A rather unfortunate series of events has brought me to this website. I’m just going to tell my story like it happened. I’m not going to be around much longer if I don’t get the help I require, so here it goes folks. I’m 40 years old born Santa Monica, raised in Malibu and Ojai CA. I moved to Lake county CA at 19. Not what I wanted to do but my life was suddenly upended.
I got a job as the production assistant/green room coordinator for all musical acts at the Konacti resort. The resort manager became aware of my afterhours exploits with many of the acts that came through. Nothing out of the ordinary, musicians needing marijuana, hanging out on the tour buses, stuff like that. Assuming my role as assistant to the talent would encompass all facets of catering to the needs of musicians. I continued to do my thing.
The manager then accused me of stealing 25,000 worth of signed Joe Montana football jerseys during some lame golf event. I’m being approached by the police while still at work I immediately demanded a polygraph. After passing the polygraph with flying colors, I return to work. Needless to say this did not make him happy. He was then on a mission to get me fired. After clocking out one night I stuck around for 5 minutes talking to some people at the bar. One of his cronies saw this and they approached me in the parking lot on my way out. Saying since I was there 10 minutes after I clocked out that was against policy. I was immediately relieved of my position with great enthusiasm. Greg Bennett was a smug, angry little man. I can’t be certain but I have a hunch he was involved with the Mob. It was the plumber’s union that owned and operated the resort so….. It seemed fitting given the attempt at framing me for grand larceny.
So there I was, almost 20, jobless and soon to be homeless. Up the street from where I was renting a room lived a 30s something man named James. James offered me a room for free until I got back on my feet. What a nice guy I thought. Well James had ulterior motives. The sexual advancements started a couple weeks after living there. Now I have no problems with the LGBTQ community whatsoever. Never have. I knew James was gay before I took the offer. I also made it known that I was not. After being unable to secure a job within said timeframe. He began using that against me. Here I am 19 years old completely wet behind the ears. Nowhere to go nobody to help me. Things happened I wasn’t okay with, lets just leave it at that.
A very awkward couple of months ago by. A friend of his from out of town shows up one afternoon. I was chomping at the bit to get out of that house and go have fun. His friend offered to give me a ride to San Francisco where I could stay a night while he went to his business meeting. I had a credit card with a few hundred bucks on it so I went. That was where I was drugged with rohypnol and raped by James friend. 5 years later I had a t-cell count of 5 and was diagnosed with AIDS.
That led to depression which led to pills, which led to heroin, now fentanyl and meth. My body has been utterly destroyed by these drugs. I know it’s my fault and I take full responsibility for what I’ve become. I take care of my mother full-time now working for IHSS. But I don’t make enough money especially for living in Sonoma county California. I’m barely scraping by as it is. And I don’t have the time or the means to get myself clean and sober. I’ve tried every government provided horseshit program known to man. What I need is enough money to make sure my mother is taken care of. So I can have the peace of mind to be able to go get clean. In a decent rehabilitation center somewhere. They cost a lot of money unless you’re going to the salvation army. That’s just not going to work for me at this point. I would lose my job, my mother would end up and some state operated home. She only gets $1,400 a month from social security. That’s not enough for groceries in California. I’m in between a rock and a hard place and I’m absolutely and dire need of financial assistance. Which I am certain I would be able to pay back once I’m clean and sober again. If there’s anyone out there that has taken the time to read this. And you happen to have disposable income. I absolutely need your help. I’m not the ubiquitous junkie loser that comes to mind when your hear fentanyl addict okay. I come from good intelligent parents who raised me well. I just lost my way and I only want to find my way back. Thank you for your consideration. My PayPal. Me is paypal.me/mendo70784 or my cash app is $looneyupintogus