I’m still very upset about being taken to an apartment in Philomath and forced to sign something. Yes, it was many years ago, but I still want answers. I no longer think it was my Aunt who was there, but Leticia herself – still too heartbreaking too accept. These were my friends, I thought. This does coincide with witnessing my landlord giving my neighbor documents and some kind of involvement with my family. My neighbors got me drunk and forced my to sign something while a woman presided over the whole fiasco, and while I vaguely recall her defending me briefly saying ‘he doesn’t want to sign it’, she watched as someone covered the document I was signing with another sheet of paper so I couldn’t see what I was signing and I was forced to do so, anyway. Surely, it was an expression of love. I did report this to police and management – and I’ve written a lot – but still no answers. I now think it was the same woman who stalks me from the air, at thrift stores, in Santa Clara, Newport, and Mexico… and ironically, I think it was her standing here in my home while Barbara’s body lay on the floor. I still lose sleep over all of this. Nobody cares about me. I’m told the violations against me are just Civil and therefore will not be prosecuted, but I think when people steal land and money it’s Criminal. I still want answers about my family, too. It seems clear these people have stolen inheritance or there would have been no problem informing me about my father’s death. I still think my mother has passed, too, but nobody has told me. I don’t want to have to look this up on the internet but that might be inevitable. My friends, family, neighbors, and the landlord along with his family and followers have all been abusive toward me – harassing, stalking, eavesdropping, slandering, anything to show disrespect. And their actions qualify as identity theft and fraud. The landlord yells, “I AM the law here!” And, “I want you gone!” The fact that this involves drug-using cops is the epitome of corruption, bad enough I have an evil landlord who lies in the name of God. One officer I have an issue with is Jason M (last name and number I don’t recall right now) – I believe he was taking a picture of my house as I returned the other day, though he may have just been making some kind of delivery across the street. He has stalked me on and off premises, even in Santa Clara, often acts like he’s trying to hide his identity, and he deterred me from pursuing things against my landlord… in retrospect, that was not with my best interest in mind as he has been seen with Leticia many times. It’s bad enough there’s more than one Leticia, too. All the exploitation and the confusion caused by a lack of communication doesn’t change the fact that I quit drinking alcohol on her birthday 14 years ago. And nothing changes the fact that nobody is there for me, not for birthdays, funerals, weekends and holidays, or even now. I have spent many, many years asking for justice. This site is evidence of that, but it began as a place to share my photos and my writings with the woman who said she would love me forever. I’m still here. And I’m still waiting.