Update 01.13.12: A few recent voicemails from Jeremy at the bottom of this post.
To the seasoned Patriots, Jeremy is the always entertaining, and exquisitely delusional, stalker of Crystal Tuell. But for those that are unfamiliar with his story, meet Jeremy "the kissy-faced messiah" Lenowitz. There's a very rare verse that was left out of the official King James Bible that speaks of a man with permanently pursed lips that will one day lead the world to salvation. This text was in ancient Hebrew so there is some controversy as to whether it actually translates to the word "salvation" or "masturbation". Only Jeremy really knows. Jeremy left a comment on Crystal's post yesterday, worried that I had somehow ignored the fact that he was arrested last week for eluding the cops. Fear not, Jeremy, for I haven't forsaken you, my child. You are always welcome within the arms of Trey Starrs, figuratively speaking, of course. I don't often allow paranoid schizophrenics near me, they tend to have clammy hands which really freaks me the f**k out. So I have a few questions for you, Jeremy. First, why is it that President Obama and Defense Secretary Leon Panetta refuse to allow you to play soccer? You must be an exceptionally terrible soccer player for there to be an Executive Order banning you from playing the sport at any level. Does your horrific soccer ability cause countries to go to war? Also, what exactly is it about Crystal's vagina lips that would warrant the FBI paying for her labiaplasty? Were there encrypted national security codes hidden in the folds of her labia? Maybe it was just a bad case of genital warts, Jeremy. Have you ever stopped to think of the possibility that none of what you are spouting is real, that you are essentially dreaming while you are awake due to an imbalance of neurotransmitters (brain chemicals)? Do you honestly not realize that you are mentally ill and need to be on medication, permanently? Listen up, Jeremy. Crystal Tuell may have been beaten over the phone while you listened, but it wasn't a government conspiracy. She was just getting assaulted by her boyfriend because she's a sh*tty human being and she picks abusive men. Let it go already, she isn't worth your time, especially if she has meat curtains. Additionally, you are not being watched or targeted by anyone, not celestial aliens, not the G-men, not even regular citizens. No one is listening to your rants because they think everything you have to say is nonsense. The real conspiracy is that so many mentally ill Americans are in a mental health system that is too flawed and under-funded to really help those that need it the most... I'm talking about you, Jeremy. I'm sorry that you were born with this illness and I really do hope that one day you will be able to find an anti-psychotic that works and stick with it. Until then, just remember that Trey Starrs is your friend. Or is he?
Your supreme leader,
Admiral Trey T. Starrs
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: White
Height: 6 ft 2 in
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Arresting Agency: Portland Police, Central Precinct
Arrest Date: 1/1/2012 7:40 AM
Booking Date: 1/1/2012 10:31 AM
Current Status: Released
Assigned Facility: PERM
Projected Release Date: Unknown
Release Date: 1/1/2012
Release Reason: Released on Own Recognizance
Charge:
RECKLESS DRIVING (A Misdemeanor) $0 Disposed
RECKLESS DRIVING (A Misdemeanor) $0 Disposed
ATT ELUDE BY VEHCLE (C Felony) $0 Disposed
(Click the play button to listen)
Update: Above are two voicemails that Jeremy left for my listening pleasure. I think Jeremy might like me more than he wants to admit. Listen to them at your own risk.
Give up the exciting life of a messiah, an Olympic athlete, and being the center of international conspiracies? Not gonna take those pills. Now, where’s those Nobel prizes for my ideas?
ReplyDeleteGet a job, hippie.
ReplyDelete"Dude"
ReplyDelete@The Metz: Good one.
ReplyDeleteActually for this clown, The Dud, is more appropriate.
lol,that too
ReplyDeleteIs this Charles Mansens love child? 32, ya that's about right
ReplyDeleteTime for some Lithium, Jeremy
ReplyDeleteI got bored halfway through Trey's post and realized I really don't give a shit what this loser did or how Trey embellishes it. Who the fuck cares? I need another drink and bowl.
ReplyDeleteThat was fucking hilarious.... I am beginning 2 feel much better about myself & my previous choices in men... Fuckenaye (hi Chester)- this one is certifiably bat shit cray cray!
ReplyDeleteanother boyfriend of Jessica
ReplyDeleteAnother toon who belongs in the state hospital!
ReplyDeleteIt rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again.
ReplyDeleteAfter watching the video, I'd tazer him too.
ReplyDeleteHe’s crazy. We are not taking over the world.
ReplyDeleteCome on ladies you better jump on this bachelor b4 he gets a profile on Match.com. Jessica I found your soulmate. Jeremy likes long walks in dark alleys,playing soccer while high on meth, collecting knives and scalps, devil worship and threatening public officials. he really likes a girl with overly tanned meat curtains and make sure you are on the federal labiaplasty program when applying for this eligibles bachelors affection.
ReplyDeleteMs Tuell(s) is not and has never been affiliated with the ADC, Monterey Chap.
ReplyDeleteADC does not approve human cloning.
Furthermore; we are NOT taking over the world.
Who knew the second coming of Jesus occurred when Jeremy was born...It's prophecy he speaks of. Catch his rants at the next occupy PDX general meeting. True story, those crazy fuckers allow this guy to make decisions for the great future of Occupy America.
ReplyDeleteIf your mugshot didn’t appear in Thepotshot, shoot Trey a friendly reminder:“Hey Trey, Im not dirty enough for the pot shot anymore ????”
ReplyDeleteThe contents of this article explain my arrests and mixups with Portland authorities for the past 3 years. I was trying to file a 3rd amendmant rights suit prior to the current case for attempt to elude the cops. I was traumatized by the cops for they are physically and verbally abusive. They shoot at me without asking questions, they rip my body parts and laugh about it. The Portland authority needs a wake up call.
ReplyDeleteAfter being introduced to Crystal by a mutual friend in September of 2008 we hung out on 3 different occasions before one night Crystal Lynn Tuell called me and said “I need Your Help” … I asked her why? She said, “They’re following me “. Who’s following you I asked??? “The Cops “ answered Crystal. Why are they following I asked, “I’ve been drinking and driving she said “ I’m coming over she told me. Ill be they’re in 10 minutes or Ill call you. I tell her she should pull over and I can pick her up.” No I got to go the cops are behind me”…I asked where she is? She says on 58th and Killingworth. I call her back after 20 minutes go by. She says I’m sick and im going to puke. “Where are you at I can pick you up?” she told me she was driving on the 205 freeway near Powell. I was already in the car before we hung up and it took me a matter of minutes to get to her reported location. She wasn’t they’re and when I arrived I searched Hi and low, in every parking lot on Powell, in every parking lot on Division and called her and texted her numerous times. 45 minutes of searching went by and I almost gave up and I was headed home when I passed the Tic Tock and remembered some shady nights they’re and I thought I should search harder cause anything can happen in that neighborhood so I turned around on 82nd Ave and headed through the Eastport Plaza shopping center and when I was exiting the shopping center I got a hold of Crystal and she said, “My friends think you’re a stalker, I hate you, I hate You, I hate You” and then she hung up the phone. I called right back and she said I hate, I hate you, I hate you and hung up again. This is only 2 nights after she molested me and told me she loved me. I didn’t make out with her or make love to her because I wanted it to be special. Ive only kissed less then 10 girls in my life and had sex with maybe 4. I asked her to go to the wine country so we can get a B and B but she just wanted to party I guess. Anyways back to rescue call. I searched everywhere for 45 minutes to an hour and after her comments that she hates me I was angry that I wasted time I asked for $60 dollars for my services over the phone and by text. An hour later a man calls and leaves a message, “ This is Dr. Leibowitz and Crystal has been my fiancé for 10 years and your bugging us and if you don’t stop calling you’re not going to be invited to the wedding “… I thought it was funny and I showed my roommate Eric Heart , who calls himself “Mogley” the message, and we agreed it would make a good sample for the intro to a song. Then we made some music. At 4 in the mourning Crystal called to apologize but I was mad and I hung up ..A few days passed and I told her to put the crack pipe down and come over whenever she was ready imp not mad we need to leave Portland to get healthy. I told her I wanted to bring her to Mendocino and leave her at a pot farm so she can sober
up and help trim for some cash. A week or so goes by and I keep urging her to come back. I get a call one mourning from a (818) number and I don’t answer thinking it’s a 800 number and the bill collectors want to talk plus who the hell calls at 6 in the mourning anyways. A message is left, I think by accident. A man says “ How many times did you go home with him ?” , then a girls voice answers with passion in a firm voice tone “ TWO” .. Then she either gets chocked out or she pukes,,, aaaaggghhhhhhhhh , and another girl says, “O my God Crystal “……and the phone gets hung up end of message. I leave my house immediately and think about driving to the Police station to threaten her abusers to deliver her or ill turn in the message and I notice people are following me so I start taking they’re pictures with my phones camera while i'm driving. I tell my friend Greg Rainwater who is already coming over cause he wanted to bring me a belated birthday gift that I’m scared and I think they’re trying to hurt me. We go to Lunch at Laurelwood on 52nd and Sandy and there s a really skinny man looking at us but not eating. He’s wearing silly shorts with a funny print and a cheap tourist shirt. It reminds me of the outfits Travolta and Samuel l Jackson are wearing in Pulp Fiction after they dirty they’re clothes killing a guy. He looks way out of place is what I'm trying to say. He goes outside so I send my friend Greg out to see what he’s doing. Greg comes back in and tells me to relax and because his girlfriend at the time was pregnant and I wanted him to be a good father so he can be they’re for the kid I had him drop me at the Gas station where the guy who introduced me to Crystal works. A man with ear muffs like ones you would use at the gun range is they’re in between me and my friend Hamid. He has dark hair and a medium toned completion. I go outside to smoke a cigarette and the Ear muffed man leaves the store. I go back in the store and the earmuff man follows me back in and gets in between me and Hamid. He eventually leaves across the street to the Hollywood transit center and waits for bus 66. A man in A wheel chair and a mask that looks like a moon face, big and round the size of a 16 inch pizza in comes rolling through pointing something that’s covered by his jacket so I jump behind a car . A girl comes through the Gas station crying. I think its Crystals friend Jenifer Prentice but I cant say for sure. I leave for a minute but don’t know where to go .Not wanting to leave the transit route with the regards that I believe there should be cameras on a transit routes I head east to Bank of America on Sandy then I return to the gas station because I cant make it home and even if I did I wouldn’t be on camera anymore. I return to the gas station. Some black dudes come to the gas station and tell me to sit shotgun. They have a green Hyundai and its dented severely. I’ve seen Crystal rolling through the Cully neighborhood in that car. By this time I’m holding my phone in the air telling them to take it .A Box truck from UHAUL comes through the station and they put a lamp on the ground with a Green Shade. I think the Green part was glass. I told Hamid “these guys are nuts , don’t give um gas.” Hamid wants me to leave cause he’s got to to work and im making a scene . I don’t know where to go . My phone runs out of batteries so I have Hamids phone. 2 cars arrive with the twin license plates GDMFMLY or GDMNFLY. I saw it as Godman Family . Anyways , One car is a Gold Land Rover and one car is a Blue Volvo wagon. The man in the land rover is like 50 or so with a mullet , he is Caucasian with a medium build probably
ReplyDeleteathletic build and the lady in the Volvo is a Mallatto or something exotic. She is 40 something. They wont take the phone. A 30 something year old man built like a soldier, slim but strong tells me in a whisper go to the gym, we can’t take it on camera. I go to the Gym across the street, 24 hour Fitness Hollywood district and check in cause I'm a member of 24 hour fitness and there s a man standing 6 foot 6 with a red haired hi and tight haircut, He’s wearing a green suit. He looks official so I look at him but he doesn’t budge or talk so I go to the bathroom and there’s a bunch of men undressing wearing gun holsters’ and I thought they were the right men and I abandoned my phone on the urinal. I leave the gym and the skinny man from the restaurant meets me. Even though he’s skinny you can tell he’s no joke, He’s a little scary like an Opus Day guy would look in the movies. I’m scared so I hop a fence and I start running and wind up at the bank. I don’t know where to go. I go down the street to another bank, Wells Fargo then I gear up for a run. I run towards the east cause there’s a stairwell to the Alameda and I though that be my fastest route home to my car but a Nissan B2200 blue comes screaming through the parking lot in the back of Wells Fargo and I run around the Block and wind up on 42nd Ave. across the street from the Moon and Sixpence. A Green GMC SUV comes rolling up on the wrong side of the street and the window opens and the man in the Mask doesn’t look like he has a mask anymore but rather he’s a giant headed man with beautiful piercing green eyes. The giant headed man , that I later named pizza face before I learned the Uranthians call him Prince Calagasias, is pointing something at me out the rear drivers side window. . At the time I though it was a gun so I jumped behind a pole and starting screaming ,” the guys in the green GMC are trying to shoot me” and they speed off. The article in question , The shotgun , was made of Something golden, maybe bronze or brass and wrapped in another less shiny metal maybe steel. If it was a gun it was casted in old traditions like an antique civil war era gun might be but now that I think about it was probably a sceptor and not a gun. I ran into the Moon and Sixpence and ordered a Hop Harvest IPA , I don’t now what maker made the beer, for the pub Moon and Sixpence has a fantastic selection of beers. As they’re pouring my beer I tell the story to the whole bar . I tell um I recorded a sex slave getting beaten and now people are trying to kill me. The whole bar goes silent and two patrons get up and leave the room then everyone goes back to talking amongst themselves. The bar tender says,” are you sure this the best place to run?” and I feel bad for endangering them and I get up to leave and the bar tender stops me and tells me to call the cops and wait for them in the bar. I called my parents but couldn’t get a hold of them because they were in Italy, I call my sister and couldn’t get a hold of her and finally get a hold of my Grandpa and Grandma Shimeon and Harriett in Florida and tell um the story in fear for my life. The cops show up 20 minutes later and I beg for protection and they say they cant do anything unless I'm High, Are you kidding me, I want to talk to the vice police or the FBI I told um not knowing at the time sex slavery is the US Marshals jurisdiction. He says he can’t help me but he can take me to the drunken tank for being high. “ Did you do any drugs”? I had done drugs the day before so I said ya I used thinking I can convince the drunk tank to let me talk to the vice police or the FBI. I spend many
ReplyDeletehours in the tank not wanting to go but eventually they forced me to go cause I was getting nasty with the officers because they were laughing when I was crying because I thought Crystal who goes by “ MIAMI” was dead. Later on that week I get a message . It says Goddilla , we will find you and we will get You “They release me and warned me that I was in a dangerous neighborhood..
ReplyDeleteI called Crystal a bunch of times worried about her and I would only talk to men. One guy told me his name was Anthony when he called. His phone number is (818) 2577773 or something close to that. Anyways I knew I was out of shape and I sobered up from drugs and cigarettes but I thought I can still drink. . I walk 10 miles a day. Do sit-ups. I could only do 1 pushup at the time I trained and Trained and trained and I’m getting healthier and healthier except for the fact I cant get over Crystal and I become consumed with reaching her. A month goes by and Its Haloween night. I’m not invited to the Party cause I’ve been fighting with Mogley and his cousin Eva because they told me I broke Crystal up with her boyfriend. I spent Haloween alone and I go to my favorite strip club Union Jacks and I drink some Saphire Gins and Tonics and spend some money on private dances .I’m done for the meantime with my private dance and one of the girls said you offered the girl 50 dollars for a blow job? I say “ No what are you talking about?” She repeats, You offered the girl $50 dollars for a Blow Job ?” and now I’m afended cause I go they’re every week , tip well , by dances and spend money at the bar. So I tell the bouncers your girl offended me and they’re messing around and Im pissed so I try to pick a fight with the bouncers not thinking straight. One guy is a giant Brazilian dude and he’s a trained martial artist so I steer away from him, and the other bouncer is a 6 fot 4 inch Black dude and he’s pretty fitt . He probably weighs 230 and has a huge reach so neither guy is an easy fight but I was gonna pick the Blackguy thinking they would both just pick me up and throw me outside. Instead they escorted me out nicely and another guy that works they’re was out front dressed like the Devil because its Haloween. Hes the little lest but for some reason he scares me more then the big guys Anyways I tell them ‘ Im Lion of Judah and theyre gonna pay for messing with me “: Thje devil guy laughs and they all tell me to go and come back when Im in a better mood. Furious, I walk off huffing and puffing and I head west towards downtown while walking over the Burnside Bridge. When I get to the other side I cross the street to the South towards Dantes Inferno club and Pizza shop and when Im in the middle of the intersection A Skinny Black Kid with 2 girls on his arm asks me what Im looking at . “ You want to Go ?“ He says. Still furious I raise my fist to fight but then I see that there is 3 cop cars with the officers outside the cars already watching so I pause and dont swing . The Black kid punches me twice in the face then grabs my lip and cheek with his hand in my mouth and I drop to the ground and break the hold and he runs away. The cops, Officer Thompson and her compadres are already at the scene and they direct me to sit on a car on the other side of the intersection. I sit the car a privately owned Japaneese sedan, I think its white and they question me and ask for my ID. They ask if I can Identify the kid who fought me and I am bewildered by this question because they watched the whole fight. “What do you mean can I identify
him ? “I say astonished that they don’t already have a description . They look me up in the computer and ask me why am I a missing person ? I try to explain that Im not missing but rather my mother tried to file a report that I was mentally unstable for just a few days prior to the incedent she brought me to Providence hospital on NE Glisan for an examination trying to get me institutionalized. When they freed me and didn’t institutionalize me, she called the cops to warn them that I was distraught. Anyways I explained to the officers or atleast tried to that Im not missing and A minute or three goes by and the cop says “ Throw him on the ground , hes armed and dangerous and hes a meth dealer” so the cops grab me and we struggle to the middle of the street. I think its 3rd or 2nd Ave . I didn’t go down cause ,one I was already sitting when they grabbed me and two its dirty theyre plus ive been searched many times and its either hands on the wall , hands on the hood or get down on the ground, not shrow him on the groung, So I don’t let them takle me easily and we up in the middle of the street and I finally get taken down and Thomson says, “ We will ill ripp your arms out boy” and she ripped my left arm wich is still dislocated today. Then they handcuffed me and carried me face down by my cuffs while Thomson kicked me in the face 3 times and now Im bleeding out my lip and tongue.They get me In the car and drive me downtown. I tell them Im Lion of Judah and theyre gonna pay and I spit blood all over the cars barrier window between the front and back of the interior caulkpitt. When we get to the station in the garage , Thompson asks me a question so I turn to look at her because you should look people in the eyes when you talk and she hits me and brings me to the ground then they carry me face down by my hancuffs again and throw me face first straight into a toiellete. I stay in Iso for some time furious and yelling before I calm down and they ask me if im ready to go to the normal lockup and they put me in a holding cell with another guy. They let me out in the mourning and I see EVA and she asks me what Ive been doing last night and Im emaressed to tell her so I don’t know what I say. Then I buy some single cigerettes and smoke one even though I had quit cigereetes and drugs for weeks. I relapse but not to bad and I go back to training .
ReplyDeleteShe texts me afew times to try to sell me White Girl , sometimes my pocket would call back and a dude would call yelling and Id tell him you text me bro , my pocket called you. She would call sometimes and tell me stough like oh its you , I was trying to call Striker.. Anyways one night she called and I was in Portland and she told me she was drinking and driving again. I asked to pick her up and we met at the Bimart on 102nd ave. She wanted me to get a motel in that neighborhood but I already had a Hotel room in downtown. She told me she wanted to show me her favorite spot a parking lot near the OMSI. We talked for 40 minutes theyre and then we went to my room . I touched her a little bit and massaged her and tried to use my chi to please her. She told me she came and I looked at her like she was crazy. Then she made me feel her vagina wich I didn’t want to do because at the time I had a wart on my finger. Anyways I touched it but barely then she told me to stick it in her and we had sex for an hour but I didn’t climax cause I was trying to please her and I ran out of energy and we went to sleep for a few hours and then woke up and ate breakfast in the
mourning. She ate like a pig. She had 3 hardboiled eggs and like 4 croisants and a bunch of fruit. I was tired so I didn’t eat much, then we went back upstairs and she started smoking Heroine but she couldn’t do it right and I thought to myself shes wasting allot of the drugs. We slept till 3 or 4 and she told me when she awoke she has to pay her Romanian drugdealers who lived on 72 and Halsey . She had some meth in her purse that she said was a eightball but it was only barely over a grahm. Anyways being an idiot I bought it from her so she can pay her people thinking she would come back and hang out again. She called that night and invited me to the Rain Sports Bar but I was feeling sick cause I did a bunch of the drugs and id been sober for eight months and my body was rejecting it. Also the first night she met me she told me she worked at Rain Sports bar and the owner was biggest coke dealer in Portland.I was in no shape to go to a bar full of coke dealers. She called an hour or 2 later crying and told me her friends took her keys. I asked her if she needed my help but she wouldn’t let me help her. I called back every hour to check on her and eventually she turned off her phone. The next mourning at 5 in the mourning we touched base and she came downtown around 7 and picked me up and drove me to the bagel shop on NE FREEMONT near 42nd and I ordered a bagel and Lox.. I asked her to come shopping with me at the outlet mall and we went back to my room to relax. She went to sleep and I rented the room for another day and watched that Indian Millionaire movie while she snored.I remember her telling me she doesn’t snore and I thought it was funny that she was snoring . She woke up and I wanted to head to Woodburn to shop but she told me she wants to go to the tanning salon. She asked me if I wanted to go and I thought she was crazy .
ReplyDeleteThen she smoked all the drugs that was left. I didn’t want anymore cause I was sick from the night before . She told me to stay one more day.and we said goodbye but she looked sad. She said she be back in an hour but she didn’t come and turned her phone off. In the mourning I found her car at Ricks House, the place she said she lived near 60th and Killingsworth . Her window was wide open and the door was unlocked so I sat in her car and texted her. Then I noticed her phone was in the car so I left a note saying I took the phone and Ill give it back for a hugg goodbye. Later that day I went back to Ricks and Rick and two dudes came outside to talk to me. Then Crystal came outside crying saying ,“ Shoot him already, shoot him already” She wouldn’t come near me or Rick .Shoot him ? Was that intended for me or for Rick ? I left and an hour or two later the cops called and told me to return the phone at the North Precinct so I brought it theyre and they arrested me without taking a proper statement. I was arrested then jailed for a week before I was bailed out. We payed Crystal to drop the charges for I was still in court for the resisting arrest case involving officer Thompson. My Lawyer told me nobody ever wins a resisting arrest case and I should plead no contest in attempt for a lighter scentance.
ReplyDeleteMy Lawyer , My dad and the court sent me to the Clinic where they put me on Nuero blocking medecine and I spent 6 weeks in the Clinic and only got to see the psyciatrist for less then an hour the whole time I was theyre and they charged me 1150 dollars a day. They did however teach classes on coping skills, CBT
DBT and minfullness and I enjoyed allot of my time learning new things. I leasrned to enjoy the other patients and we all made progress on our issues. The medecine they gave me made it impossible to do situps cause It made my head full of water and congested and my equilibrium out of balance so I stopped taking the medecine cause Im now workout finatic.Once an Addict , always an Addict so I traded my vice. Also they only let me work out on theyre schedule and for not enough time every day and though I enjoyed my fellow patients and the doctors I knew I wasn’t in the right place.I got out of the Institution and they wanted me to go to continuation care for atleast 3 months but I refused cause they never listen to my needs and I didn’t think I had any problems except trouble explaining my story so I went to a Halfway house or Sober house in Beverlywood LosAngeles called the Haven House ,. It cost 4 grand a month and I had to pay extra for my trainer. They were nice though and really tried to help me get a job and get on track but I wasn’t in the mood to be helped and I left the sober house after a month and a couple of weeks. I wanted to go to Musicians Institute to study the Independent Artist program where you must write and record your own music . I thought it would force me to write songs and be productive and I was excited to do the program but it wasn’t starting that semester and I sighned up for recording Engineering instead. I enjoyed my classmates and the teachers and learned allot from the staff. At the time I could barely use a computer when I got theyre so just learning the computer skills was worth my time. I was still pompous and thought I was Lion of Judah and I didn’t work as hard as I should of but I think I helped my classmates perform better and we had all kinds of different walks of people enjoying eatchothers company. I miss my classmates and the teachers at MI. One teacher got in my face and I dont like confrontation and I stormed out of his class . He taught me a lot about life with his statement, “ You must learn to follow before you can lead”. I didn’t pass one of his classes. I did alright that semester, but couldn’t focus the next semester cause Crystals beating was still haunting me. At the time I thought she was rescued from slavery for Crystal was in a halfway house at the YWCA on SW10th ave . in Portland. I had written her a letter in jail and she wrote back a few times and drew me a Lotus Flower and promised to draw me a Manga or Japaneese animation,. She wanted some books on Mangas . We were taking for a while when she was released and the last thing she ever told me was , I met Brandon Roy today and she never called again except once during a class where the teatcher hates phone calls she called repitevlly so I excused my self to tell her she needs to call me back after class wich had an hour left. I never heard from her again.
ReplyDeleteI couldn’t focus anymore and I left to go to Oregon thinking Id miss one week of school and get docked points but be able to visit her and clear my head and come back strong to finish the program. I left her many messages on MYSPACE she never called. Her best friend was listed as Deonica Johnson and I contacted her . Then a week went by and her best friend turned to Janine Lindemulder and I was furious that she was hanging out with pornographers and she cant help me get my head together. I called her shelter and asked for her. They said is she the
pretty girl with blond hair ? I said ya and they told me she moved out over a week ago. I didn’t believe um and I sent presents. I got to Oregon and went
ReplyDeleteto the shelter but they didn’t let me in.I slept in my car the last day I was there with two hoodies , One on my feet and one on my head and woke up to a brand new Garbage truck parked outside my car . It scared me and I jumped up and drove all the way back to LA . I tried to go to school but I couldn’t focus so I had to withdraw from MI. I lost all my friends and my family tells me Im hallucinating. I kept loosing more and more friends. Nobody would listen to my story. Nobody would hang out with me. I continued to work out and got frustrated that drunk drug addict women beaters were telling me Im hallucinating but I kept working out and I became so fit I was like a 18 year old again but better because when I was 18 I was already out of shape. That New Years I spent alone on Alvarado street in Monterey after driving all day from LA and when I saw Crystal was having a party at her house I was sad and I became detatched from the world and I decide I was moving out of LA back to my parents house cause I couldn’t be alone anymore. A year and half went by and I became more and more angry because I knew everyone was making PORNO and selling drugs but they wouldn’t tell me what happened to the girl. I contacted people from her facebook looking for her. No one responded .. I got worse and worse and my health made a U turn and I still have nobody to talk to and my dad sides with the girls gang but wont tell me who her gang is so I left my dads when a guy Sean Black invited me to Portland cause theyre was an open room for 350 dollars a month and I wanted to try to go back to society.
Still angry and running out of money A person that owes me money came by the house I was staying at at 5403 NE 17th Ave . Not taking shit from anyone that owes me money or sells drugs or makes porno I pushed the dude to scare him into paying me and he ran to his car and pulled numbchucks out of his trunk. The guy in question Austin Martin White, Slamed the numbchucks against the fence then spun um like a Ninja so I got ready and cornered him in the yard waiting for his strike so I can woop him . He got scared and nolonger showed good form with his weapon and I had him pinned if he swung I would front kick him in the chin and he would of flown through the fence or over the fence. He didn’t strike so I walked away. A few minutes later I go outside and the cops are theyre and they say “ Hands in the Air” I was frightened cause theyre was 5 cops with gunds drawn so I tried to run into the house but Sean Black slams the door and locks me out so I run to the street and once again, “Hands in the Air or will shoot you with a Beanbag” >>A bean bag I thought, big deal so I turned and ran for the back of the house not wanting to deal with irate cops in a dark area and they unloaded Darts at me. One dart hit me in the shoulder and I ran inside. If I new they were trying to taZe me I would of stood still and reflected the charge. Anyways I ran in and called 911 to explain the story and I yelled at them for not taking my statement and listening to a guy that pulled an illegal weapon at the house I pay rent at. I hang up on 911 and the officer calls me and tells me to take my shirt off. I cant because a dart is through the shirt and the shirts stuck . I want
to talk to the cops but not outside with no light . Officer Quakenbush took control of the opreration . They wouldn’t come in and eventually after talking Sean Black wich I have no idea how he got outside considering just minutes before he locked me out from the front, but after talking to him they left the scene. .They told him the dart can be removed if you just pull it out. I tried but it was stuck . I called my sister and told her what was going on and she sent me a link to a youtube tutorial on removing the dart. I called the cop to ask him to identify the round by name and number thinking it was a x24 tazer. He didn’t sound sure at all and I don’t trust anyone in my life after recording a beating and being told I’m hallucinating plus the cops shot at me in my own yard without taking a statement.. I called the FBI in Portland , the FBI in Washington and 911 to file a proper report. The FBI in Washington was kind enough to answer but I was furious and he had to hang up on me. Atleast he tried. Everyone else avoided me and beat around the bush. I didn’t trust that it was a tazer dart and I was scared to have Blacks drunk ass remove it so I waited till the mourning and went to Providence hospital to get the dart removed. Doctor Pouty had to make a small incision to get the dart out. She seemed honest but who knows. I was mad they wouldn’t take my report and dwelled on it for two days and spent New Years alone in Bed again.
ReplyDeleteNewyears day I woke up early and went to Uptown Starbucks got my usual a Tripple Grande Hazelnutt Latte then went downtown to fetch cops and bring um to the North Precinct to take a statement expecting to get arrested or have them apologize. I honked at the cops and drove around the square where the station, jail and courts are and finally a cop got behind me and sirened. So I drove east over Hawthorne bridge and at the end of the bridge there was a spike strip already on the ground. I avoided it , turned left on Grand missed two more spike strips having to leave Grand to avoid the last one and I turned into a Industrial area and the cops smashed into my bumper causing my car to spin out. I got out of the car with my hands up and the phone in one hand , got down on my belly and I threw the phone. They cuffed me and put me in a squad car and talked amongst themselves for a few minutes , then drove me to the station and put me in a Iso chamber. Eventually after an hour they let me out of Iso and moved me through the basement to the booking room and I was booked. I checked in got fingerprinted then watched football in the booking room for what seemed like an hour but I guess it was more cause eventually I got released around 3pm under my own recog.. I walked all the way back to NE 17th and Killingsworth. The next day I went to get the stough out of my car ( my beanies and my remotes and whatever was important but on the way to the impound I lost my wallet and had no ID to show the tow yard. I went towards home ,filed a police report about the missing wallet , tried to file a lost and found report but Trimet office was close. I cancelled my Credit Card to be safe. I got home and asked my roommate to drive me to the area near the impound yard for my wallet might be on the ground they’re but she was working and told me to use a cab. I only had a little bit of money and new I needed to save it to eat and have money for court costs and impound costs and new I couldn’t afford the cab . It’s a hour and a half bus trip to
the impound yard cause some bus lines were closed for the Holiday. The next day my roommate Jessica Pierry helped get the car from the Yard. I only had a few hundred dollars after that and I had no ID or ATM card so I became late on rent and she threatened me and took the locks off immediately . I gave her 200 dollars for my past bills and left the house to eat with my friend Jake Hogan. When I got back to the house all my stough was on the porch . I only had 200 dollars and no ID so I packed up and had to drive to California to get an ID and stash my car and stough so I wouldn’t loose everything. I made it to Monterey. Now Im waiting on an ID and Bankcard so I can go back to Oregon safely.
ReplyDeleteI now realize that I shouldn’t be driving if Im upset and I shouldn’t honk at cops but rather call them or have a lawyer call them. I am frusted that the Oregon PD put me as armed and dangerous. I never had any weapons. I used to leave a Buck knife in my car. A buck knife should be on every man in the wilderness. Its not a weapon. I never bought more then a quarter ounce of drugs in my life . I did sell a few 50 bags to one dude every now and then. I sold a total of 250 dollars gross worth of drugs in my life so to have me listed as an armed and dangerous drugdealer is false aqusation. I was already trying to file a 3rd amendment rights suit with the city of Portland but no lawyer will even talk to me due to the authorities lies and deception. I understand I got some anger issues to deal with . I don’t think I can get better without hearing what happened to Crystal after the beating I recorded. The Trauma from the incedent has really impacted my life. I want to move on. Ive spent 87 thousand dollars since the incedent on institutions lawyer fees and travel costs and Im worse now then when I started. I deserve the money reimbursed plus 30 grand a year for missed salaries. I am now an Avid athlete. A year ago I was so fit I would of qualified for the Olympic Decathalon. Now Im not as fitt due to an injury involving my left leg and belly. We cant Identify the injury yet. It may be an ulcer, it may be a tear who knows. I owe 3 grand for that and still have no diagnosis.I love soccer ,and I deserve to be a pro soccer player. No agents will hear me because im to controversial due to Crysrtals beating plus I havnt been on a organized team since I was 12.Soccer is my biggest love. I also write music but cant write lyrics right now due to my anger. I believe music should be sirene and take the listener to a dream state. I want to make beautiful fun music not nightmare music. Lawyers wont call me back, cops don’t take my statements. I don’t want to sue for anything but the TRUTH and money owed . It is my 3rd amendmant right to learn what happened regarding the Beating I recorded and reported.
Erotic Workers Act., Biometrics Drug Dealing and Social Service and Transportation Act..MY GAMES>>>>
ReplyDeleteEROTIC WORKERS ACT
Erotic workers are defined as anyone bearing nudity for revenues or people that give sensual pleasure as a job.
All Erotic Workers are to pay circa 60 dollars a month. Money acquired from Erotic Workers Act is to supply Health Care Clinics and rehabilitation facilities for workers of Erotica. Other revenues will help pay for justice system. For every 250 thousand Erotic Workers we should be able to hire circa 40 thousand non Erotic Workers.
A managing Union must be formed to monitor the Erotic Workers and to push the paper.The Erotic workers act is to slow down people making decisions due to drug abuse and peer pressure. Every Erotic worker will be assigned a social worker. Every 4 months the Erotic Worker may or may not have to check in with office to renew permits. Erotic workers must carry there Erotic IDS at all times as if they were a green card. Porno shoots must include video documentation of members ID and explanation of what the coming scene is to entail. The pre shot must be filed away in personal records for at least 3 years after the production.
Patrons using Erotic services must pay 3 dollars a day or circa 100 dollars a year to partake in Erotic services
BIOMETRICS DRUGDEALING
A DRUG PRODUCER MAKES DRUGS> BASED ON (X) amount of revenues the Drug Producer must employ (A) Amount of people. (A)'s can work in any profession , not just manufacturing...
Drug Brokers buy drugs from producers and bring um to Marketplace to be traded and acquired by Drug Dealers. Marketplace sets values and taxes are calculated by products/weight
Drugdealers must pay licensing fee and biometrics management fees to be able to purchase drugs from marketplace. Drugs can be sold at Parlours designated for adults only. If drugs leave parlor they must have a biometrics stamp attached to the baggy.Drugs caught outside parlor not carried by licensed broker and without biometrics stamp is punishable by DEATH. Drugdealers must pay corresponding taxes periodically. If you get high on your own supply , you still pay the tax. Tax money is used as a fusion to lower conventional taxes giving us money for job creation and healthcare needs.
SOCIAL SRVICES AND Public Transit Act.
Every citizen buys a bus pass, Circa 20 bucks a month for adults and 5 dollars a month for children's. revenues are used to keep drivers , mechanics, construction workers and paper pushers employed. Money from biometrics drug dealing can pay for transit pass.
money here can also be used for minor medical supplies and vaccinations. I guess it should be called Social Services and Transportation act. If everyone uses public transit roads will move freely and Air quality should improve
We need to desalinize water Now. The Glaciers are melting and waters are rising. We must retrofit empty rivers and creeks to be watersheds as well as build man made watersheds to store water. Some watershed for filtration , some watersheds for energy production , some for recreation.
Also we need to install Salmon watersides on every major damn. Salmon watersides are for fish population stimulation only . Not for stealing our budget. We have fish ladders to go up the damn but we need the spawns to get down safely. A salmon waterside can be built for as little as a few thousand dollars. we need large format pumps connected to hoses downstream from the spawns. we simply direct the spawns around the turbines
chew on that TREY
WANt SOME OTHER IDEAS? The Portland PD is nothing but heroine slanging gun dealing Pimps , I havnt done drugs in years. FUNNY BUSSINESS
ReplyDeletejeremy says, "Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard."
ReplyDeleteOh my mindfucking god, my head hurts after reading all this.
ReplyDeleteYa and where is the money at. F AMERICA
ReplyDeleteVideo Lotteria....
Conventional Mexican Lotteria but in multi languages and played with touchscreen tablets , instead of cards for Multi Location Gaming. Not only can a player have fun playing BINGO for big pots with a small investment but they can learn the basics of many languages while playing
My Games....
Waterslide Racing, Fish in a Basket, Capture the Ghost, Bumper Car Mayhem, Skeetball Challenger , Pull the Canoe etc, etc etc..
Games are to be played by TOURISTS and vacation destinations, and Party Places. Tourists will compete for drink vouchers and souvenir credits.
An online Network will display the games. On Channel 1 we will have a regular Television channel that hilights the destinations where the games are played. On channel 2 through ????? We will broadcast the games. The later channels will have material to risky for channel 1.Subscriptions will be sold or Broadcasted online . (originally I wanted Apple TV but they tried to hurt me so I will build a private network)
Parlors will display games on projectors and TV screens. A deposit will give a patron of the parlor access to a tablet(touchscreen) and they can manage betting over they're tablet....Small bets can be made on games maybe in 1 to 12 credit increments. Winnings will be divide out to all the winners so once again a small investment can gain a huge return. if we have enough locations for the tourists the games will never stop running.
SnakeRun Racing
On Tuesday we should put Snakerun racing along side the Dogs or the Horses at the OFFTRACK. Snakerun race is a race through a optical course using skateboards or roller blades.
Step and Swim Horse Race
12 riders will compete 1 or 2 times a week for a 3 month season.Riders can be conventional jockeys, Cowgirls, Cowboys, English Classicals ex Mounty and so on. Riders will be paid hefty salaries and will be confined from to much outside contact to prevent cheating.Riders will become Icons worldwide. There will be 30 or so Horses in the pool. No rider will ride the same Horse twice for the 3 month season. We build exciting off track courses with small jumps and opstical's to cause possible excitement for the riders.I havn't ridden since I was a boy so I will need to ride and hang out with riders to know what a cool course might look like.
Honk at police cars to provoke them to chase you. Later you can rant about being a victim.
ReplyDeleteWhen you provoke the police does it ever work out like you planned?
You're lucky they didn't shoot you.
They did shoot me 2 days before . Thats what this shits about. The Portland PD are nothing but Heroine smuggling gun dealing pimps and Im prepared to turn states evidence on them after this. LUCKY??? Define Lucky
DeleteI think my eyes just exploded or imploded and I am starting to hallucinate. Jeremy, is it contagious? The illness? get a life or a good psychiatrist
ReplyDeleteYou're lucky the cops didn't shoot you with real guns instead of a taser. You know the difference, you manipulative jerk.
ReplyDeleteWere those cops or gangbangers. I got attacked by numb chucks in my own yard. Real guns:? Real Tazers or some Matra Supra Hell Trick. 2nd order and Calagasias will never see the end of me. Thats who beat the girl no ???
DeleteCalagasias is a Urantian no ? Portal gaming ??? Hats off for being a Ignorance supporter Trey
DeleteNo worries for traffic court; you have a reasonable explanation for provoking police to chase you.
ReplyDeleteBahahahahhaa! where's the straight jacket PPD? This guy drives?
ReplyDeleteHow is this asshole not locked up in the looney bin???
ReplyDeleteUnionized sex. Gambling parlors where adults play children's games. These ideas are gold. The Nobel prizes will be ours!
ReplyDeleteIs this for real? I'm having a hard time with nobelpeace prized drug addicts with schizophrenia hallucinating over vaginas and police chases.my head is spinning. sounds like a really bad acid trip
ReplyDeleteWe cannot deny ADC’s existence now that we are the subject Mr Starr’s video. However; Mr Lenowitz is a slanderous liar. We are NOT taking over the world. Damn you Jeremy!
DeleteWatch BALIGIRL Thursday nights on ADC World TV
Jeremy, you said some really hurtful things about us but you know, we are all about mending fences. Can your dad watch the yard sale for awhile? We’ll take you to lunch. Maybe the subject of football (soccer) will come up.
ReplyDeleteWill you be bringing the custom made straight jacket? Jeremy is gonna need some special attention to get ready for his ospicious prize(s). Portland is ready to gift you a private room for a very long time. I have an extra copy of one flew over the cuckoos nest for ya.Your parents must be so proud of your accmplishments and nobel prize winning ideas.
ReplyDeleteTimes have changed. No one in Cuckoos Nest was as mental as Jeremy and they were locked up 24/7.
DeleteWhat video?
ReplyDeleteWhat video? Page up passed all 27 pages of the Jeremy manifesto, passed Jeremy’s “3rd amendmant rights” (gov can’t make you house soldiers). It’s with the photos.
DeleteCool story bro
ReplyDeleteIf anyone can ride the LIne, It will be you Zack.
DeleteDoes smoking heroine cause permanent erectile dysfunction? maybe that's why Crystal gave up?
ReplyDeleteThe 18th is judgement day
ReplyDeleteTrey, You return Jeremy’s call? Sounded important.
ReplyDeleteHe pled not guilty to some trumped up charges by drug dealing weapon selling thugs. Who wants to go to court in march to stand up for cray cray?
ReplyDeleteThanks Jeremy. Keep us posted. Down with cray cray!
DeleteOh wait...Jeremy, are you "cray cray" now? Stand up for cray cray!
DeleteJeremy, we blacked out thepotshot on your court day. No reason we can’t work together.
ReplyDeleteStop saying hurtful stuff about us, OK?
Hot child in the city running wild looking pretty
ReplyDelete32 years old and a worthless pile of crap.
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