I have complained so much about being ramrodded into Q and then I was sent a team of agents to threaten me around my house because I refused to play the BS character they had clearly written for me.

I used to be a celebrity photographer. Looking back, I realize now so much of that was a set up by the mobsters who run that milieu. Yet, I had many positive experiences from my “friends” whom the mafia is threatening into not acknowledging my existence. Kid Rock did kiss me when the publicists were not looking. Roger Waters had difficulty keeping up the act. Mike Love tried jogging my memory about the abuse we both suffered. Even Alec Baldwin gave me a cute little look which I now understand.

Donald Trump was very pleasant to work with and he brought us really nice dolls of him.

My main mafia warden also acted like he owned Donald Trump so I could never blame him much.

Yesterday, I claimed we can determine what side someone is really on by their sad red rimmed eyes and the other hints and clues they throw when the limelight is on them.

Let’s try this on Donald Trump:

Tears. My other mafia warden Mr. Harvard Professor drove me to tears and then told me bitterly, “at least you can cry.” I never saw that guy cry and I was calling him an inhuman monster in my mind before I found out how to escape him but he kept picking up that phone to ruin my life.