I didn't ask you to hack my phone or watch me in my last apartment. You are obviously one of the many people who ignored my 5 months of requests that someone who knew that I was telling the truth about the hidden, illegal cameras in that apartment corroborate my reports about that crime so that I could stop the retaliatory eviction brought against me for having reported it.
You probably also know about the voyeurism and involuntary pornography that have criminally victimized innocent, unsuspecting people at the Pine Street Inn and in locker rooms of various Boston Sports Clubs locations for at least the past two years.
I don't know whether or not this is an innuendo about me:
I don't know why it would be about me, unless you think it's an accurate description of being a full-time student while futilely fighting a retaliatory eviction by myself with no money to hire a lawyer or be believed by anyone other than the multimillionaires, corporations, media, and everyone else who knew that I was telling the truth then and laughed in my face, and who haven't stopped laughing.
Weren't you also asking that I text you while I was living in that apartment? Was being homeless for another 2 years (bringing the total to 6 years of homelessness since 2011) my punishment for not taking you up on that?
My last question is about whether you're a pedophile.
No, that's not my last question.
I have a few more things to say, in case you are attempting to excuse your criminal negligence against me and thousands of other people by calling me lazy.
I am now working at the 6th job that I have had since 2017. I worked at 5 of the previous jobs while living at a homeless shelter, where everyone has to get up at 6 a.m., every day of every year, including every holiday.
Job 1: Working in a factory, had to take the train to the end of the red line of the subway system and then walk a mile from that train station and back every day of the 5/week that I worked.
Job 2: Working seasonally in a department store. My first day was the day after Thanksgiving, otherwise known as the biggest shopping day of the year. I signed up for as many shifts as they had available.
Job 3: Working in a cargo warehouse at the airport, 40 hours/week.
Job 4: Working as a cashier in a corporate cafeteria, 40 hours/week. For that job, I got up somewhere between 4:30 a.m. - 5:15 a.m.
Job 5: Catering. That tended to have late hours. I frequently didn't sleep until 1 in the morning, which is not fun when you have to get up at 6:00. I signed up for as many shifts as they had available.
Job 6: The job I have now, which I started the day after I first moved to this apartment, before I had moved my furniture from storage and was sleeping on an air mattress. I am working over 30 hours/week, which is full-time employment.
I lost several of those jobs, or they were compromised, by the Google search results for my name, which I don't have the money to have removed from the Internet. You have seen the blogs about me, haven't you, the ones calling me "schizophrenic" for thinking that famous people know who I am and are persecuting me?
Have you ever thought about why the powerful people of your industry have good online reputations, regardless of how many crimes they commit or anything else they do?
From Google:
My being illegally filmed for a year and a half while showering, ironing my work clothes and dressing for work in the gym locker rooms where I and everyone else being criminally victimized by voyeurism and involuntary pornography paid every month to have gym memberships doesn't seem to have induced a feeling of responsibility from you or anyone else who knows that I'm telling the truth.
When I'm at work, like when most of the people who fund celebrity lifestyles from their paychecks are at work, I'm not the star of the show; far from it. Nobody's asking me to talk about or has the remotest interest in my "fantasies, dreams or aspirations." At this point, my being able to leave work for a home where my legally defined, reasonable expectation of privacy is respected seems like a fantasy. Being able to start a social life in which I can give someone my phone number without that person's privacy being immediately invaded by hundreds of malevolent people looking for unauthorized material for everything from ads to movies seems like a fantasy.
You're all paid for exploiting me and everyone around me.
Last, but not least:
No, even that isn't the last thing that I have to say.
When I write, you would call that running my mouth, even though not only your industry but the marketing departments for other industries have spent years making millions of dollars from ridiculing me, even when they base their finished products on things which they have pilfered directly from hacking my phone. Is that an accurate description of your attitude toward me?
When you write, it's work. Is that an accurate description of your belief system about your life?
Please feel free to contradict these descriptions of you if you think I'm being unfair.
