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Hello again and I wish to welcome a new reader, my good friend Bruce Fedow, a science fiction writer and a damn good one, on board.

Today, I am debating on how long this post shall be, as it marks the eve of the aniversary of the start of the surveillance that Harshman and Milton started back in November of 2003.

Yep, that’s going on SEVEN YEARS, kiddies. Seven years of grief, misery, and being accused of crimes that I never commited, nights of hearing voices and nightmares, and intimidation on many personal matters that are esscential to anyone’s survival.

They are still complaining about the benefits I recieve and want to take them away from me, but they will not go away if I have them cancelled.

You do not just cancel benefits, and if a doctor disabled me for six months, then I am legally disabled.

“Why’s he have a bank account then?”

So sorry for the whopping $140.00 dollars total I have in both accounts. I am allowed to have at least $1000.00 dollars in the bank, and I do not think you are going to put new brakes on my car or tires anytime soon.

It’s really funny how some of the people make a damn good salary, and yet they want to take things away from poor people like myself, and I can remember Inez and Roth stating: “how many things do we have to take away from you to get you to leave?”

I did leave Pasadena, so why are you still here? Why is Harshman and Milton still bothering me?

You have made a good focus on this welfare deal when you did not get any written permission to use me as your lab rat- and you fabricated a “violent sex offender” label so you can help to train your people and deliberately labeled me because I complained about a Deputy Sheriff who deserved the complaint in the first place- as the letters I have written in regards to you actions are very deserving as well.

Of course, you work in such a manner it goes undetected, and you more than ruin the victim you fabricate.

No. I do not deserve your surveillance, and I should not have to leave town or Los Angeles because of you.

As I stated, if I were able to cancel my benefits, you would cry out in victory: “See what we made him do?.”

Trust me, if I knew you would go away, I might concider it. However, since you are making a huge issue out of taking something away from someone who direly needs help, especially after what you folks are using me for, I do not think I will be getting off the benefits anytime soon.

What I see again is someone trying to be “very intimidating” and I am tired of it. It’s just like he said: “Danny, I do not want you to see Yvonne Yu again.”

So- it brings up another of my “old notes” I wish to post.

Thanks for reading, and here it is:

This document is part of a journal that I had recovered from a hard drive crash and have been intimidated to send to the local authorities due to lack of proof, the individuals involved, and again, is just a “drop in the bucket.”
However, if the named should be brought up again, it will hopefully aid any kind of investigation your respected office should decide to participate.

Since September of 2003 Lt. Hartzman has tried to make me leave the Los Angeles County, falsely implying that I am a “violent sex offender” to the public.
I had the misfortune of “meeting” Lt. Hartzman in June 15th of 2003, when, while she was riding in a squad car with Deputy Larry Milton of the Metro Division, pulled behind my vehicle while it was parked in the K-Mart parking area on Rosemead blvd in Temple City.
Deputy Milton called me a “son of a bitch” and told me he would “kill me” if I were to ever harm Mrs. Chen, my fellow employee when I was the graveyard manager at the Parson’s tower in Pasadena.
I tried to get my camera to photograph the two, who had the windows rolled up in the squad car, and Milton yelled: “that’s it, you stupid son of a bitch, get your camera, get your camera.”
I could not locate my camera, and eventually the two left, while Milton gave me the finger from inside of his car as he made his u-turn to drive off.
I was scared to death. What could I have done to promote this activity from the Sheriffs’ department?
I called my friend, Lt. Darrel Qualls of the Pasadena PD, who works the special terrorist unit, and asked him for some advice. He told me to call the watch commander of Temple City Sheriff, which happened to be Lt. Hartzman.
In tears, I called her the next morning after work and told her of the incident the following Monday morning. I did not realize that she was the passenger in the vehicle, which I found out later when I had spoken to Deputy Milton on September 6th of 2003.
I had tried to reason with her, and she informed me that “as long as the Deputies do not get out of the car, there’s nothing really we can do.”
Apparently, Milton had become irate when viewing the video feed from a Subway Sandwich Shoppe on Rosemead in Temple City.
I had usually gone in there for months almost daily, enjoying a turkey sandwich after swimming my laps at the Bally’s pool in Temple.
I had asked the young lady, who made the sandwiches, for her name; she always seem to “overload” the sandwiches, which if I had the same sandwich in the Pasadena area Subway where I worked, I would never get the generous amount that she would make.
I don’t recall the lady’s name that day, but she asked me why I was wet, and I told her that I took a swim (in essence, I had fallen into the East Fork River while fly fishing for trout earlier that afternoon) and she also wondered about my sunburn.
I told her what happened, ate my sandwich, and went to the K-Mart to develop some film, where I had the misfortune of the conflict with Deputy Milton.
I met Deputy Milton in April of 2003; I had just purchased a used laptop and pulled into a 7-11 on Rosemead in Pasadena. I saw Deputy Milton going to the deli section and I approached him, asking him for some advice regarding my incident with the Security Director from the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center in Pasadena.
Milton does not like the Internal Affairs whatsoever, and he was upset when I asked him about impersonation of a Deputy Sheriff, which I received the impression when I had met Yari Coll, the security director of the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center in Pasadena.
Milton allocated that: “you fit the profile of a child molester, and he probably did not want you swimming with his kids.”
I was insulted, but I began to think this deputy was probably tired, and although I had a good relationship with most Deputies I met, I did not think I could get along with everyone of them.
Milton began asking me about where I swam now, if any kids swam there.
I told him it was an adult’s only gym to my knowledge.
Then he told me never to report a Deputy to the internal affairs. It was not right, and that the internal affairs would always demand total proof to discipline a deputy, which was understandable. He also told me: “never mess with the government.”
I also drew the conclusion that Milton did not know me “a” from “Adam” so I tried to be lenient on my evaluation of his personality.
He then began to complain about my old car, a 1971 Chevrolet Nova; that was in obvious need of some body work and a new paint job. He added that this too, added to the profile he described.
He kept saying: “come here, come here,” trying to point to an area where there were not any cameras of the establishments. The 7-11 I was parked in front of and standing with him, had cameras that pointed to the outside in case of an incident.
I got the impression he wanted to do something or act aggressively, as if to goad me into a fight.
I kept trying to back away from him slowly and respectfully, much like when one is confronted with a bear.
Eventually, I told him I was on my way to work, and I had to leave, and he allowed me to go.
I called his place of work, and of all things, gave him a recommendation for being attentive and helpful to the public.
I had hoped that by doing so would make him change his attitude, and that all men that drive old Chevy’s and dress in uniform pants are not “child molesters.”
I’ll also admit in this writing that I was very insulted by this man’s approach and was intimidated by his demeanor.
On July 3rd, 2003, I was swimming my laps at the Bally’s in Temple City, at approximately 2:00 PM.
I was speaking to an Asian couple in the pool only to see Deputy Milton standing next to me, and dressed out of context with a white swim cap. He had it pulled down over his ears, and wore dark goggles.
I knew it was him because of the way he stood, I recognized the wrinkles in his neck and the tan he had. I had also seen him standing in the parking lot in his uniform, and I had no idea what he was doing at the Bally’s.
Anyway, I began to swim my laps, and when I got to the far end of the pool, I felt a touch on my hand, and the person who touched it withdrew it quickly.
There sat Yvonne Yu. “Your swimming has improved, Danny. You do not wiggle so much.”
I was shocked. Then Yvonne got in the pool, and said: “just keep swimming your laps, Danny.”
What was Deputy Milton doing in the pool with Yvonne Yu?
I left the pool area at once, and returned an hour or so later.
Then, I saw Deputy Milton, Lt. Harshman, Sgt. Harbaugh, Officers Gough and Pope, Roth Inez and Yvonne Yu.
They were arguing with Nathan Do, the manager, trying to throw me out.
However, Mr. Do did not find any reason to do so, and he did not. However, Officer Gough showed pictures of my fellow employee, Mrs. Chen, to Yvonne Yu.
That same day, Yvonne called my work and spoke to Mrs. Chen, and she was upset that the pictures were on my hard drive of my computer, where I had taken the pictures with a new digital camera.
The only way for Officer Gough to show the pictures is to invade my privacy and hack into my computer. I did not print any of the pictures, and since I took the camera back to the store and purchased another one, was surprised that the pictures remained, as I was under the notion that after removing the software to view them, that they would be deleted as well, as the program even asked me if I wanted to delete them.
I looked on my computer that same day afterward and the pictures were not present.
Officer Gough must have hacked into the computer weeks earlier to get the pictures off the hard drive.
Later, Officer Gough admitted she showed the pictures to Yvonne Yu because of the false notion Yu made to Deputy Milton, claiming I was “obsessed with her.”
On September 4th, at the Bally’s pool in Temple City, Lt. Harshman, Harbaugh Milton, Roth, Inez, officer’s Gouh and Pope from the City of Pasadena spoke to Yvonne Yu, who was formally my swim coach, and her friend Angelo at the Bally’s sauna next to the pool. Angelo’s girlfriend was there as well.
It was exactly 9:05 PM.
Harshman told the members in the Bally’s Sauna that “Deputy Milton says Danny is a violent sex offender,” and also divulged my credit history to the people in the Sauna, which I found to be totally wrong for a Sheriff and should not be a concern of this department.
She also accused Miss Yu of having a relationship with Angelo, pointing at Yvonne Yu and saying: “is this the married man you are cheating with?”
Then I heard Yvonne saying “no” and apologizing to Angelo, and then running out of the Sauna in tears.
Yvonne ran from the Sauna to the ladies dressing room, and Hartzman even told me that she would “kick my ass” when I tried to hide my face while I was in the Jacuzzi, listening to her slanderous remarks. She even said she would get Deputy Milton to do if for her, because she was not big enough.
I had met Yvonne Yu in January of 2003, and she had helped to teach me to swim in exchange for English lessons.
I left shortly thereafter, very shocked that a Sheriff would say those things about me without any kind of evidence whatsoever.
What followed that incident were constant late night visits from Lt. Harshman to the Foothill property at 2162 East Villa, (starting on September 6th of 2003) where the owner, Mr. Erik Miller, had given me written permission to park my vehicle there at night since I lost my job and was not able to afford rent.
He appreciated a guard on the property as I have a guard card, and he expected me to keep the place boarded shut and to inform him of any hazards or illegal occupancies.
Usually, whenever Hartzman arrives on the Foothill property, she calls Deputy Milton for a backup. She claims Deputy Milton is “very intimidating.”
Hartzman’s purpose for being there was a response to a young lady (Katie Roth) who was a police psychology student at Cal State University of Northridge, and who had complained of terrorist threats.
There was nobody on the property but myself. I was out of public view, parked behind the center house as well as covered by a then dying tree.
Miss Roth sneaked on the property with a video camera, despite “no trespassing” signs in place, claiming I was doing something illegal in my vehicle. Miss Roth claims she is a “police officer” with Pasadena PD, and she has not even attended a Police Academy. She feels she is immune from trespassing signs, and this was no exception.
Let me also add that I had heard that Hartzman had placed a “microphone bug” in my vehicle; she added it was the same one used in the Sheriff vehicles, and I didn’t believe it, especially after talking to my friend, Deputy Hanlain of Altadena Sheriff.
He informed me that the Sheriff’s “don’t do that” and that it is very, very expensive. He also stated that they would need Deputies to monitor the bug, and he did not believe that Lt. Hartzman placed a bug in my car; so I decided to “experiment” and try to “exploit” this bug, which I could never find, and I am an experienced car audio and alarm installer, as I used to be a concession (private contractor) for Sears. I’ve serviced both Lojac and Teletrac installations in large company vehicle service.
I am aware of how they work- and they indeed need to be hooked up to a considerable power supply; not to mention the antenna as well.
On Sept 6th of 2003, at approximately 8:30 PM, Hartzman arrived at the Foothill property at 2336 East Foothill with Yvonne Yu, my former swim coach, and one of her lady deputies, whom I believe was Sgt. Harbaugh, and my good friend, Tica Valdez, who had pleaded with her to leave me alone.
Somehow, Chief Melekian found out the Sheriffs were in his jurisdiction. He arrived with officers Kirby Senior and Jr, both of who I have made contacts with on occasion.
Another lady, Tsani Gouh, from the Pasadena “Hope Not Handcuffs” (a special outreach program run by the City) Police department attended the meeting, along with Mike Villalovos, who was formerly in charge of Homicide here in the City.
Another lady who works as a City of Pasadena official, Mrs. Pope was also at the scene.
Hartzman started an argument with Chief Melekian, claiming it was his fault I was living in my car on the vacant lot. Hartzman made me angry, and I was sitting in the front seat of my car. Near the front of my vehicle were my former employers from Guard Systems of El Monte, Roger Flores, and both the Hamilton brothers.
The security director from the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center, Yari Coll, was kneeling next to my car door, in plain sight, and I was touching his arm. He informed me not to leave my vehicle, and he claimed he was a Ventura County Sheriff. He mentioned: “there is something I don’t want you to see.”
What I did not realize at the time was that I was “hooked up” to a device used on felony convicted sex offenders- and I even heard Hartzman say: “see how his blood pressure is going up?” I yelled at Hartzman from the inside of my old Chevy, telling her to apologize to my good friend Melekian, that she had no right to come up here and insult him in front of his fellow officers and his community.
She continued to make insulting remarks and I said: “now!” And she finally apologized to him.
She started asking about threats I had made to this Miss Roth. I told her that Miss Roth was nowhere to be seen until she came on the property with the video camera and even then, I did not catch a good glimpse of her, except when she rattled the bushes and ran off. I had said absolutely nothing to her at all.
I should have had Roth arrested, and I was even asked if I wanted to press charges, and if I had this nonsense would not have escalated as far as it has.
Instead, I let her go, even though the Chief had asked me if I wanted to press charges. I told her not to return providing. However, she continued to return, but that’s in the other part of this writing.
I also mentioned an incident which happened on September 5th of the same year, when Christina Inez had approached my car when I was sitting there quietly listening to my car radio at 7:45 PM.
Inez stabbed me on my right ring finger with what appeared to be a syringe, yelling: “there, now you have A.I.D.S.”
Inez then told Harshman in the disturbance on September 6th: “it was just a pin. I still have it. Harshman then said: “it’s just a pin, Danny.”
I then informed Harshman that when I woke the next morning, I had more than just a “pin prick” as I had a small flap of skin due to the stabbing, and a long stream of dried blood that ran down my arm and stained the front of my shirt.
Deputy Milton then asked me if I wanted to press charges, but I told him there were no witnesses and I declined to press them.
I was in tears, and I was slightly drunk, having consumed at least one tall can of Mickey’s’ Malt liquor.
Then Yvonne Yu, my former swim coach that “came to Lt. Hartzman for help” at the encouragement of Miss Roth in April of 1993, spoke and said: “well, he’s not violent and dangerous. Why did you tell me to say that about him?”
Hartzman was livid. “You get out of my car young lady! Don’t come back when he tries to kill you! Don’t you ever come to us for help again!”
The truth to the matter is, that Miss Roth had “arranged” for Yvonne Yu to speak to the Security Director of the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center. He is the one that started this “violent sex offender” label, and he arranged for a Chinese speaking lady to speak to Yvonne and it scared her to death, establishing his false claim of “violent sex offender.”
Yvonne and I had split up since March 15th of 2003, and I had not called her since, especially when she told me to find another girlfriend. In late April, I had seen her again in the sauna at Bally’s fitness in Temple City. I had told her hello, and kept walking away, trying to show her that there were not any hard feelings. She then spoke to her friend Angelo, a tall swimmer, and she told him many terrible things that I overheard, mostly things that Miss Roth had told her, and honestly, Miss Roth is the cause of most of the disturbances, the loss of jobs and violation of privacy that I suffer today.
It was then, after she saw me in April with Angelo at the Sauna at the Bally’s in Rosemead, that she met up with Roth again, as Roth was in the next swim lane with me, and Yvonne spoke to Lt. Hartzman who was also present.
Roth had also mentioned to Hartzman that I was promoted to the graveyard shift manager, “he’s getting way to powerful. We have to get him fired before he gets too much credibility.”
Her testimony is the fuel Hartzman is using to condemn me and label me to whereas I cannot lead a normal life
After March 15th, I simply wrote Yvonne off, keeping my mind on my work at the Tower and my hobbies, which include photography and computers.
I told her that after she had told Hartzman that she changed her phone number, as Yvonne had accused me of continued phone calls after March 15th of 2003, when she had told me on March 15th to find another girlfriend.
For the record, I had not called Miss Yu until 2004, when she and I tried to mend our fences.
Through tears, Yvonne Yu stated on September 6th, that “I did not love her anymore.” I did not understand and asked her what was going on. I wanted to get out of my car, but the Ventura Sheriff, Yari Coll, would not let me out, and he warned me they were setting me up. Being a security guard, I believed him, not trusting Roth or anyone who would tell the Lt. and Watch Commander of the Temple City Sheriff department that I was a “violent sex offender.”
Chief Melekian said: “all right, I’m tired of this. You two are getting married, right now. I’ll even pay for it.”
Then Deputy Milton told Chief Melekian, “Don’t reward him like that. Marriage is such a big step. This girl sounds like she doesn’t know who she is or what she wants.”
Then Deputy Milton told me from the street, “Danny, I don’t want you to talk to Yvonne Yu again.”
Milton had ruined any attempt at peace. Milton and I started arguing, and he stated over and over again he was going to “kick my ass.”
Finally, Lt. Harshman told Deputy Milton to go back to his beat or post, not wanting to promote a misfortunate incident.
Then Roth threatened Yvonne Yu, saying: “nothing will get between me and my project.”
Milton then added to Roth- “you’re in college, right? You can continue with your study.”
Which meant that Roth could continue to stalk me and follow me everywhere?
Wrong move, Deputy Milton- you need a written waver to do any kind of human or animal study in college. Roth does not have my written permission to follow me around, and it gave me the impression that Roth had permission to train using the satellites, again the “permission” coming from Lt. Harshman and Chief Melekian.
If Roth is, then she needs a private investigator’s license, which she does not have. Instead, she simply lies to the community, claims she is a police officer, and “warns” people I come into contact with and makes the false claim that I am a violent sexual predator, along with possessing the HIV (AIDS) virus.
Roth was using me as a lab rat in her school project. She had been following me for years- usually riding in the back of police cars with a few officers I do not know.
She had come into the Parson’s Tower where I worked, and tried to scare the female employees that I work with, and fortunately, I informed them of her and gave them a description to begin with- so her claim that she was a “police officer” was shot down until she called my boss at Guard Systems of El Monte in July of 2003, making a false complaint.
She had also said that I purchased a book called: “The Navy Seal Nutrition Guide” and said: “that was the last straw. He’s much too violent,” using that purchase as a fulcrum to her slandering me to my employer which was the day I was told not to return to work and was terminated a week later.
The fact that I did not see Roth anywhere during the purchase of the book, which I made at the Wroman’s on Foothill Blvd. in Pasadena at close to 12PM on July 15th, 2003, made me suspicious of a form of video surveillance.
I had purchased the book as a wedding gift for my friend from Bob Marriott’s Fly Fishing Store in Fullerton, Miss Cindy Roach, who was an avid hunter and fisherman, and sadly, was hampered by an injured knee and had gained weight.
That was the same day she called my work and was the last day I worked at Guard Systems in El Monte.
They made the claim of harassment after I had asked a female employee, Mrs. Chen, to work overtime. I left messages on her machine- and she never returned them. I was constantly getting badgered for working overtime and the company was losing money. In fact, I was told not to work so much overtime, to “spread the wealth” to my fellow employees. My employer did not realize that my supervisor at Parsons was the one who asked me to work the overtime, as the rest of the employees did not want to.
Later in a State hearing in 10-14 of 2003 this was all brought out- and I was allowed to keep my unemployment benefits as the judge ruled it was a “good faith error” and not harassment at all. That’s like you calling your secretary to come in to work and she claims you are harassing her. I even showed my employer, Roger Flores, my cell phone bill. They were all dates and times to have her work overtime, and mostly they were answering machine calls. All calls were not longer than two minuets- although one was three, and there were twelve calls total.
My employer, Mr.Flores also told the lady who was the employer representative at the State hearing that “they (The Sheriff Department) have him (myself) hooked up to a device I (Roger Flores) do not understand. We cannot have him work in a security company due to the invasion of privacy or threat to the client.” This is also, although not verbatim, was recorded on tape from the hearing.
Getting back to September 6th of 2003, I was very fortunate my friend, Miss Tica Valdez, a girlfriend of Inez was there as well at this meeting on September 6th as well.
Deputy Milton had claimed in the late 1980’s that his wife said that: “he killed all of his little pet rats,” which I had never done, and Tica told him about a baby humming bird that had fallen from it’s nest that I had found and kept until I could find a bird specialist to take care of it in March of 2002.
He also accused me of hitting his wife, who was on horseback, with a “fly” while I was practicing fly casting at the Archery Center on Arroyo Parkway at the Pasadena Fly Fishing Clubs’ casting pond.
I remember that Mrs. Milton was riding her horse right behind me while I was practicing, and I did not hear her coming.
When practicing, I use a piece of yarn for a “fly” not a real “fly with a hook” as there are no fish in the pond except the tiny minnows the mosquito abatement district requires if you own a pond.
Nonetheless, I even apologized to Deputy Milton for the incident, even though I had apologized to his wife when the incident had occurred; most likely in March of 2000 which was about the time this could have occurred. .
Personally, I feel Mrs. Milton did not care for me much, especially after I had called the Pasadena Humane Society on the horse stables where she worked, owned or operated on New York Drive in Pasadena, back in the late 1980’s. .
At the time, I was allowed use of a camper that was right next to the stables and in the rear lot of the Foothill Family YMCA where I had worked as a volunteer caretaker in the evenings.
The YMCA’s swimming pool was usually occupied with child care and lap swimmers from morning till closing, and the patrons had complained of “bug bites” which were the horseflies and other types of flies due to the horse droppings from the horse stable that was the immediate neighbor.
When the children would play in the back yard of the YMCA where there were basketball courts, the children would sometimes start a conflict with the horse stable personnel, and I was blamed for not watching the kids if they were to throw rocks at the horses.
Many of the children where from broken African American, Latino, and Armenian homes and spoke with a great deal of swearing and foul language.
These children were very loud and challenging- not taught discipline and often being raised by themselves without role models.
I had tried to explain this to Officer Pope, who in September of 2003 took this as a racial stereotype when, in effect was a sad fact of life at many of the charitable organizations and churches everywhere.
I had instances where I witnessed the stable personnel vault the fence and chase the children away from the play area, and I reported this to the Chairman and Ted Tyler, who had been a de facto owner of the YMCA, who’s generous donations had kept the building and it’s upkeep up.
He was the one who had been frustrated by the flies and the patrons complaining of the bites, as the parents would complain as well.
I had never had an incident with Mrs. Milton, even after I had called the Humane Society, until 2001.
However, she always kept a suspicious eye on me afterward, and I know she did not like me giving her horses carrots, as the animals would always approach me when I arrived home from work in the evenings, hoping for some food.
Miss Valdez then told Milton that she knew me for close to three years, and that she did not believe the statements he made.
Ironically, after Hartzman and I began talking after she asked Deputy Milton to leave, and things calmed down a little.
After Hartzman had spoken to me, she laughed sarcastically and told me to say goodbye to Yvonne Yu, and Yvonne said: “so, do I get the job with the Sheriffs’ department?’
I looked at Yari Coll and thanked him, telling him he was right.
“Oh,” I shouted in Yvonne Yu’s direction, “you fell for that old trick?”
Hartzman tried to con Yvonne to set me up in exchange for a job with the Sheriffs department- a job she was not in a position to offer. All Sheriff Positions start with an application downtown, not with Lt. Hartzman.
“Yvonne,” I started, “you do not have the security clearances to get a job with the Sheriff’s department, let alone your citizenship.”
“But you promised me a job with the Sheriff’s department if I testified against him!” Yvonne cried to Hartzman.
Everyone, including the Pasadena officers, all laughed sarcastically.
Then I told Hartzman about my former Captain Eric Retolaza, who is now the Security director for Parsons in Pasadena- he was from Mexico, and has been out her at least 15 years, has a spotless background, and he STILL does not have his security clearances to this day.
In my opinion, Hartzman has been with the Sheriffs department long enough to know this, and in my view falsely offered Miss Yu with employment as a Sheriff in place of a testimony.
“Say goodbye to Danny, Yvonne,” Hartzman laughed, driving off in her black colored SUV.
Following that date, I continued to notice Hartzman parked across the street with Yari Coll, an elderly overweight lady who also worked for the Temple City Sheriff department with white hair, Roth and Inez, with Yvonne Yu and occasionally, my friend Tica Valdez. Since determining that there actually WAS some kind of monitoring device in my car, I decided to exploit the microphone, since I could not find it and I felt my civil rights were being violated. I began to play music on my car stereo and have a “radio show” similar to Jim Rome’s “The Jim Rome Show” targeting my opinion on how I was being treated by the Sheriffs department, much to the annoyance of Deputy Milton, who told me to knock it off, as he claimed the channel was used to catch “bad guys.”
Hartzman parked her black SUV across the street and was recording my conversation, and I hoped she had because if you ever heard some of the things said you would understand how depressing it is to be “under the microscope.” Not to even mention she lied about placing such a device in my car in the first place.
On September 8th I stood out in the street and caught them, and the white haired lady who works for Temple City Sheriff yelled: “That’s it! Shake your head! Yvonne Yu works for us now!”
“Ha-Ha! Ha-Ha! We ruined your sex life,” Harshman yelled from her departing black SUV.
Shortly after they left, I went back to my vehicle, and Yari Coll, the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center director, approached me. “You think you scared us off? Think again! And we will come back her any time we want!”
This Yari Coll TOWERS over me. I was shocked to see him, and when I tried to get my camera, he ran off. I was really scared to death. Why are these people so interested in me?
Then, on September 9th, at 1A.M, a few deputies stood around my vehicle on the Foothill property and woke me from a sound sleep. I recognized the voice of one- it sounded like Deputy Benton- the other was silent.
“Chief Melekian is not here right now, Danny. You better leave Yvonne Yu alone.” Then they left.
I was still both in shock and utterly AMAZED at the extreme these people were going through to wreck my life or intimidate me.
On 11-24-03, I had just returned to the Foothill Property at 2336 East Foothill from a very late movie at the Arc Light Theater in Hollywood that had started at 11PM. I parked and turned on the radio, when Officer Pope appeared behind my vehicle.
“You think you fooled us huh by sneaking off, huh?”
When I looked back at the officer, she left, and I called Michael Villalovos, who was the Sergeant, of Pasadena Police, and told him much of what I wrote in this letter.
I told him how my internet activity was being monitored, and he told me that was a terribly big deal that involved the big police unit that resembles an RV to be close to the home or computer that was being tapped.
The Sergeant was actually a very kindhearted man, and offered me a jacket that he had at his home. However, he needed proof of the officer that came to the property, and he left shortly afterward.
On Thanksgiving of 2003, at approximately 4:20 PM I pulled out of a Chevron Station on Foothill in Pasadena and Deputy Milton and his partner (I do not know his name) made an aggressive U-Turn behind me and drove past the Foothill (2336 East Foothill Blvd in Pasadena) property where I stood waiting for them, thinking I was going to get a ticket or spoken to for some reason.
When the two drove by in their squad car marked by the “M” symbol, Milton made threatening gestures and deliberate expressions, and I found out later he was upset about things I had said in my vehicle, which this Christina Inez had placed a very expensive monitoring device in my car for Lt. Hartzman, and she said it was “so deeply buried in the front seat, that it would be impossible to find.”
Despite hearing Miltons’ angry statements, I heard his partner, who was driving the vehicle, consol Milton, trying to calm him down, saying: “he works for us, he works for us.”
The Friday following Thanksgiving in 2003 at approximately 10:45 I was again woke from a sound sleep on the Foothill property at 2336 East Foothill, to hear Chief Melekian saying: “please don’t! This is all my fault! I never wanted it to go this far.”
“You quit following him,” Deputy Milton said to Roth. That’s stalking. If you continue to do this, I’ll take you to jail.”
“But you said I could continue my project,” Roth cried.
“That guy’s nuts,” Sgt. Villalovos said. “He thinks you can read what goes on in his computer when it’s in his trunk.”
“We can,” Lt. Harshman said. “He must of really loved you to tell you that much.”
Let me cut in here. I had mentioned the law enforcement able to read a laptop or computer even though it was not hooked up to the internet.
An employee at MSC software in Eagle Rock told me this is possible while I was working there as a guard for Inter Con of Pasadena in August of 2004.
The employee, who does government software, told me that the police can run a license plate and find out where that person had been on the internet that day.
I had first heard this from one my fellow guards and he told me that I was correct, and that he too, had spoken to this MSC employee long before I ever started working there.
The fellow guard (and employee) I spoke with, Shannon, had relatives in law enforcement as well who “schooled him” on various law enforcement subjects, and Shannon had been a Sergeant in the Military, which provided some kind of credibility.
“You are ruining that guy’s life,” Chief Melekian said.
“We are trying to kill him because he is so violent and dangerous,” Deputy Milton said. If you try to stop us, we will kill you too.”
Around 11AM, the following Monday, I saw officer Pope pull up to the Foothill property in an unmarked blue crown Victoria and say to Tsani Gough: “that finger stabbing that Inez did last September was a special dye we can use to track him with. The only way to stop it is if he cuts off his finger.”
I remember going to see Dr. Marion Quinn and that the wound did not heal for over a month, and I was still suspicious that Inez had inflicted me with the HIV virus, which prompted the expensive testing I had to invest in.
Why would Inez come and stab me with a sharp object anyway? The logic seemed either very immature or very serious- she was determined to separate me from her girlfriend, and to do so with a criminal intent or to attempt to paint one as a criminal to do so was not only malicious, it was criminal in itself.
That led to my talking to Lt. Qualls on the following Monday, and when I went to see him, I was not treated with much respect to this matter, and I was lucky to leave his office without incident.
At the time, I feared the Chief of Police here in Pasadena was in danger. Sadly, before this entire incident happened with this Miss Roth, I had always admired and respected this man like no other, and was willing to testify and put my life on the line for his behalf.
On December 23rd, I parked against the east wall at the Foothill property at 2336 East Foothill (approximately 8:40 PM) hoping to catch the conversation of Lt. Hartzman, Roth, Inez, and Sgt.Harbaugh.
What I heard was hard to believe.
“Time to back up your fellow deputies, Katie. Go shoot Danny,” Hartzman said.
“Wow,” Roth said. “you guys really ARE CORRUPT. I don’t think so. I could never kill my “little brother.” He get’s himself into trouble, but I would never kill him.”
“Inez,” Lt. Harshman said, “Time to take care of your fellow deputies.”
“No way,” Inez said. I’d never kill anyone. I kind of wish I never got involved in this in the first place.”
For months, until I was relocated into a small room at an Auto Body Shop at 2162 East Villa, in February of 2004, Roth and Inez continued to park across the street of the Foothill property, and would spend the night in their car. I had no idea what they were doing, and I found out Roth was being told by Hartzman to “keep an eye on me” and when Hartzman would get off duty approximately ten PM at night, she would come to Pasadena to talk to Roth, who would summarize what I had done the entire day, sometimes approaching my vehicle at arms length and standing around it in a circle with Harshman, Harbaugh Officer Gough and Pope-again waking me from a sound sleep.
She repeated things that I did not say out loud during the day, which caused me some alarm- I felt she was fabricating dossiers on me that would destroy or further destroy, my reputation. Again, the impression I received was my theory she was being trained to use the satellites using me as a subject.
I had arrived at this assessment after calling the Ventura County Sheriff department to enquire about Yari Coll and his so called employment with the Sheriff department.
I had mentioned some of the things I had witnessed, and the watch commander at the headquarters told me that there was not a Yari Coll on their roster, nor has there ever been, and he informed me: “it sounds like they are using the satellites.”
I was afraid to apply for work. I was worried about the referral I would receive from Guard Systems. I was also afraid Roth would pose as a police officer, and call potential employers to get me fired with her false claims of violence, HIV, and sexual conviction allegations.
I saw Yvonne again in November of 2003. Yvonne told me at the Bally’s pool she would like to help me with my swimming again. I was so glad to see her.
That night, Hartzman came up to Pasadena, telling me if I touched Yvonne she would kill me.
In December of 2003 when I was at the Bally’s Jacuzzi, my friend Judy who I had met in September and was a Supervisor R.N at the French Hospital Critical Care Unit came and sat next to me, and I heard Lt. Harshman say right from the adjacent room that was locked- “that son of a bitch! I’LL KILL HIM!”
In fact, on more than one occasion, I placed my ear against the door behind the Jacuzzi, and heard a police radio plain as day- and it was not the evening news.
Roth approached Yvonne the day following that I last saw her in November of 2003, and told her I was infected with HIV; anything to discourage her from seeing me again.
I had invested $85.00 dollars in the DNA HIV testing, which is supposedly a foolproof testing method the sex stars use for the adult film industry where I had been tested at the AIM foundation on Ventura Blvd in Encino.
The test was negative, as was the first test I invested in previous taken in February of 2003 where Roth again had started her false exploits.
Hartzman then approached Yvonne Yu and told her my expensive tests were phony, and Yvonne had repeated this to me in January of 2004 as well as stating that she would never marry me because “you’re a violent sex offender Danny,” which again came as statements courtesy from Roth.
I have even had my computer documents I had written, as this one will probably be, RECITED BACK to me by Lt. Hartzman when she comes out to speak to Miss Roth in the evening.
You are probably wondering: what is the cause of the incident? It is a terribly long account, and it has been going on since this date.
In December of 2000, I had been asked to leave the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center after one of the employees had dropped the “Rose Bowl” line flags that hang across the pool in my path when I was swimming. (You can see the flags if you visit the website for the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center in Pasadena)
The employee, whom I would like to say, tried to move the flags out of my path, caught me underneath the neck and jerked me backward, injuring my lower back and spraining my neck.
I left the pool and felt my lower back going numb. The next day I returned, and swam two miles- hoping the pain would just simply go away.
The next day, I was told never to return, especially after a phone conversation with the security director over a free swim pass that never was approved.
Following that incident, I met Deputy Stewart, in February of 2001 whom I have asked to help me with the matter impersonation of a Sheriff by Jari Coll.
That was probably the biggest mistake I ever made.
I could not sit still due to the recent back injury, and would rock slightly while sitting, which gave him the impression of a mentally incapacitated person. (Enclosed is an MRI of my lower back.)
If I were to rock a little, the lower back would not stiffen up painfully, and I had to crawl in many circumstances, especially after I would get done swimming.
Sadly, this Deputy joined forces with the swimming pool, and even jokingly made the allegation of “violent sex offender,” which is probably what has ruined my life the most, as Roth repeats it to everyone she comes in contact with.
He always claims: “how can all those people say the same thing against you?”
Simple; the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center tried to avoid a personal injury lawsuit, and filed a false police report to discourage any attorney from taking on my case. The Security Director even said so himself.
With Jari Coll’s false claim of being a Sheriff, Deputy Stewart sided with him quickly.
Following my introduction to Deputy Stewart, who was stationed in the Altadena area, I stuck close to my former stepfather, Nick Rios, who had a barber shop up on Allen Ave.
I told him what had occurred, and being the civic influence that he was, as he had known everyone in Altadena since the fifties and cut their hair to boot, told me that: “they have your number, son. Move away. There are miles and miles of coast. Leave now while you can.”
I continued to visit my stepfather, and continued to lose weight on the Slim Fast plan and swimming at the Sierra Madre Pool in Sierra Madre.
I had gone from 270 to below 200, and many of my friends were trying the slim fast and started an exercise regimen.
During this time, if I were ever to park my car at the Eaton Canyon Park and listen to my radio, Mrs. Milton who was on horseback, continually caused a disturbance and called the Sheriff departments, and I was questioned and searched at least three times due to her harassment.
“He hates women and children,” she would say, and would actually yell at policemen in squad cars for not placing me under arrest.
Little to my knowledge, the lady who ran the Sierra Madre pool was the sister of Judy Hicks, the lady who ran the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center.
All these people were connected, just as my stepfather had tried to warn me.
I used to park and listen to the radio, waiting for the Sierra Madre pool to open. Hick’s sister pulled behind my car more than once and simply called the authorities, and I had the opportunity to meet Steven Abernathy, who was the acting Chief of Police in Sierra Madre.
Then, in late March, of 2001, I tore a bathing suit while swimming, and even though it was not revealing, I left the pool to change into another one.
Earlier in that same day, Yari Coll and Judy Hicks from the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center had come to the pool and tried to blackball me to the lady who ran the park.
Apparently, Chief Abernathy was included in the conversation, as well as Chief Melekian.
Cutting to the chase, I changed into some cotton denim skate board pants that were beyond my knees and thick enough to provide support.
After swimming one lap, I was told to leave the pool, and there stood Chief Abernathy and the manager of pool.
“Danny,” Abernathy began, I am going to have to ask you to leave. “Seems like you have a problem with young blondes in bathing suits.”
“No young blondes here, Chief, only the senior community.”
“Do you have a jock strap on under those shorts?”
“No,” I said.
The manager, a young American Indian lady, looked at my attire, and said: “why, those are all right. It’s far less revealing than a “Speedo.”
A “Speedo” is a bikini type bathing suit that is seen on the Olympic swimmers with perfectly trim bodies, or the weight lifting shows where the “strongman” wears these tiny suits where every muscle in his hips can be judged. (I would not be caught dead in one)
“Don’t you know those old ladies can see up those shorts when you are swimming,” Abernathy stated.
“They are pretty tight. I disagree with you, sir.”
“Danny, get out. Don’t ever come to my park again.”
I left, and while walking to my car, I saw the lady who ran the park telling her assistant from outside her office: “there is nothing wrong with that bathing suit.”
I went to my close friend, Naomi Blackburn’s house, who was the former head librarian of the Los Angeles County, for some advice, feeling my civil rights were being violated and was being singled out.
While she listened close by, I called Chief Abernathy and tried to reconcile. To my amazement, Chief Melekian, Jill Mc Lane, Judy Hicks, Jari Coll, and Mike Villalovos were there as well, or on the speakerphone via “phone conference.”
I tried to reason with Abernathy, but he would not budge. He promised to refund my money for my subscription to swim at his pool. He also told me never to come to his park again, or I would be arrested.
Apparently, the Security Director gave a copy of this so called police report that he had filed, and that was enough to make Abernathy draw a conclusion.
Coll and I argued a little, and Jill and I tried to make up and be friends again, as Coll had lied to her about an aggressive revenge plot I was trying to plan.
Ironically, Jill said she had missed me and defended me in front of Abernathy, as well as Rebecca Henley/Hargrove, who ran the Child care at the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center.
These were the so called “young blondes” that was in Coll’s report.
I asked Abernathy to look at a letter that I had left sealed in Jill’s time card and its date.
He did, and noticed that the letter was written a week earlier than the report had been filed.
“Why, this report should have been filed immediately,” he stated. “Boy, if you write a letter like this, you better marry her.”
Jill had always been very encouraging to me when I was on the weight loss program and swimming at the Rose Bowl, as well as Rebecca.
Toward the end of my membership, an elderly Nurse who used to work for the famed Orthopedic Surgeon, Dr. Robert Kerlain, had tried to place me under her care for weight loss, as she took one look at me one day, and said: “oh, you poor man.”
I was thrilled to have this lady help me and she bought me apples, soap, and magazines to help with my self esteem and was a wonderful catalyst to my program.
Apparently, this made the others at the Aquatic Center, Jill and Rebecca included, resentful, which is why Jill embarrassed me in the parking lot one afternoon, which led to a nice letter I tried to reconcile with her with.
However, one of the employees opened her sealed letter, and faxed a copy to the Security Director, which really aggravated him.
The next day, after Jill had received the letter, we both sat in Jacuzzi and reconciled our indiffences.
However, the Security Director had a totally different outlook. I had recited this letter back to Officer Kirby Sr. of Pasadena Police, and he commented that: “there did not appear to be any kind of “agenda.”
“Jill, if I marry you, will you calm down a little?”
Jill agreed, and said she would not let me back out.
That was the last time I ever was able to speak to Jill Mac Lane,
as the time she went to visit me at the Pasadena City College pool in April of 2001, as I documented in the previous letter, was when she got into an argument with Katie Roth, who was a lifeguard at the pool at the time.
The day after I was asked to leave the Sierra Madre Pool, I went to the Altadena Sheriff station to talk to Deputy Stewart about what happened, and what I could do about it.
Stewart wanted me to sign a paper, but he would not disclose what the signature was going to be for. He appeared very sneaky, and I refused to sign any paper, even though the paper was not present.
He tried every way or method possible to get me to sign the paper. He even told me that he would take me to the Aquatic Center, let me swim my mile or two, and throw me in jail for lying about my medical condition.
So far, I had only been afforded an X-Ray and Motrin for my condition.
He kept mentioning, “How can all these people have so many problems with you?”
I tried to tell him it was the Security Director, and his slanderous report, but again, my stepfather’s words rang true.
Stewart had known the Milton’s for years. The Milton’s knew the officers that filed the report against me, as the Milton’s ran the stables for both Sheriff and Police departments.
It’s a small world.
After tiring of this paper “signature” I politely excused myself, and Stewart followed me to my car, asking if I were going to bother the people in City Hall of Pasadena again.
So far, the fact that I had been practically strangled by that young man at the RBAC did not seem to sink into this man’s mind, only the social opinions of his social circles.
“Stewart, I went to City hall to write a report, as that is what Officer Kirby had told me to do in the first place. I have only been there twice; I do not “bother them.”
I told him good bye and left, and saw him again in July, when he and Jill were sitting three rows behind me when I saw the movie: “Shrek.”
Stewart made some sarcastic remarks, regardless of how many people were in the Theater, and what was he doing with Jill Mac Lane?
Nonetheless, we poked some fun at each other, and then I heard him “coaching” Jill on what to say, as if she was filing some kind of report or something.
“Help, help,” she said: “okay, now what?”
I have no idea how the two knew I was in the theater, and was it just coincidence, because I did not see Stewart in his Sheriff uniform, in fact, I saw him in shorts.
I did hear that Jill was upset with Miss Roth.
I saw Stewart for the last times in December of 2001, and he and I had a rather heated discussion, and he was upset that one of the Deputies tried to help me with a parking ticket that Stewart put back on to be processed and paid.
He then said: “go on. Hit me, hit me.”
I could tell the man did not care for me, and I reminded him that where he sat in his car, that the camera from the Carl’s Junior where my good friend, the manager, Dora, could see him and get a copy if foul play occurred.
On Christmas Eve, he presented me with a wrapped gift, which I found out later that the other Sheriffs had simply arranged to replace the cotton jacket that I left behind when I went to the station to see Stewart the day after Chief Abernathy threw me out of his park forever.
Since then, the “violent sex offender” rumor spread by Stewart to the Police Community and Jill Mac Lane even spoke to close friends of mine in the area I frequented.
One day, after work, I saw a Pasadena Police officer drive by me and put up both hands as if to defend himself, and drove away very quickly afterward.
That joke that Stewart, the RBAC, and Mrs. Milton started finally made me very upset. So, in that same evening of September of 2002, I called Stewart’s station in Altadena and complained about what he had said about me to his watch commander, and Stewart was included in the phone call as well.
Stewart was very angry and told me that he would place me under surveillance, or “house arrest,” and made threats as well he even asked what pay phone I was at so he could accomplish the gesture, although I knew if he ever attacked me in public, it would get terribly expensive.
I have never at one time seen this man since; and Roth took the opportunity to defend him, especially since she was afraid of being reported for threatening Jill Mac Lane when she had worked as a lifeguard at the Pasadena City College pool, hoping by doing so it would pave the way to a lucrative career in law enforcement by jumping on his bandwagon.
Stewart knew Jill as she called the Altadena Sheriff station looking for me, and I am sure Jill mentioned the Roth threats in April of 2001 to him, and was afraid of repercussions as Miss Roth felt this was a threat to her law enforcement career.
Now, getting back to this discussion when I called the Altadena Station in September of 2002, Stewart told me never to see Tica Valdez again, and I have co-operated with him. Inez told him that I was involved with Tica, when in effect I had phoned Tica at her work, and offered her some money as I had started working again; after she received a ticket for driving without insurance.
This ticket in California is at least $1400.00, and I wanted to return the many favors she afforded me while I was hungry, in pain with the back injury, as I had met Miss Valdez right afterward at the Blockbuster Music where she had worked on Foothill Blvd. in Pasadena, and she always loudly defended me from other discriminating people who spoke out against me.
In fact, I had even offered to endorse my first paycheck to her.
The day before Thanksgiving that year in 2002, I was resting in the van that belonged to my friend Ron who had worked at the Pacific Theater on Rosemead in Pasadena after a long graveyard shift working at Parsons when Tica came to visit me, and Roth had threatened her and told her never to speak to me again.
I tried to call the authorities, but my cell phone was dead, and I knew Roth was trying to set me up, as Deputy Harbaugh of Temple City Sheriff was present as well, and she covered up Roth’s actions.
In January of 2003, I met Yvonne Yu, a former Olympic swimmer in China. I had been training and swimming hard to swim across a lake, something I could do for charity for the Union Station Foundation here in Pasadena.
After this painful back injury, I was able to right myself from joblessness, and I remembered the help these people had afforded me. I wanted to do something in return, and show my fellow “soup kitchen recipients” that they too could pull themselves up by the bootstraps.
Yvonne needed help with her English, and my swim stroke was in dire need of help. We agreed to help each other.
When Yvonne came home from school at night, I would call her to help her with her pronunciation. On Saturdays, she would help me with my swimming at the Bally’s pool in Temple City.
We got along pretty well until a friend of hers, a man named Don, (nicknamed “the Greek”) had came in the pool where Yvonne and I were swimming and he did in what my opinion was a very inappropriate act to Yvonne in the pool.
To make a long story short, I told the manager, Nathan Do, and after a heated discussion, the Bally’s management found probable cause to have his membership cancelled because of terrorist threats.
What I would like to add here is that I was being filmed with Yvonne by Miss Roth and Inez, along with Deputy Harbaugh, who is a good friend of Lt. Harshman’s.
Tica Valdez was there as well. Every time I was in the pool with Yvonne, there was always a video camera.
Yvonne and I were never really the same afterwards, and a few weeks later, when I called her from my friend Ron’s van from my cell phone, Roth arrived with Inez, riding in the back of a Pasadena PD Squad car and pulled up behind the van where I was relaxing peacefully in the back.
Roth started a disturbance, asking me incriminating questions when I was peacefully talking to Yvonne. I had been asked to work overtime that evening, but the need was canceled.
I wanted to ask Yvonne if she wanted to get some Colonel Sander’s Chicken, which was her favorite, when Roth and company approached.
Daniel, another trainee along with Roth (I do not know his last name, but he was Roth’s boss when she worked as a lifeguard at the Pasadena City College Pool) continued to question and make insulting remarks.
Ron’s van was not moved for years, and to this day, I wished I had gone outside the City to phone Yvonne.
Here was Roth and her cahoots, listening in on my private conversation, and aggravating me, hoping I would lash out at them.
Daniel and Roth started to argue with me, although I never left the van, as they were trying to make me do something to have me arrested by harassing and irritating me.
I never left the van, and after hearing the argument, Yvonne told me to find another girlfriend.
That was the third time Miss Roth had ruined a friendship that I had. She had done this in April of 2001 when she worked as a lifeguard at PCC, threatening Jill Mac Lane and Rebecca Henley/Hargrove and again in November of 2002, scaring away Tica Valdez, a young lady who had helped me while I was hungry and homeless.
Miss Roth tells these young women I am a violent sexual offender, where I have not been arrested for anything of the sort. She also claims I am infected with the HIV AIDS virus, which also scared them to death.
Since the incident on March 15 of 2003, Miss Roth wanted more attention to herself and her “concern” and spoke to Lt. Hartzman and Deputy Milton, who have been watching me like a hawk since, as well as Officers Pope and Gough of Pasadena Police.
I guess it would be aggravating that my phone (cell phone) calls are being monitored and with the amount and expense it appears that I am “paying to have my privacy violated.” I have had Miss Inez drive up close in her personal car and literally read back my saved phone numbers on my cell phone. She also repeated conversations I had had earlier and mocked my statements; again I wonder how a non-officer can have such access.
Inez claims: “anyone can do it,” in regards to picking up my cellular frequency and I have made complaints to Sprint PCS to no avail.
This has been going on since December of 2002 when I purchased the cell phone.
The other issue is, I have overheard the four people I have written about teasing me about “reading my mind” and claiming I am hooked up to a device that is used on convicted sex offenders, again something they are using to train Roth with.
Lt. Hartzman claimed: “it allows us to get a “head start” on the violent sex offender.”
I have never seen this device, although I have seen Miss Roth approach me with something similar to a laptop when I was resting in my car, and when I try to get my camera to photograph her, she runs back into a vehicle with Inez, and I was never able to get a photograph of the car fearing I would be served with a restraining order, which both women have threatened me with.
Lt. Qualls also told me to stay away from the car too, as I could be arrested.
I own a guard card, and fear it would be revoked if I were to be summoned for such.
This is why this letter is being written. I really do not know what I can do about this type of problem.
If I leave the area, Roth has yelled that: “I don’t care where you go, I’ll still call the authorities in your new community and fax over all the information we have against you. You’ll never escape me.”
Most of this “information” is fabrication from her to begin with, mostly to get attention.
This is all I have been able to recover from the hard drive crash.

This letter was written in the very beginning, (2003) when I did not know about the SWAT weapons, and was completely in the dark in regards to how far this issue would go.

Again, it was written in 2003, and cut and pasted from many journals, as this Toshiba laptop I own had given me nothing but problems since I had bought the “open box” special at “Best Buy” in Pasadena.

Never buy an open box special anyplace, and get the manufactures’ warranty from Toshba to extend the warranty is it is available to you. Never get the extended warranty from “Best Buy” or “Circut City” or “Staples” or anyplace else you buy your laptop product.

Buy the “extended warranty” from the manufacturer of your new laptop, and call in the registration as soon as you are sure your new laptop is working properly and has all the features and “bells and whistles” it was supposed to be included with.

That’s all for now. My CD rom in my Toshiba just went out and I have to fix it.

Laters, until next time,

Your Little Danny Boy