Laz Rojas - an old Doomer in trouble.

[Biodegradable]

Hot damn, that's great news, Laz!

[Andromeda]

Fucking ridiculous.
https://www.sgvtribune.com/2021/07/18/officer-of-the-year-in-el-monte-didnt-work-a-single-day-in-2020/

[Lizardcommando]

Jesus that is nuts. This guy is clearly a nepo hire that is extremely underqualified for the job. I wouldn't hire this guy to guard a broken toilet in an abandoned junkyard.

[Laz Rojas]

On 3/24/2024 at 12:53 PM, Andromeda said:

Fucking ridiculous.
https://www.sgvtribune.com/2021/07/18/officer-of-the-year-in-el-monte-didnt-work-a-single-day-in-2020/

 

That's him. That's the bastard who did this to me, the hellspawn who destroyed my life and is responsible for everything I've suffered the past two years.

 

So he spent all that time on that case and still couldn't close it and had to be replaced by another guy, yet he fabricated a false case against me and took it to the D.A. in a day without any investigation at all. This makes my blood boil to a degree I can't describe.

 

The man is corrupt and evil, but his day is coming. My lawsuit will put the spotlight on him in federal court and I doubt his career will survive it. When he interrogated me, he told me I was full of sh*t and I was going to prison. He may be the one going to prison after all is said and done.

 

Thank you for finding this article and posting it, Andromeda. I've brought it to the attention of my attorneys.

Edited March 28 by Laz Rojas

[OniriA]

I feel like karma is slowly but surely taking effect to bring you the justice you long deserve. It might take some time, but surely your struggles won't be in vain.

 

May this spring bring new hope and light in your life Mr. Rojas.

Edited March 28 by OniriA

[Blzut3]

I guess 2020 was his best work after all!

[Laz Rojas]

X

[taufan99]

Let's hope justice comes due on April 18 this time.

[Panzermann11]

Oh, I'm relieved to hear some great news after the trouble you went through. Fingers crossed Carlos gets his shit-covered ass kicked in the trial.

Edited April 20 by Panzermann11

[ChopBlock223]

KICK HIS ASS!

[Laz Rojas]

On 4/3/2024 at 1:11 AM, Panzermann11 said:

Oh, I'm relieved to hear some great news after the trouble you went through. Fingers crossed Carlos get his shit-covered ass kicked in the trial.

I'm hoping there isn't a trial. If there is, this could take months to get resolved, and I don't know how much longer I can take living on the street. I hope they choose to settle relatively soon, as long as I get a sufficiently large amount. But even a settlement could take time to work out.

[Laz Rojas]

I feel like I'm hanging by a thread lately. I simply can't do this anymore. I apologize if some of this seems a bit disjointed, but I felt like I was having a nervous breakdown last night and I'm trying to get my thoughts together and write about just a few of my most recent experiences living on the street.This nightmare started over two years ago, and I've been on the street for fifteen months now, and there seems to be no end in sight. Six months ago, I had the mental, emotional, and physical strength and energy to deal with all of this and keep going, to keep dealing with every aspect of my situation and hang on. But I've hit the wall. My reserves are depleted. I've been able to stay at a hotel whenever it's rained or been very cold thanks to GoFundMe donations, but the rest of the time, life on the street has worn me down completely. Worn me down in every way -- mentally, emotionally, and physically.

 

Every night, I must wait until 1 AM to sneak into the park where I sleep and avoid the police crackdowns on the homeless. I wake up at six, and after waking up two or three times overnight to urinate and then falling asleep again, I probably get no more than three and a half hours of actual sleep. Night after night of this cat-and-mouse game with the cops and getting little sleep takes its toll and leaves me without enough wherewithal to handle everything else that comes my way. Such as the following incident.

 

Two months ago, I woke up around 6 AM one morning as I usually do. It was still dark, and as far as I could tell, I was the only person in the park because no one else sneaks into the park at 1 AM after the cops stop searching. As I was packing up my stuff to take the train to Azusa, a guy suddenly appeared next to me. He was Hispanic and in his twenties, and he asked me in Spanish if the bathroom was working. I told him I hadn't used it so I didn't know.

 

As I continued packing, he just stood there watching what I was doing, and I started to feel very uncomfortable. I tried to ignore him, wondering what he was up to, then he asked me what I was doing. I said, "I'm packing up to leave. I slept here last night." He said, "You slept here?" I said, "Yeah, but I'm leaving now."

 

He continued watching me pack, then he suddenly asked, "Do you want me to suck your d*ck?"

 

I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. I said, "What was that? I didn't understand you."

 

"Do you want me to suck your d*ck?" he repeated.

 

For a moment, I didn't even react. I was so taken back, so stunned and caught off guard. Then I said, "No."

 

"You don't like it?" he asked.

 

"No!" I responded, much more emphatically. I had no idea where things were going to go from there, and I quickly considered bringing out my stun gun, but he just turned around and took off.

 

After he left, I must have stood there for at least a full minute, still in disbelief of what had just happened. Then I finished packing, thinking, "God, why do things like this happen to me? Why must I experience situations like this?"

 

Fast forward to this past Tuesday night, I stayed at the north end of the park, where the police don't go when they raid the park, to wait until 1 AM before going to the bench where I sleep. Whenever they raid the park, it's always between 10 PM and 1 AM. Sometimes they come around once, sometimes twice, sometimes not at all. But until now, they've ever come after 1, so I feel fairly safe going to sleep at that time. While I was waiting last night, around midnight, a homeless guy approaches me and starts to talk to me. He was Hispanic and spoke in Spanish, but I couldn't understand half of what he said because it sounded like gibberish. He invited me to take the train with him out to Santa Monica or East L.A. I politely told him that I always stayed in Pasadena for the night and that I didn't want to go somewhere else. For the next hour, he continued to insist over and over again, trying to convince me. An hour! I don't know how many times I politely declined, but he wouldn't take no for an answer and continued to try to convince. Three separate times he gave up and left, only to return less than a minute later and resume trying to convince me. As this went on for an hour, I got increasingly upset, angry, and scared, but I never showed it. I tried to remain as calm as possible and kept politely declining. I said things like, "Please, I really like staying around here and I don't want to go anywhere else tonight. If you want to go, go on ahead without me. Don't worry about me. Have a good time." But he just kept at it and at it.

 

I couldn't believe any of this. I had already been feeling very down, and now I found myself in this situation and predicament. I never, ever would have anticipated anything like this, any more than when that other guy three weeks ago asked me if I wanted him to suck my d*ck. I considered just getting up and leaving, but with my aching feet I wouldn't have been able to get away quickly if he followed me. So I just sat there, feeling completely trapped and indecisive, praying for him to finally give up and leave. I started out asking God to make him go away, and as the time went on, I reached the point where I prayed, "God, is it too hard for you to just make this guy go away? Why is this happening? Get him away from me, please!" I have a stun gun and pepper spray in my duffel bag, but I don't want to use those unless absolutely necessary because I don't know how things may turn out if I do, so all I could do was continue to pray and continue politely declining the guy's invitation.

 

At one point, he offered me a cigarette, and even though I told him, "No, I don't smoke. Never have. Thank you", he continued to offer it and insist about every five minutes. I was ready to explode, to scream, to do something, but I just sat there and continued to decline and to pray.

 

He finally gave up and left and didn't return, and when I looked at the time, it was almost 1 AM. I just sat there for about ten minutes, still shocked by the whole thing and my head spinning, then I decided to get up and head for the bench, At that moment, a police car came into the park. I stayed where I was and watched as they circled around, then they stopped in front of a bandshell in center of the park and stayed there with lights on and engine running for fifteen minutes. Then they left. I waited another ten minutes or so, then got up and went to the bench. I was so frazzled by the whole thing that I couldn't even think straight. After a few minutes, I ended up setting up the bench to sleep and finally lay down. It was nearly 2 AM by that point, and I slept probably no more than three hours. When I rode the train the next morning, I actually got carsick and felt vertigo from the lack of sleep.

 

Fast forward again to yesterday. I'm sitting in the park in Monrovia where I always have dinner before going to the Pasadena park where I sleep. It's just past 6 PM and I'd just finished dinner when a homeless guy walks into the park cursing and screaming. He walked around the park several times, then he saw me sitting at the picnic table and approached. I tried to ignore him completely, not even look at him or draw his attention in any way. He proceeded to walk around my table several times, cursing and screaming at me. For the first time, I brought out my stun gun, surreptitiously so he wouldn't see it, and was prepared to actually use it. I prayed to God to make him go, and after a couple of minutes, he walked off and left the park. After he left, I tested the gun and found out it wouldn't spark, it had lost its charge. Thank God I didn't have to use it. I've recharged it now at CHJ, where I'm typing this on their computer.

 

After I left Monrovia and took the train to Pasadena, a homeless woman got on with a ton of stuff. I was the only person in the car, and she sat at the other end. Then she started arguing with some figment of her imagination, yelling and cursing at one of the seats as if someone had been sitting there. I prayed she didn't notice me and turn her attention to me. A couple of stops later, three people got on who were together, and one had a dog. The homeless woman started yelling and screaming at them and the dog started barking. The people tried to ignore them but she kept at it. One of them used the emergency intercom to report it. Then another homeless woman came in from the next car and started screaming at the first one to shut up and leave the people alone. The train stopped in between stations for about ten minutes, and I thought someone would come to deal with the situation, but no one did. Then the train started moving again, and the first homeless woman got off at the next stop. The entire time, I felt like I've been dropped into the pit of hell, surrounded by demons, with no way to escape. Like I'm trapped in a giant, open-air insane asylum with no walls.

 

I just can't deal with any of this anymore. It's like I've finally run out of gas, like I've hit a brick wall. Things that I could do six months ago, I can't do anymore. My physical condition is nothing like it was just six months ago. I have little energy and a lot of aches and pains. My feet hurt like hell, worse than before. After not hurting for a few weeks, they're hurting now worse than ever. Both of them hurt equally, and every time I take a step and put my weight on them, they feel as if they are being crushed in a vice. Before, the pain was bad but I could deal with it, I could press on. Now it's crippling. I'm literally forcing myself to walk, at about a quarter my normal speed. I also tire very easily. Walking just one block leaves me out of breath, when back in August I walked 40 blocks one night through Pasadena without stopping once for a break. I'm also more sensitive to cold than my mother was even in her later years. I used to be able to tolerate the cold; now I shiver in 50 degree weather and it feels like 30 to me.

 

Until now, I've been able to manage, to steel myself and bite the bullet and deal with my situation, and do whatever was necessary to get by day to day, one day at a time. Now I can't summon up the strength, I can't dredge it up anymore. Like I said, it feels like I've suddenly hit a brick wall. I'm exhausted mentally, emotionally, and physically. I feel like a car that's been running on fumes for the past few months and has now completely run out of gas. Not a drop left in the tank.

 

Now the defendants in my lawsuit, who were supposed to respond by yesterday, have asked for more time. If they want more time, I fear they're going to delay this for months and play hardball. If that's the case, I won't make it. I simply won't. I don't even know how I'm going to make it to next week. I simply cannot go on like this for weeks or even months more. I simply cannot do it. Like I said, I've hit the wall. There is no way I can survive until this lawsuit is resolved if it takes a lot of time. What are they planning to do, make up more lies to fight me and claim Molina did nothing wrong and that I deserve everything that's happened and don't deserve any compensation or justice? Damn these people to hell. They are going to be the death of me. It's as if they fatally wounded me more than two years ago and it's taken this long for me to slowly die.

 

To top it all off, I am almost $500 in debt. With all the rain that's hit Southern California nearly every weekend for the past two months, I've been using Afterpay to book more days at the hotel and to buy new clothes and sneakers because my old ones were worn out. With Afterpay, you can split your purchases into four separate bi-weekly installments to be paid over a period of two months. I applied for General Relief for the third time and gambled I'd get it and be able to make all the payments, but they denied me yet again. So now I'm stuck, and this debt hanging over my head is adding to all the mental stress I already had.

 

I feel like I'm going to lose my mind. Everything has taken a sudden nose dive lately. I've reached the point of panic these last couple of days and it seems things are going to get worse, not better. I feel I'm trapped with no way out. I've tried for months and months to cling to my faith and be strong, and for the most part I've succeeded, but now I suddenly feel like I'm drowning and I see no relief in sight. I am overwhelmed, and I am scared. All the anxiety I've held off and kept at bay has come down on me like a tidal wave, and I feel utter desperation.

 

[Murdoch]

Given what hell you've been through this is no surprise. Plenty of people would have given up. I'm not going to say keep fighting or cliches like that because in circumstances as dire as these that's almost patronizing. What i will say is i do hope you find the strength you need to keep going, and justice is finally served.

[TF_Doomer]

Again more proof as to why I would not care if all of California sinks into the ocean. That is terrible! Like wtf .

seriously hope it gets way better for you cause Jesus Christ the whole situation is just fubar. Hopefully it will be possible for you to get out of that cesspit of a state

Edited April 19 by TF_Doomer

[Laz Rojas]

An addendum to the update I posted above, because this happened just a few hours after I posted it.

 

On the train out to Monrovia after I left CHJ, a homeless guy came aboard in Pasadena and started smoking a cigarette. Smoking is illegal on the trains and in the stations. A man sitting at the end of the car saw him and reported it over the intercom. When the smoker realized it, he started cussing the man out and threatening him.

 

They exchanged words and the smoker became more belligerent. The man got up and went over to the smoker and invited him to hit him. They squared off for a moment, then the homeless guy made a move and the man punched him in the face. Hard.

 

The homeless smoker started whining about it and making more threats, but he got off at the next stop. The man who punched the smoker then turned to me and said, "I'm sorry about that, sir." I said, "Don't worry about it, I don't blame you." Then he went back to his seat.

 

I found the whole thing disturbing and thought I was going to witness a terrible fight right there in front of my face. The entire time, I was trying to decide what to do if the situation really got out of hand -- get off at the next stop or flee into the next car. In just the past three days, I've already witnessed or been involved in enough incidents for several months. It's a nightmare. And every day, every minute, that the defense delays is a furtherance of the crimes committed against me and an unforgivable delay of the justice and compensation and restitution that I deserve. My award should go up for every day they delay.

[Panzermann11]

So I know plenty of folks said something like this already, but if the lawsuit manages to come around and you win it, my suggestion after that is get the hell out of California ay-ess-ay-pee, and find a new life in a new place. It's obvious CA is unsuited for someone like you, and it's only gonna be worse for your wellbeing the longer you reside in there. I'm not sure if airports would be happy to let you in, though.

 

I urge you not to give up, Lazaro, no matter how bad things eventually get. I still honestly can't believe one, single man has managed to ruin your entire life by making up things about you and your mom, and no amount of money nor happiness would make you forget what you're experiencing right now.

 

California knows how to party, but it sure as hell also knows how to make people's lives rough as a damn cliff.

Edited April 28 by Panzermann11

[Laz Rojas]

Another installment of "The Adventures of Laz", which perhaps should be subtitled "To Live and Die in L A."

 

The homeless problem here is getting worse all the time. In just the past few months, I've witnessed the number of homeless people steadily increase in the areas I frequent. There are all kinds of homeless people, so you can't paint them all with the same brush. They range from people like me, who are clean and conscientious and are on the street for a variety of reasons, to burnt out zombies with either mental problems or substance abuse issues or both.

 

The prevalence of the latter can be blamed on state and county officials, who actually released people from mental institutions and put them on the street. If you ask me, it's a deliberate agenda to destroy society here. California is a failed state for sure, and the L.A. of today bears no resemblance to the city that I lived in from 1987 to 2004. I lived in Miami for six and a half years after that, and I regret coming back in 2011. Perhaps if I hadn't, I might not have suffered the identity theft in 2012 that ruined the next decade for my mom and me, and not be where I am today.

 

Just four months ago, the train would be relatively empty when I took it from Pasadena to Azusa at around 6:30 every morning. Now it is half-full of homeless people. You know they're homeless because they have tons of stuff with them and are all asleep, sometimes sprawled out across several seats. Compared to them, I travel light, carrying only a duffel bag and a small backpack -- both of which I guard with my life after my original ones were stolen on the train last year and I lost everything in them.

 

This morning, there was a guy sleeping a few seats down from me, completely hunched over with his head between his knees. He woke up for a moment and made some jiggling motions which made it look like he was dancing, then went back to sleep. Moments later, he fell out of the seat and to the floor. He didn't even wake up or react, and just lay there in the center aisle. He was still there when I got off, and you'd have thought he had keeled over and died after someone had shot him.

 

Last night, as I was riding the train from Monrovia to Pasadena, I suddenly smelled the stench of gasoline coming from the rear half of the car I was riding in. Three people then came into my half from the rear half, apparently to escape the fumes. I asked them, "Do you smell gasoline?" and one guy just pointed in the direction he had come from. I got out of my seat just enough to peek into the rear half and saw a guy sitting at the far end pouring liquid out of a bottle and on the floor.

 

When I got to my stop, I got off and saw three Metro ambassadors on the platform. I went directly to them and told them, "There's a horrible stench of gasoline on that train and a guy with a bottle. Car 1148 B."

 

One of the ambassadors said he'd report it. From his demeanor, I got the impression he wouldn't bother.

 

I'm writing this sitting on a bench in a plaza beside the train's last stop in Azusa. This is where I spend the daytime on weekends when CHJ is closed. It's just after noon, and it's a nice and quiet area. Serene, even. During the day, that is. At night is another story. Homeless people sleep here, and some are out of their minds. I tried sleeping here once, and I encountered one guy pacing back and forth growling like a dog and was confronted by another who accused me of stealing his stuff. Hence why I sleep in Pasadena and play cat-and-mouse with the cops.

 

When I got here today, there was an employee cleaning the area. I'd just gotten off the train, and as I passed him, he indicated some broken glass and other trash on the ground and asked me point blank, "Is this your stuff?"

 

I was taken by surprise by the sudden question, and I said, "No, I just got here."

 

Apparently, he didn't believe me, because he said, "This isn't a campground."

 

I said nothing and continued on my way as he cleaned up the mess, and I went to a bench at the far end of the plaza. After I sat down, I thought about what he'd said and got angry. I had half a mind to go back and say, "What are you asking ME for? As I said, I just got here. Look at me. Do I look like a bum? I'm clean and I'm neat, and I don't litter or leave trash around. In fact, I often pick up other people's trash, and it pisses me off when I see trash on a bench or all over the ground and there's a trash can right there." But I thought better of it and decided it wasn't worth the time nor the effort. So I sat and relaxed for a while, and now I'm writing this.

 

Most people don't realize I'm homeless because I look clean and neat and don't carry much with me. In fact, a few months ago, I struck up a conversation with two Metro ambassadors while riding a train, and at one point, one of them started complaining about the "unhoused" and how they were ruining the system for other commuters. We continued chatting until they got off, and they'd never have said anything about the unhoused had they known I was among them.

 

I should have kept a diary, a log, of everything I've seen and experienced and suffered on the street for the past fifteen months, but I've documented a mere fraction of it all, and posted only a fraction of that here in this forum. But I've got an excellent memory and forget nothing, even when I want to, and perhaps I'll reveal it all in an autobiography or memoirs someday.

 

[Laz Rojas]

It never ends. It's almost 10:30 PM and I was sitting in the north end of the park to wait until 1 AM to go to sleep. Within half an hour of arriving there, a homeless guy came over and sat down on the ground not ten feet from me. I immediately bristled, wondering what to expect. He asked me how things were going and I said, "Okay." I was about to bring out my phone just before he arrived and play some solitaire, but fortunately I hadn't yet done so. I am wary of having either of my phones stolen, since I lost two of them as well as a tablet when my original duffel bag was stolen.

 

Then he asked, "Do you smoke?" I said no. "Do you do any recreational drugs?" he asked. Again I said no.

 

'You don't?" he asked, surprised.

 

"I don't smoke, drink, or do drugs," I replied. "I'm clean living."

 

He then proceeded to bring out some drug paraphernalia from his backpack and lit up something to smoke. Since I've never used any kind of drugs, I have no idea what he was using. Crack? Meth? Beats the hell out of me.

 

He asked me if I could give him a dollar. I said I wished I could but I didn't have any cash. This was true, since I only carry my ATM card and my EBT card. Then he asked me if I had an extra shirt. Again I said no, and again that was true. Then he continued smoking whatever he was smoking.

 

By this point, I was getting both annoyed and apprehensive. I had no idea what might happen and his presence was making me uncomfortable. I thought, "Why do these guys keep gravitating to me when I go out of my way to be alone? This is getting worse and worse all the time. I wish I was invisible."

 

Suddenly, he said, "Not even weed?"

 

I said, "Nope, not even cigarettes. Nothing at all."

 

I wondered if that might actually annoy him, but then he asked "Do you have a phone?"

 

This time, I lied. I said, "Yeah, but it's dead. I gotta recharge it tomorrow."

 

Thankfully, he accepted that. But I thought, "What am I gonna do now? I'm not gonna sit here waiting for almost three hours until 1 AM, both angry at his intrusion into my life and worried about what might happen. And I can't bring out my phone and use it now."

 

I tried to be nonchalant and remain calm, but I considered what he was doing very rude and an intrusion into my personal space. I may have been on the street, in a park, without any hope of actual privacy, but I would never have sat down and joined a perfect stranger. I'd consider it rude, and I'd be concerned the other person wouldn't like it. So I keep to myself and try to avoid trouble as much as possible. But lately, it seems trouble keeps coming to me, and guys like this intrude into my personal space.

 

I waited about another ten minutes, then I got up and said I needed to move on. As an excuse for that, I warned him that the cops often raid the park between 10 and 1 and kick everyone out. He didn't say anything, and I suppose whatever he was smoking was taking effect, so I made my retreat. I went to a bus stop bench a block away and sat down, and that's where I am right now writing this to calm my nerves while I wait till 1 AM.

 

This is how things are getting out here. This is why I say I'll be hard pressed to make it to when this lawsuit is resolved if it takes long. Soon, there'll be no place for me to go to have any privacy or peace of mind at all except for the hotel.

 

At the hotel, it's as if none of this exists. I might as well be light-years away from it all. No one can bother me, no one can intrude, no one can hurt me or steal my things. Total peace of mind, as well as security and safety and stability. A warm bed, my own private toilet and bathtub and shower and sink, a television with dozens and dozens of channels, a microwave and mini fridge. I plug my phones into the AC and can use them 24-7 without the batteries draining a single percent, and I can use the hotel's wi-fi 24-7 without having to conserve or worry about my data usage. Put simply, being at the hotel is like being in heaven, and being on the street is like being in hell. Two completely different worlds and realities, completely opposite each other, and the only thing that overlaps between them is me. And I keep going back and forth between them like a ping-pong ball.

 

Whenever I can get to the hotel, it's like coming into port during a bad storm and being safe from the wind and the rain. When I enter whatever room they give me, I say to myself, 'I am home." And it truly feels like home, a place of my own. While I'm there, everything feels temporarily right. The Ramada in Pasadena has been the only home I've had since March 6, 2022.

 

When I'm on the street, I feel like a ship that's broken anchor and is lost at sea, without rudder or compass, at the mercy of everything. And I wonder if I'll hit an iceberg at any time and sink.

 

Please pray for me. This has been hard since the beginning and continues to get harder. I am caught between a past that's gone, that was erased, and a future that is yet to be, waiting to come into port for good.

 

 

Edited April 22 by Laz Rojas

[Zerofuchs]

A rollercoaster of rage and despair... Lazaro I have to say kudos for hanging on and staying strong because many would have buckled already. 

I've chipped in on the GFM, alas South African funny money doesn't stretch far in dollars these days but hopefully at least covers the cost of a meal or two...

 

It's cases like this which drive my utter cynicism when it comes to institutional good faith. But as long as you can keep the pressure on, and don't let "Stalingrad defense" tactics defeat you, I have hope there's enough good in the system that you get restitution and a chance to restart. 

 

Preferably elsewhere, it sounds like LA is as bad to live in as any crime-ridden South African metropole. Particularly if you're below the affluence threshold.

[Haxray]

Please, someone here, if any of you are in laz's area, do something to help him at this point, even if it is just money. This is horrific. 

[Shockwav3]

Holy eff ... I'm at a loss of words.
As someone who lived in a "squat" by choice for 2 months last year (worst thing I did that year) I might have a slight clue what you're dealing with on a daily basis, besides your other struggles. You've always been someone I looked up to - be it 20+ years ago when I contacted you regarding Wolfendoom or now when you're surviving and trying to make the best out of it, instead of succumbing to it.
I'm disgusted what those pigs have done to you and your mother.

I'm afraid I can't (practically) help at this point, other than supporting your idea to hang on and maybe keep notes about this time - maybe to write a book, maybe another portrait similar to the one done by VICE (just read it was a mess)? I'll keep following how things develop and posted your gofundme on my social media.

All the best from Germany.

Edited April 28 by Shockwav3
different phrasing

[Lila Feuer]

I'm so frustrated for this poor man I'm at a loss for words really.

Don't want to make this about myself, but I can relate to some of the things he's mentioning. I was also approached by a creep in Katy, Texas, who was in their car, looked about mid to late 40s, also Hispanic (not that it really matters but still), and he had me stick around for a good twenty plus minutes trying to get me to get into his car before he finally fucked off. I don't want to say this is the exact same thing but it really comes off to me like they were extremely interested in kidnapping you if you agreed to anything. I'm 100% positive in my experience that if I had gotten into his car I wouldn't be here typing this today. This happened 11 years ago when I was homeless for a year straight.

Oh yeah, and randos in CA are extremely aggressive cunts, I picked up a discarded styrofoam McDonalds tall cup because I thought I could re-use it and it was covered in ants, so I naturally put it back down, I was next to a crosswalk when someone in the passenger seat of a vehicle started yelling at me accusing me of littering. I told him off with equal level aggression until they had to drive off when the light turned green, it's a good thing they didn't have a gun!

[Laz Rojas]

Update: I'm currently at the hotel, thanks to some very generous GoFundMe donations. Good thing too, as not only is another cold rainstorm moving in tonight, but I really need to be off my feet for a while to give them the chance to recover. Six months ago, I could run and jump and do any of the things I could do my entire life. Now every step I take hurts. If someone were to chase me like the lunatic who did last year at a Metrorail station, I wouldn't be able to get away.

 

As for my lawsuit, the defense has asked for, and apparently been granted, more time. I don't know how long this is going to be dragged out. I can't believe they actually want to fight this. I don't see how they can possibly win or get off the hook, but maybe they're corrupt and arrogant enough to do it and risk a jury awarding me a record amount. So be it.

[Rykzeon]

Any updates?

I wanna see the progression's case as I also have some sort of injustice right now, but its not about country's law. I know its sucks, you wanted justice right now but need to deal with physical & mind degradation as you progress your way toward the deserved justice. Before that injustice happened into me, I never had this sense of headache in my left forehead. Nowadays, it just plagued me almost everyday, easily lost concreation, keeps forgetting stuffs, has sleep problems, etc. I wish it never happened.