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I am the focus of a COMMUNITY OUTREACH PROGRAM. This time it began in the Friendship Shelter in Laguna Beach, California on March 18, 2020. Just as the worldwide COVID virus pandemic caused the quarantine and shelter in place of the public, and entire nation. I was reluctant to accept the offer to stay in a homeless shelter. I am resourceful enough to not need to reside with a group of mental patients in their natural habitat. The drug culture was undeniable by the heroin needle in a roomates arm, and a leather belt tied around his bicep, and the pookie poisoning, with an ultra limitless degree of sinister secrets because my the vibe. Pussy is the last thing on John Drivers mind, as he obsessively blogs his research from the last Ruby Navy Heart-Eater, L.i.S.A., and the obliteration, shatter, and, pain he endured. Special trained Psycho-Violence with psychological weapons that snap his mind like a rabid nazi war dog.
Thrust into a mental health program by the stalking and harrasment charge in Santa Monica and the LAX courthouse police, ordered by Marie, aka:portchlight, the first Tinder date in 2014, Drivers perception switches between acceptance and reluctance to participate is overwhelmed by the introduction of another fake friend, and another, as they begin to overlap now.
OC Mental Health department in Orange County provides a counselor, Evangelia (E- van- gelina) was so sweet, like L I.S.A.(Lisa), that her kindness totally conceals the knowledge she has, and the insight Driver does not have. Detailing the reason he doesn't want any resources that include housing with a group of unknown zombies, a plant would be inserted and another Fake friend scams would be the result. Without telling her surprise of his insight of the outreach, Evangelia introduces her associate, Kenny. A 23 year old Asian kid that so effortlessly confided in Driver about how amazing his book is, his masterful use of the F word as punctuation, noun, verb and adjective, and, his experience of gangstalking. Driver plays this conversation to the maximum time limit with the punk Kenny, to the conclusion when Kenny says, "And one more thing. A Mazda CX-5 SUV is what comes to his mind. What do you make of that, John?"
"What color, Tojo?" Drivers racist reply goes uncontested. Kenny is never seen again.
Back to Laguna Beach now.
How toxic is a hotel converted into a storage unit for over 25 residents with drug addiction, mental illness, and, just weak genetic chemistry. Each has over flower the wreckage of the past and have hit the skids here. I don't have insight, other than to take it at face value. I don't know anyone. I always show respect and kindness to anyone I have no idea who they are. Oddly, everyone seems to know each other as they smoke it up on the balcony over looking the most beautiful view of the pacific ocean. Formerly the Coast hotel and boom boom room. Homo headquarters in the 90's(I screen printed for those guys). All gone now due to the Community Outreach efforts that have streamlined the operation. Literally, from the hill residents to the navy off the coast and the drones over head, they communicate on an am gm radio channel, with lights, and a web portal only fema cops have access to.
Drivers roomates are chill as they get their poison on. Suddenly, the loud exhaust pipes begin swarming the building. Only noticeable by the Anchoring on Kepler street. A dog is barking in the building in the distance, "am I in a kennel?" And, it sounds like bigfoot is screeching his basketball cons on the hallway floor, and bellowing a morbid let my steady groan. A wicked theater of harrasment has begun, and, Driver looks for his popcorn and bud light. Idiot on.
Kenny the heroin addict, and street punk who answers his cell phone, "Auto glass. How can I help you," as if it is bring your kid to work day, this narrative he has memorized to close customers that are in need of a new vehicle windshield are manipulated by his words, and with a shit eating grin from Kenny the heroin addict, as he is impressed with the perception that he is impressing others in ear shot, with his GASLIGHTING sales closing pitch. He plans to just post up, losing his past life for this place now until the end of the summer he states.
There is a brief encounter with a lady and a white dog on the balcony. Thinking about GiZMO, Driver attempts to put the moves on this little flower. She turns herself into a manaquin and just like that, Driver thinks to himself, "I will ignore this but." It is bizarre behavior for sure, but, I mean, it is a homeless shelter, and a lady who claims she is married to the MOB, and has stalkers, are the narrative that prepares Driver for another shit show to come.
The next day, Kenny the heroin addict blows his top when he bursts into the cell with an emotional outburst, "So me one shit on the floor of the men's bathroom." Un-phased, Driver does not get sucked into this. He watches as Kenny escalates his illogical anger and authors a paralegal level complaint he submits to the office.
Driver takes a peek at the pooh in question. It is dog poop. Two small drops outside the toilet stall doors. When he came mean back to take a leak just minutes later, the pooh is now smeared on the mirror over the sink in the form of a "?." The Mystery Shitter has struck. Driver has been told this story before. 40 years ago, he overheard his dad tell this story to his close friends. A psychological mind fuck by a nemisis who's identity is unknown.
Kenny is a cop. He can take a hint. He is not my roomate any longer. (see Falls out of bed and hits his head on the floor like a bowling ball. As if he was an infant.)
The lady with the dog has a name. Nooshin Mazzotti. Like HB Mazzottis. she claims he abandoned her. But I know she means I abandoned my wife natasha.(I did not) Nooshin is a punk actor like Linkogle, Lisa, and, well, those two were the best. I watched Kenny tell her all I wanted to do is bang her. Nooshin went right into character from there and arranged a ride in my car to circle K. John Gonzales my roomate with Kenny, was driving. I sat in the backseat. Gonzales got out to buy beer. just she and I, Nooshin turns from the front passenger seat and says with a great big smile, "Do you want me to suck your d*CK?"
That opened the perception of the air b and b occupants, and all the neighbors as watchers. The same as Kepler street. A while if Community approach.
She claimed Sean penns people were stalking her. That she is married to the MOB, she is watching guys stalk her from the kitchen s cond floor, and other indirect conversation tactics. When I ask her things later in that topic, she began to gaslight me. I thought, "again?"
COVID had cut my income from 40 hours a week, to behind four payments on the new "Buggy" I bought at Lucky Auto, just in time, I might add.
May brought a transition that was a Mario type incident that got me "Exited," from the shelter, luckily, a new job the next city over in Lake Forest, and, Nooshin transformed into a size one, Iranian national, with lol nes like, "I want kids. This pussy is yours. I made you coffee," it was a new honey hole, or watering hole now, that she kept me hanging around after work daily. Like Lisa did. I knew it. I was being set up again. I participated willingly. This time, I used discretion and recorded the important parts. The fake stuff. Nooshin is the most intelligent dumb ass out of them all. She is crude and a dog. She cannot relate to what I was doing because she is not home grown as she tries to inspire the perception of. The narrative she used is obvious to me, effective for her for awhile.
The grade school buddies I have are from before Lenny Mazzotti and his main street fame as an employer. A few of them have experienced the Nooshin show. We compared notes. The Mazzotti family are deep Portland social justice outreach special forces. Experienced and family mob strong like Navarro and his sister's.
March to September 1, 2020, made this a six months operation that Nooshin cycled through rapid style in route to her "big bag of loot," like Linkogle would say.
She did not close the deal on me and now her narrative is venomous, evil, and, desperate. The more wicked and angry she got as she and Lenny threaten d me with empty theater, the more confident that she is desperate, and in fear for her safety now. Confirming everything I have documented for the past five years.
The connection to Tito and his new position as the Mayor of Huntington Beach adds a special flavor to the Mayor if Menifee joke I made in 2016, and, explained me her hiding out in the sand at the Golden West dog beach. She couldn't help herself, when she gave it away she is actually viewing my google photos.
If you have read my book DRIVEN, then, she would know, I will not be walked by into that trap.
It's a full moon. Exactly 90 days from the last time I saw her in my vehicle and Gonzales is under surveillance at ampm in anaheim. I didn't know this until this day. A sixth sense I have now after the swarming lifestyle I have with these COPS now. (see FIRED.) The two Anaheim police cars let ght it up and race out in less me to each other from behind the freeway over pass across the street. They are Communicating with lights.
The perception could be they are Mocking me to let me know they disrupted Gonzales, a friend or support in their eyes, since it is a violation of human rights for the police to call the boss and defame him, like "he beats women," which Nooshin for sure is responsible for, with, help from Micheal that was in the shelter. Or, the Police are giving heads up to inspire the fuel in me to take action against the COPS, because they don't like them. It is a money thing. It outweighs any respect, that can be delusionally created, that they have for me, over Tito or Frank. But, I am FREE AND AT LARGE. So, the story continues....
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