much harm she could cause someone? Well she did. She told everyone that she knew me from high school which isn't really true because she didn't really know me. She knew what she read in the newspapers and from people I know. So most people know that Lori told them she knew me from school. Well that is always followed by a threat, "Don't ever tell Kevin who I am?" By the time I came to town it was everywhere so she came up with a name from high school that she could use to blame someone else for being "the voice of the girl in my head". That girl is named "Lisa". She is Lori's mom's across the street neighbor and the best friend of Lori's neighbor that I spoke of above. She is also a good friend of mine and knows Bryan Anderson very well. She is likely also a victim of Lori's. She's had a problem or two as well. She's the best too!
So "Lisa" isn't an accidental name, it's just a girl from high school that Lori saw me in pictures with from Lori's sophomore year. Remember, Lori stole that particular yearbook from me around the time of my San Diego shooting...and in it, she would have seen my picture on the track team and cross country team with her across the street neighbor. A tall, beautiful, blonde girl named Lisa. Lori made up the name to fit her story just in case I found out. I did. Lori you are no Lisa B. You are quite the opposite. I'm not afraid of Lori LaFond at all. That's irrational. But she has shown up in Arizona with a gun and friends....right after she filed a restraining order....right after the police lied about the crime lab report.
We know now that I wasn't lying about the rape. The evidence is there. There just isn't any help for a little boy lost in the woods, so I became an owl. A smart, wise, brave, silent, hunter that can see all the way around. I'm high up in the trees where she can't get me. I'm silent but I do know how to look in the dark. Very few predators for an owl. A snowy white owl that nobody sees coming. I would never lay a hand on Lori because I am a pacifist, but if I am in danger, not fear, I won't lose the battle.
In Lori's world you are either the hunter or the hunted, there really is not anything else that she does. I am different. I don't believe in hunting people and I certainly did not intend to be the person that went after Lori LaFond. What I did was try to protect my boyfriend from the girl that hunts everyone and they either end up dead or in prison. That it turned out to be my high school bully, is of no consequence any longer. She is not a surprise to me. What she is, is predictable. All of the stuff you've heard and seen her do, has been done before. Now she isn't under 18 years old and can't be protected by her age. She's still the same problem causer that she always was. I'm not surprised. I am disappointed that she never grew up, but that isn't my problem to deal with. It's all of ours.
We're dealing with a person that has long, long, long obsessions. This isn't a girl that gets over anything. She'll hold an imaginary grudge for decades. For some people, like me, there was never a slight, but she perceived one when my father wasn't convicted of the crime that Lori made up in her head. She probably bragged about it to so many people that when the truth came out, she looked like a total freak show. Then, she figured out that I was a witness that testified, and she went right after me. I didn't even get into a classroom on my first day of high school before Lori attacked me. So you can see that her obsession grew from the case she started and didn't get the result she craved. She did it again twenty years later with one of my father's coach friends in Palm Springs, California. Steve Fabian was another coach that Lori used to spread a rumor of sexual trysts with a student. This girl was well located near the Katzenberg's...so was the coach. It served a purpose to have him charged by the PSPD. I think even Bryan Anderson played football for this coach, so he should know that there is no evidence that Lori won't make up.
Like a crime lab report that zeroed out all of the evidence collected from my bloody clothing. Or that fake restraining order. Or that trip to Sedona, Arizona. Or that commissioner's sentences or warrants that aren't even legal.
This isn't hard to figure out, it's just more of what him and I are both all too familiar with. So is his wife. So is Bryan's high school/college girlfriend. So is my sister. So are my sister's relatives/my relatives. Someone needs to open some eyes around here. A snowy white owl knows just how to do it too.
