Would like to state that anything I said in the tent while in North Hollywood should be taken as fact if there is a conflict between what is written here and what was said there. After so many months and so much stress, I have inevitably forgotten somethings and mixed up others. The order of specific memories may be slightly off. What I sad in the tent was closer to the date when everything actually happened.
Must state as well that at a minimum there were distortions in time. Very clear in Mexico. However, it also became clear when I was talking to an LAPD officer who asked me how long I had been away from home and I responded that there had been one week.
Previously there had been time distortion, forgetting of things like educational materials, and lapses in memory of short duration on rare occasions. These typically occurred when there was too much visual stimulation or stress. Examples would be [lights - concerts, theater/new york during springtime;
I couldn’t write any of this down in Los Angeles. My internet activity on the North Hollywood library computers was clearly being tracked. They made of point of letting me see that people would come and check the computers after I got off of them. Writing things in a notebook was similarly problematic. I was typically really tired. When I am stressed, I tend to feel really restless. It has been suggested in the past that I might have issues with chronic akathisia. I don’t know whether this is true, but I definitely walk in what sometimes feels like a compulsive manner when stressed. Walking is much more relaxing than trying to be still, but doesn’t lend itself well to writing. Also it was clear from the outset that people were constantly going through my belongings. I simply couldn’t stay with my things all the time. I had a backpack, but it was simply easier and safer to assume that everything was compromised and that I had no privacy. At least in the park, I felt like I was being constantly surveilled. It gradually became clear that I was also being surveilled as I walked around town. This appeared to be done at least in part by a tech who lived in one of the tents. He was a young white male with a thin to medium build and dark hair. He had a lot of well-done intricate color tattoos on at least one arm. He would sometimes wear glasses. He had no facial hair. For example, one night when I was forced out of the encampment, I slept on the sidewalk vents for warmth and he turned the sprinklers on me. Later walking out of the metro with another young man also from the encampment. They were laughing at me and raising their arms with their fists closed to indicate victory. On another occasion I spat on the sidewalk as I passed Sunrise Ford where I was forced to sell my car and a man waiting for the bus turned toward me, looked directly at me and spat on the sidewalk.
UC Berkeley Extension
Spring of 2025, fund raiser for diversity email at UC Berkeley Extension. (See attached email.) Look like it might be from the Dean. Looked interesting given the issues I had when taking photography classes. Considered donating, but wanted to get more information about how the money would be used. Searching on the website provided no real links or information. Google produced no results. Didn’t donate. Listing disappeared quickly as compared with other donation options which were present and better defined. Later after more problems occurred in conjunction with UC Extension, realized it may well have been a sham. Star indicated possible reference to Derek Gripper.
Additional messages and interactions indicating possible knowledge of my correspondence with Derek Gripper -?. However, no direct reference and unclear, so continued to interact with Derek Gripper given as he came to town and would spam me in advance. (Emails from Extension -? Emails from Derek.)
Goofing around online.
Issues with Emmanuelle, Sheila Ghidini, other woman. Closing of classes. Impossible to know, but looked like gaslighting.
Email encouraging application to Excelerator program. Surprised because I already have a degree, but interested since I am disabled and needed to return to school. Business didn’t necessarily appeal, but wanted to be self-employed, so it made sense. Applied at the last minute for the deadline. (Encouragement to apply via emails - ?)
Met with Jan Batista after acceptance. Initially had an angry vibe though there was nothing overtly angry said during the meeting. Jan was both calm and positive in his outlook. Told me he normally only met with students on a limited basis, but that he would be meeting much more frequently with me. I agreed with this, because I have learning disabilities that have impacted reading to a greater extent over the years. I also needed updated documentation of my disabilities since I had new diagnoses for my health information and thought I might have additional problems with auditory processing. (I sometimes feel more comfortable with audio captions when watching television and movies, especially if it something I really want to watch as opposed to just having the television on for sound.)
Michelle Hector. Seemed very nervous about me at the beginning of class as though I would be some sort of disciplinary problem. Talking to me sideways during class. Told me about Derek Gripper by demonstrating knowledge of my interactions with him and information I disclosed to him. I must have looked sad, because she then became much calmer and comforting as opposed to more fearful and aggressive as she had initially been. However, there was no direct communication between us on the subject in this or any other class. The class was very difficult for me. I have an excellent academic record despite a history of undiagnosed learning difficulties while in grade school, high school, and college. There was something about the way she spoke that was difficult for me. Also had trouble with assignments because I was upset at the information that was provided and the manner in which it was being handled indirectly. Fatigue was also a significant problem at the time. Diagnosed with a significant anemia. Informed Professor Hector of this and dropped the class.
Assumed I would take no further classes. Upset with how the visual arts program had gone, failure in an otherwise easy program. Email that appeared to be from the dean that seemed hostile. Encouragement from Jill Finlayson to take classes. (Podcasts had appeared earlier though - ?) Enrolled in math class. Screwing around with ai art. Screwing around with canvas student profile.
Noticed things were possibly missing like movies and forum referenced in the course materials. Getting hassled by the professor in a manner similar to Derek Gripper. (specific examples) photos of his daughter and inferences that a niece or family was waiting for me. Was a bit confused about this since I have never been allowed contact with my nieces and have a poor relationship with my family.) Somewhere in there was art about my niece Willa. It was very upsetting to me because I knew that they knew something about what had happened with derek Gripper and were impacted by it. Same was true with my nephew who I had not seen since he was two. Deeply distraught because I had hoped for a relationship with them as adults and had put a lot of work into gather medical information that I hoped might be beneficial to them. Did not express this grief, but instead focused on a response to what appeared to be my nieces photos. Tried to be very positive and caring towards her while also making her think about family politics. Released via Hipstamatic. (Provide photos if still have.)
Prior references to jobs in podcasts - ?
Michelle hector mentioned something about sound and was making odd sounds and said something about stopping it right away after it started, but I no longer rember the details. Later connected it very quickly to the directed sound machines.
OPD, Sound Machines, Flushed.
Day or so before, young man (Also in his twenties, not asian or stereotypically african american, darker short hair possibly person of color. Wearing a crewneck sweatshirt and pants.) walking behind me down (street) scuffing feet clearly trying to be heard and intimidate/cause fear.
Around October 28, 2025, sound was directed at my apartment. White van initially parked at the intersection of Athol & Wayne. Later moved to the parking lot at Woody’s Laundramat. (See attached photo.) Went for 2.5 days. Sounds associated with ICE Raid. At first I thought they were real. I thought my actions had resulted in a federal ICE raid as had been happening that summer. I was grief stricken. I didn’t know what to do and despite not being religious, I knelt and prayed and cried. I felt indescribably awful for what I had done. (At some point I think I realized it was just machines - ?) I just remember laying in bed and refusing to do what I had indirectly been instructed to do re: submitting a complaint. Thought submitting the complaint would result in ICE raid. Told to get out, but I think this started before - ? Hipstamatic invitation. Machines caused panic, cardiovascular issues. Tried responding via hipstamatic to get it to stop. Tried sending email to sister to figure things out. (Give email) Went downstairs. Young man walked by who I had never seen before. Clearly checking me out. Went back upstairs.Then started laying in bed for days. Until finally toward the end of the third day they started slowly turning things up and I submitted the complaint. Then the machine whirred down and then another louder machine whirred up. Different sound than ice raid. Located it by walking around and following the noise. Still not sure if called police before or after this.
After those shut off, machine set up on top of building at the corner of park and STREET. Frightened and stressed. Called 911 (get police report if available.) Two uniformed officers arrived. Clearly aware of what was going on, but were clearly pretending to hear nothing and not very interested in verifying it. I asked if I was safe and they both assured me that I was. The male officer was laughing at me a little. The female officer also looked a little amused. Both were very polite. I appreciated their willing to tel me I was safe given how scared I was. They left and I returned to my apartment. Sound was much louder. (Did I figure out where the machine was before the officers arrived? Did I tell them where the machine was? Report may have info. Otherwise, just mull and think for a minute.)
Called and left message with East Bay Blah Blah lawyers as mentioned by email from who I thought were police. Saw for black women, but had used them in the past and assumed not only for black women. Left message at least one message, but never heard back.
CDC 6 or 9 van showed up. This was after the white van in the woody’s parking lot because the man in the unmarked white van looked alarmed when I approached the van with my camera even though there was a chainlink fence between us. I was careful to turn the corner and take a picture of the van behind because I was afraid of identifying the policeman. I didn’t feel as though he should be singled out for what was going on. He was a young asian male with very short hair and with a typical compact, slim asian male build. He had no facial hair. He appeared to be in his twenties, but like many asians he may have been older than he would have appeared to me. Also wearing a crewneck sweatshirt. When I passed the CDC 6 /9 Black SUV, I did not get a clear view of the person in the back, but my vague impression was that it was a male and that my passing so close to his car alarmed him even though I did not stop, slow down, or try to look in the car, or take a picture of the vehicle. Parked on Wayne. (Get specific address or point out on google maps or take photo.)
Impression that a doctor from CDC was in van. Possibly scripps doctor, Dr. Andrew White, since there are only three doctors that specialize in the problems I have, but never saw person parked in the vehicle nor did I see any identification or professional credentials. Gave access to medical records. Doctor seemed to know Maria Castells - ? Then again, even my eye doctor knows who she is so it doesn’t mean much if anything. However, at the time, with all the stress it created the impression in my mind that it was a specialist in my medical area and that it might be Dr. White. (Did I actually narrow it down to Dr. White at that time - ?)
Noises in my ears changed. Walking around and hearing different noises in gym, grocery store, and CVS. Scared about who these people were. Indicated Navy which might be why I thought Dr. White as well. Computer hacked. Indicated I should go to modesto if I could drive no further. Problems with Anemia. REceived intravenous iron. Due for endoscopy and colonoscopy on October 31, 2026. Did prep became sick made clear I had to leave from podcast or hack. Related to UC. Thought I had multiple parties hacking my computer possibly. Did not make an attempt to verify anything. Thought might be UC Extension and party(ies) in CDC vehicle/police. Last hack effectively disabled the computer.
Thought maybe the police were helping since I couldn’t easily get out. Had told them this in days leading up to sound machines. They told me to get out, take money, didn’t matter where. I told them I couldn’t. Disabled, lacked immediate funds, would take time to establish medical care. Rare diseases. Difficult to get medical care elsewhere. Most important thing were injections. Had taken about 9 years to get to maintenance on allergy injections. Messaged clinic saying that I needed to pick up my antigens that friday (October 31) the day of the GI procedures. Computer already hacked. Hackers made it appear as though all messages in my Stanford Health Center account had been deleted.
Told to pack. Starting a new life. Assumed I would likely never see my things again. Therefore I packed those things that were most expensive that I would least likely be able to afford to replace. Had been references to Puerto Rico. Indications I should go to Modesto since I was too sick. I showed what I had packed to who I believed was someone in CDC van. I was told it was good.
Went to UC Extension to find Rick Russo. Spoke to someone who was supposed to be the boss of a tech assistant. Told me everyone worked from home now. No way to know who anyone was. Impression that I may have even spoken to Rick Russo joking around, but I have never met Rick Russo. I have no idea what his voice sounds like. The individual with whom I spoke did not identify as Rick Russo at any time.
Went to bank to withdraw as much money as possible.
Went back home to grab somethings.
South to Los angeles
Drove out of town and headed south. Left my laptop in a restaurant dumpster off of 880. May have been this location (****). I was concerned I could be tracked with the laptop and given it had been hacked so much and was no longer even functioning I had little use for it. Being followed. Do recall someone behind me in the parking lot and as I drove off, but did not see whether they picked up the laptop out of the dumpster.
Drove south toward LA. Considered heading out to the desert because it was cheap and I liked it there in the past. Also arid so less likely to have allergy issues. Knew someone who lived there who might be a possible contact.
Clearly being followed first by one driver then another. Only for short distances. No way to remember all the vehicles and people. Predominantly middle aged and older men. Cars would zoom past before taking on off ramp or speeding off when finished. Would always zoom past at the same speed. Like a fly-by.
Stopped to use bathroom. Diarrhea which would continue for another 3 weeks. (See if could find spot.) Messages on changeable highways signs started saying to stop and take a rest once I was roughly parallel to Santa Cruz I think. Continued driving to Soledad. Not my intention to drive to Soledad, but thought it was funny, and also that it might give someone second thoughts if they were interested in hurting me.
Stopped at Motel 6 where I spent the night. Being followed. For some reason I had the impression it was two people, but I never saw the people or the vehicle that I remember - (**?**) Groceries. Suggestions for food. Because eat a very limited diet, especially then. Went to sleep. Awoken early. Can’t remember how. May have been shocks - ? Got gas and something to eat at a convenience store. On the way to get gas it was clear the lights were being manipulated by someone in another vehicle. Helped provide directions to get back on the freeway heading south using traffic lights. then went on my way.
On highway, vehicle signaled to get off at Atascadero. Thought it was a continuation of the joke. Lay down and treatment using something? Must have used before because I remember at Motel. (Get exact motel off of google maps.) Had a large window and a couch. Lay down on couch. Despite the very early morning hour, guy was checking out when I walked in the first set of doors he passed me trying not to look at me but still stole a look and seemed surprised. Guy behind the desk had disappeared so I lay down on the sofa and slept. Awoken, but can’t remember how. At some point began using electricity pointed at my heart. (Include the picture of the officer with directed energy weapon taken in the cafe. Link to handheld device that may look like a gun.) Continued driving. Continued seeing signs indicating that I could rest and pull over.
Military base somewhere. (not sure when this was, but almost certainly on the way down and probably early given gatorade used to clean cat cages.) Stopped and slept. Then taken to a cul-de-sac in a residential area. Exercised to keep circulation going, cleaned out cat cages with gatorade. Improvised a litterbox.
Driving through residential area during daytime. Everyday people coming out of the woodwork.
LA. Driving Exercise. (Before or after compton - probably before)
Stopped somewhere around LA. Hacked ring surveillance camera footage from a home. LA cop or maybe a string of people. May have been some guiding, but a woman doing the guiding got out and took her kid in the school near where we had parked. Also kind of a dead end cul-de sac area.
Ikea w/ CVS/Target
20700 Avalon Blvd., Carson, CA 90746
https://www.google.com/maps/place/20700+Avalon+Blvd,+Carson,+CA+90746/@33.8594501,-118.2783909,12.84z/data=!4m6!3m5!1s0x80dd3523f37b5e4b:0x8a346e56ad22f9de!8m2!3d33.8430779!4d-118.259898!16s%2Fg%2F11bw3g9_r9?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI2MDYwMS4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D
Stopped at a shopping center with Ikea (find) and a target/CVS. I kept waiting for some sort of instruction or figuring out where to go, but nothing came. Fell asleep. Woke up. Darkness coming and still saw nothing. Started to drive off alone, but I think I was intercepted once I left the parking and was taken to a Residential cul-de-sac near an air field ****Air field in COMPTON***, end of day then Night, house, puzzle, setup. Cops. Older possibly in his late fifties to early sixties who had been watching me from his vehicle interacted with the cops. Cops spoke to someone on the radio. Came back literally told me to “Get the hell out.”
Older man guided me out and taken to a different area in compton.
Compton.
https://www.google.com/maps/@33.8973657,-118.25867,3a,75y,197.32h,94.55t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1s8D1MAgpqcypocGRZV_CvVg!2e0!6shttps:%2F%2Fstreetviewpixels-pa.googleapis.com%2Fv1%2Fthumbnail%3Fcb_client%3Dmaps_sv.tactile%26w%3D900%26h%3D600%26pitch%3D-4.554320178308203%26panoid%3D8D1MAgpqcypocGRZV_CvVg%26yaw%3D197.31912688495743!7i16384!8i8192?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI2MDYwMS4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D
https://www.google.com/maps/@33.8974477,-118.2586354,3a,75y,324.74h,71.72t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1sw5UYrUO0-6WhvBKhUwgg4g!2e0!6shttps:%2F%2Fstreetviewpixels-pa.googleapis.com%2Fv1%2Fthumbnail%3Fcb_client%3Dmaps_sv.tactile%26w%3D900%26h%3D600%26pitch%3D18.284375541688405%26panoid%3Dw5UYrUO0-6WhvBKhUwgg4g%26yaw%3D324.740432733106!7i16384!8i8192?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI2MDYwMS4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D
https://www.google.com/maps/@33.8974905,-118.2584085,3a,75y,353.41h,62.82t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1sLZ5cyevES4xDO8kUD9umcg!2e0!6shttps:%2F%2Fstreetviewpixels-pa.googleapis.com%2Fv1%2Fthumbnail%3Fcb_client%3Dmaps_sv.tactile%26w%3D900%26h%3D600%26pitch%3D27.18318581860538%26panoid%3DLZ5cyevES4xDO8kUD9umcg%26yaw%3D353.40984782555057!7i16384!8i8192?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI2MDYwMS4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D
Kept thinking this must be a prank, but too elaborate an expensive, but couldn’t make sense of any of it.
Park at the end of the day with a bunch of old guys. Then a gated community. Thought led into the gated community so I would have somewhere to stay, but the woman came out with her son to see why I was parked there. I left and parked on the street elsewhere near some trash cans and would move every so often throughout the night. I can’t remember if I was woken to move, but probably so.
Maybe place after compton. Residential area. No bathroom at all. Residential area with fenced in yards. Right on side walk. No real trees or shrubbery. Had to hide behind trash bins to pee, had to walk multiple blocks multiple times to have diarrhea under something that barely qualified as a tree in front of an elementary school. I felt very, vey bad about messing with a kids school yard, but couldn’t find an alternative. Had to walk in the middle of the street in the dark to try to stay safe. Don’t recall being followed.
San Diego
Arrived toward the end of the day. Stopped at scenic point or two along ocean. Appeared to be taking the scenic route. Minor trolling as appeared to stop so we could talk, but when I missed the turnoff and returned they were gone.
Restaurant/Concert
Kept being forced to go back in because no direction to go elsewhwer. Older man in red sweater. Younger man with a cell phone he was watching. Older man only came out at the end. He had done something weird with the sound. Something about songs mostly reducing to two different songs. I think one may have been a fight song. The older man seemed very self-satisfied. There was something deeply disturbing about him. The things they did with the sound and songs being reduced had maybe started in compton with making me endure really, really loud noises. I remember it was awful. I remember being on the floor of the front passenger seat with my hands over my ears and my eyes closed. I remember having issues with something like spasming or having a small fit. It was truly awful. For some reason I remember them saying something like just a little more even though I was huddled on the floor in agony.
Navy Motel 6 extended stay
https://www.motel6.com/property/motel-national-city-california-us-293941/?checkin=07%2F06%2F2026&checkout=08%2F06%2F2026&rooms=1&guests=1&rooms_config=1-1&flexibleDaysCount=&selected_rcid=285494&ratePlan%5Bid%5D=1&ratePlan%5Bvalues%5D=1%2C10%2C28%2C12%2C30%2C15%2C13%2C11%2C31%2C32%2C33%2C16%2C23%2C9%2C34%2C35%2C36%2C27%2C37%2C38%2C29%2C14%2C2&ratePlan%5Btype%5D=best_rate&ratePlan%5Btitle%5D=Best%20Rate
Two identical very large trucks on either side of a hotel room door. Directed to park in between. Because it was listed as extended stay, I took all of the things out of the car and unpacked them. Went to bed.
Awoken very early in the morning with the feeling of electrical shocks to my heart. These shocks were set to a much higher setting than had been used previously. There were two robust middle aged white men on the far side of the parking lot pointing devices at me. It was made clear that I was being taken away from the room. Because it was an extended stay and they were not giving me time to pack anything. I quickly grabbed what I could carry which was a backpack and the two cat carriers. I thought I might finally be going before a judge or something of that nature so I unfortunately opted for a nicer pair of shoes than the blundstone boots I had been wearing. These shoes were very poorly suited for walking and had previously resulted in the loss of a toenail when used for a trip to Boston with a prolonged walk. However, they were great for everyday wear and no one told me I would not be returning and I did not assume that given I was not being allowed to take my things. In fact, I assumed the I would be coming back though I did take an extra case with my digital camera equipment because it had $3,000-$4,000 of equipment in it that I could never have afforded to replace at the time.
Where things started to turn sour (though soured some while in compton with sound and sleep deprivation.
UCSD Emergency room
Mexico
Rosarito
Paid bribe to police officer for running a stop sign immediately after pulling off highway into Rosarito.
Drove up and down the commercial strip before choosing one of the first hotels I passed. It charged by the hour, but was reasonably clean if also bare. There was nothing sleazy about it. The other people staying there were fine. There was a young guy in his early twenties minding the front desk. He was friendly, answered my questions, and looked up information on where to find the nearest library in Tijuana where they might have computers available for accessing the Internet. At some point before going to sleep, I saw a car pull in and out of the parking area. It seemed blatantly suspicious. I assumed my car was being tracked in the US. I wasn’t as clear about Mexico. I left early the next morning before sunrise and headed south along the coast towards Ensenada. The light along the coast had a very nice quality. I chose Ensenada because Michele McCunny, the UCSD professor who taught my watercolor class, mentioned raising her family there. I guessed she would be unlikely to raise her family in a sketchy place.
I ended up getting a room at a hotel in El Sauzal just outside of Ensenada. I thought I was in Ensenada and only found out a little later that I hadn’t quite driven far enough, but lodging was cheaper in El Sauzal, so I stayed there for two nights. The first night was fine. I woke up the next day and walked and drove around a bit trying to get a sense of the place before heading over to Ensenada. There was a significant commercial area in the downtown. I exchanged some money and looked for a wallet since I had left mine at the San Diego Motel 6. I track of where I had parked my car and spent a long time trying to find it again. I went back to the hotel and went out again to find food.
El Sauzal
Hotel Sausalito 2 nights, problems on second night
Police station on second night:
San Diego back up to Los Angeles
Emergency room at UCSD.
Jewish Family Services Safe Parking Program - called, spoke to woman, got the name and address of a gated church parking lot
Kaiser Parking lot:
https://www.google.com/maps/@32.8309064,-117.1266016,3a,75y,97.3h,102.27t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1sRD7cUdJ7WvMatuyvkPYpqg!2e0!6shttps:%2F%2Fstreetviewpixels-pa.googleapis.com%2Fv1%2Fthumbnail%3Fcb_client%3Dmaps_sv.tactile%26w%3D900%26h%3D600%26pitch%3D-12.27381015006442%26panoid%3DRD7cUdJ7WvMatuyvkPYpqg%26yaw%3D97.29577081516288!7i16384!8i8192?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI2MDYxNi4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D
North Hollywood.
Arrival
Sunrise Ford
Dropped early in the morning at Sunrise Ford. Stayed for a very long time until it opened. Selling of car. Given a good deal for selling at a dealership, but never would have sold the car, especially at a dealership because of the lower price. Did not have the money to replace the car. May technically have the appearance of being sold of my free well, but didn’t really have a choice about selling. Had no idea what was going on. Scared out of my mind. Clearly didn’t have enough money. Assumed I would be able to move on given it was made clear from the beginning that who I thought to be the LAPD wanted me out of town. They were zapping me, intercepting and blocking my phone data. They repeatedly said they wanted me gone fast.
Plant of izzy as homeless guy. Plain clothes officer following me who smiled when I spoke to Izzy.
I tried to do my best, but my cats were sick and dehydrated. One was definitely a lot sicker than the other. Both needed shots in order to travel. I didn’t know the rules for traveling with cats because I had never traveled with them before. I got erroneous information from one of the vet offices that I could travel with them via Amtrak, so I made that my goal. The vet examined the cats, but said they were too sick to get vaccinated. I got medication and iv fluids for them.
Car driven at me while waiting for bus. Meant to mirror hit demonstrated on trip back up north from san diego.
Eventually headed out trying to find the Amtrak. Had to leave a case with $3-4000 of camera equipment under a bush in the grocery store shrubbery because I couldn’t carry it. Assume people/law ebnforcement were watching because it was gone when I returned and had been conspicuously replaced with trash. I was eventually able to get to the bus stop with the cats, but it was hard because they were so heavy. Continually be harassed by police to get the hell out of town. Someone who I seem to remember as a cop tried to veer into me with a car while I was standing at the bus stop. I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. I took the cats back to the vet and boarded them. Then I left the vets office and looked for somewhere to sleep. I was in a decent residential area. There were no good places to sleep. I found a place between some dumpsters at an apartment building. I hid there. The cops knew where I was the whole time. They eventually came and flushed me out.
Followed around by cars and people in plain clothes who I thought were police.
Slept on a large canvas totebag on sidewalk
Screwed with in sleep. Remember something about being told I could stay there and that I and my “family” presumably my two cats were welcome. Given slim jims and cheese or something like that.
At some point put out on the corner of blank and blank to hitch hike out. Picked up by a guy who offered to take me to Van Nuys in exchange for going to his house for sex. I said no thank you and got out of the car. Continued to try to hitch hike. Guys passing guy clearly eying me for sex. However no other sex workers present anyhwhere in sight. Passed that same corner any number of nights during my two month stay and never saw a single sex worker at that intersection. While trying to hitchhike, two uniformed police officers (white males robust builds probably in their thirties) in a police SUV with a north hollywood police insignia stopped and told me stay on the curb because they didn’t want me to get hurt. They were clearly laughing at me and thought the whole thing was pretty funny.
My feet.
Forced march with cats. After this noise machines aroudn town started getting turned off.
Forced march out of town which ended at the research center.
Research Area
Kaiser Permanente Regional Reference Laboratories
11668 Sherman Way
Los Angeles, CA
https://www.google.com/maps/@34.2011143,-118.3863419,3a,75y,218.48h,93.53t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1stPza3fnPm3wAoOCyfLQpvg!2e0!6shttps:%2F%2Fstreetviewpixels-pa.googleapis.com%2Fv1%2Fthumbnail%3Fcb_client%3Dmaps_sv.tactile%26w%3D900%26h%3D600%26pitch%3D-3.5263465016846%26panoid%3DtPza3fnPm3wAoOCyfLQpvg%26yaw%3D218.47941466508462!7i16384!8i8192?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI2MDYxNi4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D
Library
Tent
Initially screwed with during sleep. Would sometimes remember it the next day, but it is entirely possibly I would not always remember it. Think people would talk and say things intended to be subliminal. No longer remember the exact content if I ever knew it. Gradually, this sort of behavior stopped.
Woken with electrical charge to heart every two hours and forced to exercise. Exhausted.
If they were pleased they would rarely leave the door to the bathroom unlocked. If they were unhappy about something I did like looking at their faces, they would re lock the bathroom doors and force me to exercise without access to a bathroom throughout the whole night or until I did something they liked again. Without proper access to a bathroom, I felt like I constantly smelled of urine. Prior issues with prolapses and some urinary incontinence. Frequent issues for women with hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos.
Settled into a routine
Forced to exercise
Sound
Punishments
Fire engines
St. Matthews
Izzy
North hollywood library
Trip back to Oakland
Oakland