Note: this also includes a "theory" as to what was behind everything which was not particularly accurate and which was based on misinformation I was given from others.
Damian Schloming <dmschlom@gmail.com>
to Name Omitted – current landlord at the time.
I have thought about my living situation and I realize that, despite issues I have faced involving the mafia, I really do not want to break my lease and move. I also understand that you are in the middle of moving, have a baby on the way, and this would also be a very inconvenient time for you to rerent the apartment as well. Furthermore, while it is understandable how a person such as myself might, upon being viciously targetted by a well-organized group who deliberately tried to smear me and sabotage my living situation, suffer from low confidence and have low self-esteem and be too intimidated to correct the record and fight back, I now realize I have a very good case where I can prove I did nothing wrong and I was merely a victim of a horrifying crime, and thus I should not be forced to move but neighbors, if they are concerned about the presence of the mafia in their neighborhood, or in their building, should merely be instructed to go to the FBI if they have concerns.
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I have thus saved some computer records I saved while the incident was taking place, which prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was being targetted by the mafia, or by some sub-group of the mafia involved in a blackmail scheme that deprives the mafia of its "rightful take" in certain prostitution situations. These individuals targetted me and engaged in an elaborate "conspiracy to commit murder" against me because a prostitute involved in the scheme had a crush on me, and I have been subjected to a number of horrific incidents starting in January of 2009, which have continued until October of this year, and then abruptly stopped and were followed by some half-hearted efforts to placate me after I put my foot down and threatened them. The reason they cannot murder me now is that, should I be found dead, several people would come forward with information proving that these individuals had a motive to murder me, and thus a murder investigation would be the very mechanism by which these individuals would be exposed. Thus, they have been forced to resort to other tactics, besides murder, to try to squash me.
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While I have described this group as "the mafia," they are more accurately described as a group of particularly nasty and mean-spirited individuals who happen to be mafia-connected, but who are also embroiled in a blackmail scheme which results in the mafia being deprived of its rightful take. In other words, they are involved in an embezzlement scheme wherein money owed to the mafia goes into their pockets, and thus it is not really the mafia that is targetting me but these individuals who are targetting me. IF the mafia got involved, that is only because these individuals came up with a cover story falsely covering up their original motive for starting trouble with me, and attempting to make it look like I was the troublemaker who began to "spontaneously investigate people's lives and try to go to the police about them" when, in fact, the truth is the exact opposite.
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I was not trying to get into trouble with anyone, I was not trying to expose anyone. I merely switched gyms. I went back to working out at the Cambridge Boston Sports Club where I had a personal trainer named Danny. I wanted to do some more personal training sessions with him. In my absence (I stopped working out there in Fall 2008), they had hired a gay man named Eddie as a Personal Trainer. He is, apparently, also a stripper at this mafia-connected bar named Ramrod/Machine, and he also works for the mafia as a prostitute. I did not know that at the time. All I knew was that he seemed to have developed a crush on me at the Cambridge Boston Sports Club gym. Or, at least, to all appearances, he seemed to have done so. He certainly acted like he had a crush on me and, I believe, it was more than a mere crush. In any case, I later found out he is embroiled in a blackmail scheme where prostitutes are first manipulated into depriving the mafia of it's rightful "take" for about a year, and then are blackmailed into paying the money they owe to the mafia to private hands. I suppose I should qualify this statement by explaining that this is the conclusion that I and a mafia-connected individual from Provincetown named James arrived at, during a conversation we had about this whole issue. In other words, I am not baldly making speculative conclusions that are not supported by the facts. I am making a conclusion that is based on the information I have been exposed to. I am, as I said before, not "in the mafia," and I do not know all the "ins and outs" of the situation. As someone who is not "on the inside," I can only "connect the dots," and make conclusions based on the information I have been exposed to. These conclusions may not be 100 percent accurate simply because the information I base them on is incomplete. There may be more going on that I do not know about. I can only say that I have compulsively documented every situation I was involved with, and I have an extensive "contemporaneous papertrail" that backs up my contentions regarding this matter.
This papertrail proves that an effort was made to murder me, in connection with this situation, and that the same group scamming the mafia also tried to get me "in trouble with the mafia" as a person who is "crazy" and "mental" and who is "looking for trouble" and who is a "rat and a snitch and a troublemaker who spontaneously investigates people's lives for no reason and then goes to the police about them." If you have ANY sort of understanding about how the mafia works, you would know that "rats" and "snitches" and "troublemakers" are viewed, by the mafia, as the lowest form of pond scum, and whenever someone acquires a reputation as a "rat" or a "snitch," efforts are immediately made to either kill them or set them up on false criminal charges. In other words, this effort to portray me as a rat/snitch/troublemaker can be viewed as nothing other than a "conspiracy to commit murder" by tricking the mafia into thinking I was someone who needed to be gotten rid of.
How else did they try to get me "in trouble with the mafia"? Right around the time these individuals started going on their campaign to portray me as a "rat/troublemaker/snitch who goes to the police," they had friends of their's pretend to befriend me, and deliberately feed me sensitive information about the sleazy goings-on at this mafia-connected bar, Ramrod/Machine, and encourage me to go to the Boston Police about these sleazy goings on. IF you know anything about the mafia, you would know that the Boston Police are all corrupt, are all "on the take," and talking to them about the sleazy goings on at a mafia-connected bar would only result in the mafia viewing me in an unfavorable light. Had these individuals sincerely wanted me to report these "sleazy goings on" to the authorities, they would have told me to report them to the FBI, not the Boston Police. The FBI is the only organization out there that can credibly police the mafia. Even the FBI has corrupt officials in it who are "on the take" with the mafia, but they are not as corrupt as the Boston Police are. Telling me to go to the Boston Police and tell the Boston Police about sleazy goings-on at a mafia-connected bar can be construed as nothing other than pre-meditated attempted murder.
Did I go to the Boston Police? It would have been so easy for me to do so. After all, the ramrod/machine bar manager, a man named RJ, told me he had so many friends in the Boston Police, he even tried to set me up with a policemen I could go to to talk to about all of these HORRIBLE goings on at this mafia-connected joint he worked for. I suppose I didn't go to the Boston Police because I wasn't as gullible and easily manipulated as I appear to be on the surface. Something told me something fishy was going on, so I chose to be very cautious and do nothing. When they saw that I was doing nothing, and wasn't going to the Boston Police, they arranged for a man on manhunt, who had manhunt screen name Rawdog, and who was a former roommate of Eddie, the same prostitute involved in the blackmail scheme which all this fuss was about, to start emailing me on manhunt. Even though he had never been interested in me in the past, and indeed I hadn't seen him log onto manhunt for over three years, he suddenly took an interest in talking to me about the situation. At first it seemed he was trying to help me resolve this situation and get the people harassing me off my back. Harassment which, I should add, was quite serious.
On 2/15/2009 at 12:10 pm I emailed Rawdog the following: "Look, I've been going to ramrod for YEARS and never encounted these people. All of a sudden, there seems to be something going on between Eddie and me where it's obvious we both like each other. All of a sudden, they descend on me like a storm, major melodrama, threats, druggings, lies, manipulations, and on and on and on and on. And it's all about Eddie Eddie Eddie, I'm chasing Eddie, I have to stay away from Eddie, I am supposed to back away from Eddie but I have not been doing so, or even when I get mad enough and tell them I will make them pay for it, they try to tell me Eddie is the one who launched this whole thing. All for fun, he likes to pretend to like people, and then go launch these campaigns against them -- campaigns, I might add, which cost a great deal of money, time, and energy to prosecute." This email pretty articulately underscores how I was suddenly targetted and ganged up on by a group of individuals who were telling the mafia that I like to "spontaneously investigate people's lives for no reason and go to the police about them." It is quite obvious, here, that if I did, in some instances, threaten to go to the police or take legal action, that is because they were working VERY VERY HARD to provoke and manipulate me into doing so, all because they wanted me to be murdered.
Rawdog eventually sent me some very provocative and terrifying emails, which provoked me into writing him some nasty emails back which contained some empty threats regarding taking possibly legal action against mafia-affiliated bar, ramrod/machine. After I made these threats, Rawdog then announced to me that he had saved all of my emails, and was going to take them to the same bar manager, RJ, who had tried to goad me into talking to a Boston Policeman. These emails, Rawdog announced to me, proved that I was the one creating all of the trouble. Rawdog later made some very scary references to policemen who are "on the take" and proceeded to taunt me about all the trouble he was going to get me into. Of course, if you read the 2/15/2009 12:10 pm email, it's obvious I wasn't being a troublemaker but was simply being harassed and wanted the harassment to end. In another email, I am asking Rawdog to talk to Eddie and try to get Eddie to make the harassment stop so that I don't have to go to the Boston Police about it. However, if you take the later emails I sent, out of context, to mafia-connected individuals, then it is possible to make a case that I started the whole thing, by spontaneously investigating people's lives and going to the police about them. Luckily I saved all of the emails I sent to Rawdog myself, so I can prove that he deliberately tried to goad me into making empty threats against a mafia-connected bar in a deliberate attempt to get me murdered.
Immediately after this email encounter between me and Rawdog ended, the two individuals who had befriended me, fed me sensitive information about Ramrod/Machine and the other mafia group involved, and urged me to go to the police about it, suddenly announced to me that they were no longer my friends. One of them texted me "my job is done," and then proceeded to spew a lot of invective about how much he hated me. What "job" of his was suddenly "done" after this Rawdog email exchange, unless he was an accomplice in a "conspiracy to commit murder?" Another one changed his tune in a more subtle way, but I will not go into it now. Suffice it to say, in later emails, it appears he was marching in lock step with this group, and had been rewarded for doing so with free or discounted drugs and sexual favors. A week after this email encounter, I was …[CERTAIN INFO DELETED] and set up on false charges. After I was set up on false charges, apparently a hit was put on my life. Then it was taken off. Oddly enough, it was one of my so-called "friends" who had fed me information and urged me to go to the police who was the one who told me about the hit put on my life, and how it was later taken off after I had emailed all of my documentation (emails between me and Rawdog) to several individuals, giving them instructions to come forward and allege murder if I was ever found dead. By doing that, I assured that murdering me would only expose this group, as opposed to helping them cover things up. I believe this same "friend" who had participated in this "conspiracy to commit murder" in exchange for discounted drugs and sexual favors probably realized that, were I killed, his good deal would end, so he wanted me kept alive so he could continue to "help" these criminals "manipulate" me and "manage" the problem they had created.
Since then, I have had TONS of encounters with policemen, all efforts to set me up on false drug charges, but they never worked. You see, I became very compulsive about rifling through my pockets, looking to see if any drugs had been planted on me, and throwing out the offending substance BEFORE any of the policemen arrived. If you look at my record, you will find that, before this email exchange with Rawdog, I had NEVER gotten in trouble with the police. AFTER this email exchange happened, I started having troubles with the police on average about once a month, culminating in the incident that happened at ## and ## Thelma Road. Again, drugs were never found on me because I became VERY SMART and SAVVY about the whole thing. Still, if I never got into trouble with the police before these Rawdog emails, that's not because I never did drugs in the past and that's not because, in the past, I was always good and then, after these Rawdog emails, I suddenly decided to be bad. There was a time period where I can prove I experimented with drugs quite heavily, yet never had a single encounter with the police, and that's not because I was good either. …I have a way about me, for some reason I am very good about staying out of trouble, even when I'm not being "good." You would be quite amazed at some of the situations I have managed to wiggle my way out of, before these Rawdog emails happened. Thus, if I suddenly had a string of encounters with policemen, following that email exchange with Rawdog, that's proof that I was being targetted by the mafia. Also, after that I KNEW they had sicced the mafia on me, so I was trying very hard to be "good," yet I still had all of those police encounters anyway, despite trying as hard as I possibly could not to be "bad." In one instance, a man invited me to his house and offered me some ginger ale. It is obvious to me now, he had mixed some crystal meth with the ice cubes he had put in my glass. How could I have had so many unpleasant encounters with the Boston Police, and other police forces, during a time when I was on such good behavior? Yet zero encounters in the past, even during times when I was being quite bad?
One encounter I had with policemen, which I will describe, happened immediately after I ran into a gay couple in the South End who were friends with Eddie, the prostitute involved with the blackmail scheme I have already mentioned. One of them began talking to me while he motioned for his lover to go ahead. The lover walked ahead, around the block, and discreetly made a cell phone call while this man tried to talk to me, keep me there, stall me so I wouldn't go away. I began to be suspicious of his motives and told him I had to go and walked to my car. I had my car keys out and was in the process of unlocking the front door when the policeman grabbed me. I was handcuffed and, shortly afterwards, dozens of policemen were there. They tried to find drugs in my pocket and, when they found nothing -- again, by then I was very good about compulsively checking my pockets and throwing out any offending substances planted in them -- they became very angry and frustrated at me and… [broke/bruised] one of my ribs, and proceeded to talk down to me and call me names. They called the Sargent in, a thick heavyset man who talked down to me, proceeded to take out a large cigar, light it, and disrespectfully begin smoking it and puffing the smoke in my face. They accused me of being stupid and of too low intelligence to deserve to get into Harvard, while simultaneously also accusing me of being one of those arrogant Harvard snobs who thinks too highly of himself. They told me that the whole reason why they were there was because they thought I had been breaking into my own car. Again, I should mention that my car keys were out of my pocket, in my hand, and I was in the process of unlocking my front door when they arrived. Eventually they were forced to let me go, as they had nothing on me.
As for another encounter I had with Boston Police, I don't want to talk about it much as it was too unpleasant. I wrote it up in an email to my attorney. …[omitted] I prefer not to talk about it now as it is too painful to relive. …[omitted] Suffice it to say, I made sure there were a lot of witnesses who witnessed me running, barefoot, bloody, covered with mud, and wearing nothing other than tattered gym shorts whose pockets I had shredded (to ensure policemen could not plant drugs in them and say I had them in my pockets) for the policemen who came upon me to do anything but send me to a hospital. Had I been allowed to die in a police cell, too many witnesses could have come forward and testified that they saw me running through the streets, in a state of shock, obviously in need of medical attention... Suffice it to say, if I could maintain my wits about me so skillfully despite being compromised by such a huge dose of drugs, how could I possibly not have known where I lived when police came upon me on September 28, 2009 at ## Thelma Road? At the hospital, I was put in intensive care, and released a few days later. I was told I would have died had I not received medical attention.
Immediately before another encounter with the Boston Police, I had a very interesting conversation with the prostitute who started it all, Eddie, the prostitute embroiled in the blackmail scheme. He said things to me, in front of others, which were VERY incriminating. Later on, when I was at the hospital, I asked the hospital nurses if they could give me a pen and paper so I could write down the conversation. I transcribed the entire conversation nearly verbatim. I have an incredibly good memory and can remember detailed conversations even if they occurred years ago. However, while I was in the hospital, I realized that, were I to show these transcripts to anyone, they could accuse me of being confused due to being high on crystal meth. This encounter occurred after I had been invited to the house of the man who put crystal meth in the ice cubes in my ginger ale, so I was high when this occurred and thus my credibility and memory could be suspect and challenged. However, after getting me involuntarily high on crystal meth, this man noticed how fast a typer I was (I can type up to 120 WPM at times) and he had me go to his computer and help him redeem his frequent flyer miles for a trip he had taken to Vietnam earlier in the year. I had to type in his birthdate, email address, and all the flight times, flight cities, flight numbers, and ticket numbers, etc. I have such a good memory -- even when my brain is compromised by drugs -- that I could still remember most of this information several hours later while I was at the hospital. I still remembered the flight times, the cities, and parts of the ticket numbers, and even some of the flight numbers, and I transcribed all of this information in writing, and if the airlines are later called, they will be able to verify the accuracy of this information. Thus, despite being on crystal meth when this encounter occurred, I still figured out a way to demonstrate how accurate my memory was. So if I could remember all that flight information so correctly, how could anyone say my memory of my conversation with Eddie wasn't also just as accurate? Plus, the fact that I had the cleverness to think of doing such a thing is, again, more proof that I still had my wits about me despite being on drugs.
In any case, what is to be done about the whole situation now? As for the incident at Thelma Road, it is quite obvious that it is a set-up, and it is quite obvious that I can prove it is a set-up. As for my suspicions that M--- may have a mafia connection, I can only say I have had sufficient encounters with the mafia to understand how they think and, while I cannot be 100% sure, it seems to me they would been hesitant to talk to her in the way they did were she not in the mafia. You see, when crooked policemen set up individuals, they like to have mafia-connected witnesses present who can back them up. ...I can't say for sure that M---- has any mafia connection… Again, I shouldn't be casting aspersions here, but it is perfectly reasonable for me to be suspicious. I am not saying I know anything, only that I have suspicions. You also should understand, in real life, the mafia is not completely like how they portray it in Hollywood. There are a lot of "little old lady" types in the mafia, as well as Marlon Brando look alikes. However, I do not like talking about stuff like that as it is not nice to gossip about neighbors like that.
However, I will say this is not the only "issue" I have had with M----. As you may recall, when I first moved in she called you and complained to you about me not taking out my own trash. Let me explain. The first time I did not take out my own trash, that was because I had just moved to the neighborhood and still hadn't found out when trash day was. I encountered her outside afterward, and she complained to me about how I had not taken out my trash. I tried to explain I didn't know when trash day was but it didn't mollify her. She accused me of being one of those types who wants everyone else to do things for him and told me it "lowers the whole neighborhood" when I don't take out my trash like that. I didn't want to argue so I just dropped it. The very next week, however, I DID know when trash day, but I did not get home until 10 PM. She gets home much earlier in the evening, like maybe around 6 PM, and when she got home she took out her own trash and took out my trash, and then accused me of not taking out my own trash. She even called you to complain to you about it. The problem I have with her, of course, is that the only way I can avoid being accused of "not taking out my own trash" is to make sure I get home before she gets home, and then take out my own trash before she can get to it. If she gets to it first, she will take it out. That has happened many times and there is nothing I can do about it. As a result, I feel obligated to keep my trash in my apartment and not use the barrels outside. If it's in my apartment, she can't take it out before I do, and then accuse me of not taking it out. She is also very obsessive-compulsive about that dead bolt lock on the front door. There have been times when I have had to run out to my car to get something, and less than one minute later I come back to the front door only to find that she watched me go outside and went into the hallway and locked the dead bolt. Not that I mind that. There is nothing wrong with neighbors being concerned about safety. But I do have to say, she seems like she has a lot of extra time on her hands. She also seems to be the type of person who likes to find fault with others, agitate, and report people to various types of authorities. That is why I was thinking, because she was so concerned about the incident involving ## and ## Thelma Road, I will forward all of the relevant documents that prove it was a mafia set-up, and you have full permission from me to forward them to her and she is welcome to go to the FBI about it if she likes to. Give her something constructive to do. If it lowers the entire neighborhood for me not to take out my own trash, well it surely must lower the neighborhood even more for the mafia to overrun it like that and harass a neighbor of hers in her own building, all in an attempt to cover-up a rather despicable "conspiracy to commit murder" committed by mafia-connected individuals involved in a blackmail scheme. A busybody and concerned citizen like her should jump at the chance to report it to the FBI -- especially if, as you insist, she couldn't possibly be "in the mafia." Again, I am sorry to have cast such an aspersion and perhaps I shouldn't have done so. I have, however, been put under a lot of stress so it is understandable.
Please read the summary first, which summarizes and explains the significance of the emails I saved. ...I am forwarding this information because you seem confused by my verbal explanations -- which is perfectly understandable as my story is, inherently, a convoluted one. Right now I would prefer my apartment not be showed as I have no intentions of breaking my lease... I need to stand up for myself and put my foot down and demand that I be treated like a human being. I am very sorry to have been subjected to such incidents while living in your building. I can assure you that, despite being put through hell in the months since moving in in January, I have done a pretty good job of making sure that none of the incidents bothered the neighbors.
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Please read the summary first, and then you can browse through the other documents. I probably should tell you, I am very nervous about writing you this email, and it is very painful to have to talk about the events that occurred and to relive them. I should also say, there are a lot of other relevant documents that I have left out, and details I have left out, because it would simply take up too much space. Also, it is difficult to talk about certain things and there are issues which I have abbreviated or glossed over because of that. My story would be clearer were I not so emotionally involved…
Thanks,
Damian
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As for the summary which does show a lot of bizarre emails sent to me, I will post it later.
Posted November 2018.
Summary and explanation of various documents.
Email to Rawpignow 9/27/09 9 22 pm.
Rawpignow writes to me “no curtains on ur windows”
COMMENTS: ** several other manhunt members who had not been to my place and did not know my address sent me emails referring to how I had no curtains on my windows. This implies neighbors in adjacent houses were able to look in and watch my every movement in my apartment. If they were to do so, there are only four houses they could have done so from. One is 24 Thelma Road, Apt 3, where I told you I had been instructed to go into, and the keys to that unit had been put on my keychain, but later taken away and pocketed by the same policemen who talked to Margaret. Another house was 19 Thelma Road, where a man instructed me to follow him to the backyard, but after I had done so, I was informed the police were going to be called and I would be accused of “wandering neighbors’ backyards.”
He also writes to me “did more guys come over.”
COMMENTS: ** another indication he was part of an organized group of men, which happened to include members of the Boston Police, who were regularly contacted me, visiting me in my apartment, and pressuring me to do things I didn’t want to do. How did he know that several other guys had come to my apartment?
I write back: “Yeah, tons of guys who all knew each other and were [DELETED] came over, and supposedly they were trying to induct me into [DELETED], but I think they were trying to somehow manipulate me or possibly set me up in some way. At one point I was told I had to buy drugs, as part of this whole ritual, and I refused and, well, look why does someone have a problem with me? Can’t it be worked out? Maybe it’s a misunderstanding.”
COMMENTS: ** I think this speaks for itself. I was being pressured and forced into doing things by the same group which tried to murder me twice. They were telling me this was the only way I could get myself “out of trouble” with the mafia.
Rawpignow writes to me at 9:16 pm: …you’ll end up killing yourself or in a prison or a psych ward.”
Comments: These are three classic tactics the mafia uses against witnesses who represent a potential threat of exposure – murder designed to look like a suicide or accident, setting people up on false criminal charges, or commitment to psych wards.
Email to Rawpignow 9/27/09 9: 25 pm
I write: “they were also sort of trying to “teach” me that apparently you have to be all discreet about talking about [DELETED] and the code words for [DELETED] were stuff like saying you wanted to get wild and twisted, or other stuff, and now I realized, these ‘code words’ [DELETED] were really code words for wanting to do drugs. Look, please, drop it, that’s what I want to do.”
Comments: I am referring, here, to efforts by the mafia to “set me up.”
Email to Rawpignow 9/27/09 9:27 pm
I write: “…I think it is VERY MEAN to make me think I was being initiated into some sort of exclusive group that conducted sex parties, and being forced to go along with the elaborate hazing ritual, and now I realize, no I’m probably NOT being invited, probably they were just trying to do something bad to me.”
Comments: Here I speak about how the same group that tried to murder me twice is now trying to force me into doing things I don’t want to do and attempting to entrap me, all explained to me as “the only way I can get out of trouble with the mafia.”
Email to Rawpignow 9/27/09 9:28 pm
Comments: Another email to rawpignow where I am denying doing drugs out of fear of being entrapped.
Sent mail folder, showing all of the emails I sent to Rawpignow have mysteriously disappeared as of 9/27/pm 9:35 pm.
Comments: On manhunt.net, sent emails cannot be deleted by any particular individuals. If Rawpignow had blocked me, the emails he sent me would disappear, but the emails I sent him would remain in my sent mail folder, with an asterisk next to them indicated he had blocked me. The only way for these emails to disappear would be for an IT worker at manhunt to be monitoring my emails, and to delete them from the manhunt server himself. This is yet more proof that I was having dealings with a group which included not only members of the Boston Police, but also an IT employee who worked for a worldwide website, manhunt.net. This sent mail folder also shows emails sent to an individual with manhunt screenname sexyfox. These emails to sexyfox also later disappeared. The only reason why I still have copies of these emails, and the sent mail folder, is because I had the presence of mind to hit “right click” and save these emails, and the sent mail folder, to my flash drive, before they were deleted from manhunt.net’s internal server located in Harvard Square, Cambridge, MA. I did so because all of my previous experiences with this same group of people taught me to do so. If I had the presence of mind to do that, despite being “wasted on crystal meth” at the time, how could I have possibly not known where I lived? You see I have a very special mind. I can be wasted on drugs, dehydrated and very low on crucial electrolytes needed for brain function, such as potassium, sodium, calcium, yet still maintain my wits about me in quite amazing ways, as this proves. And they are trying to say I didn’t know where I lived? If I didn’t know that I lived in 11 Agawam st, Apt 3, how did I know that Margaret lived at 11 Agawam St, Apt 1? Furthermore, logs of conversations I had later on will prove that, as of mid October, I had lost my bank card and been unable to replace it. Why was I unable to replace it? Because my driver’s license was locked in my apartment at 11 Agawam St, Apt 3, and my front door key had been lost or stolen. You may recall how you had to meet me at Malden Center T Station to give me another copy of my front door key. You cannot ask Bank of America for a temporary ID without presenting them with a picture ID such as a driver’s license, so I couldn’t replace it until after I had gotten my front door key. By the time I got my front door key, it was the weekend and the following Monday was a holiday, so the earliest I could have gone to Bank of America to get a temporary ATM card was Tuesday. Thus, by the time I encountered crooked Boston Policemen on Thelma Road, my driver’s license was not on me. The only way they could have found out my address, or Margaret’s address, if I were so confused that I didn’t know where I lived, would have been to search my pockets for my driver’s license, which had my address printed on it. My driver’s license, however, was locked in my apartment which I was locked out of. Thus, the only way these policemen could have known to come to 11 Agawam Street would have been for me to have told them that I lived there. If they told Margaret that I didn’t know where I lived, that is PROOF they were crooked policemen working for the mafia, and participating in this attempt to interfere with my living situation which manhunt member, boyadog, didn’t deny took place. One further point: why was it necessary to delete emails proving I had been set up from manhunt’s internal servers? Because, as a man who I hooked up with when I was still living in my 39 Charter St North End apartment, a bi-married closeted man with manhunt screenname “SensualTop,” told me, the FBI monitors manhunt emails. “SensualTop” also goes under aol screen name big9plus. He is a government lawyer who also used to be a gay porn star. The gay porn industry is heavily mafia-dominated, according to a mafia-connected man I used to talk to, whose name is Dana Bogdar, who patronizes the North End mafia-connected coffee shop Café Vittoria, and whose cell phone number is 781-654-7818. Cell phone records will show lots of calls between my cell phone and his on or around September 27, 2009. Thus, SensualTop/Big9plus is likely to have connections with BOTH the FBI and the mafia, and thus he should know what he is talking about. (By the way, Big9plus really isn’t Big9plus as he says he is. He is exaggerating his penis size, as lots of guys do. More proof that I really DID talk to him. If you doubt my story, ask some FBI officials to instruct him to drop his pants, put some porn in front of him, and they can measure it and see for themselves that I am speaking the truth.) The FBI polices the mafia, and thus the mafia would not want an FBI official to read emails between me and other manhunt members which show proof of a mafia set-up. Again, I must reiterate here, if I went to 24 Thelma Road, Apt 3, and entered that apartment, unlocking it with keys that had been placed on my keychain by mafia-connected individuals, and if I later followed a man asking me to meet him at the backyard of 19 Thelma Road, I did so ONLY because I was in fear of my life, because I was pressured and manipulated into doing so by a group that had already tried to murder me twice, and I was told that doing so was the only way I could get “out of trouble with the mafia.”
Sent-mail folder saved 10:08 PM showing several emails sent to mafia-connected individual with manhunt screen name, sexyfox, later also being deleted from my folder by an internal manhunt.net employee.
Comments: My emails to sexyfox were deleted from manhunt.net’s server about one half hour after my emails to Rawpignow were deleted. These emails to sexyfox talk about several mafia individuals pressuring and manipulating me into doing things I didn’t want to do, and show an obvious mafia set-up. They were deleted, again, because of mafia fears that an FBI official monitoring manhunt emails might take notice and investigate what is going on. Below I will summarize the things I wrote in those deleted emails I sent to sexyfox.
Email to sexyfox 9/27/09 at 7:41 pm.
I write: “oh, look, it appears this may be some kind of hazing, where I am being coashed as to the type of lingo I am supposed to be using, when part of this [DELETED]. However, given things that have happened in the past, I am just a bit scared, you understand that?
Comments: I am referring, here, to how I am being hazed and “coached” into using lingo that refers to drug use, and I am afraid of doing so because of attempts that have been made, in the past, to set me up on false drug charges.
Email to sexyfox 9/27/09 at 8:14 pm
Comments: I refer to hazing I am required to go to as a result of forced inclusion into a group which I was told I must undergo as the only way I could get “out of trouble with the mafia.”
Email to sexyfox 9/27/09 at 8:15 pm.
Comments: I refer to coordinated emails. This is TMI and too complicated to explain without making this document overly lengthy. Suffice it to say it is more evidence that I was targeted by a group of individuals all coordinating their actions with regard to me.
Email to sexyfox 9/27/09 at 8:17 pm
Comments: here I discuss the intricate coordination, wherein I am required to put up an ad on craigslist which lists my phone number, and a man answering my ad gave me the ride to Lee’s place. Lee is a man connected with the mafia.
Email to sexyfox 9/27/09 at 8:18 pm
Comments: here sexyfox asks me to relax and offers to talk to me on the phone. He does this AFTER I sent several emails where I discuss this crazy and convoluted situation I was caught up in at that time, with coordinated emails and an organized group of individuals plotting against me. As a member of an anonymous online hook-up sex site, were he not part of this group of individuals, he should have been freaked out and either blocked me or asked me not to email him again. The fact that he wanted to call me and “reassure” me is more proof of manipulation. They wanted to reassure me that nothing bad would happen to me were I to do what they told me, e.g., were I to use the keys on my keychain to access 24 Thelma Road, Apt 3, and later follow a man into the backyard of 19 Thelma Road.
Email to sexyfox 9/27/09 at 8:20 pm.
Comments: here I refer to how Lee Truang calls me, perfectly timed with the “coordinated emails” and man responding to craigslist ad I was instructed to put up, who gave me a ride to Lee’s place. I talk about how Lee told me I was required to buy drugs as part of this ritual and I became scared of a set-up and refused.
Email to sexyfox 9/27/09 at 8:24 pm.
Comments: here I write being at Lee’s place and two of his friends, men named Loi and Victor, are heavily involved in the drug scene and are also friends of Eddie, the prostitute involved in the blackmail scheme. I also refer to an effort to induct me into a group, which again was just a cover story designed to pressure me into doing things which could be used against me, e.g., going to 24 Thelma Road, Apt 3 and 19 Thelma Road back yard.
Email to sexyfox 9/27/09 at 8:29 pm.
Comments: Here I discuss the man who answered the CL ad I was required to put up, and drove me to Lee’s place, but groped me and I feared he may have planted drugs on me. What I didn’t say was I was afraid he might have put drugs in a bag I had put on the floor between my legs. I was so terrified that drugs had been planted in that bag that I discarded it in a lawn on Washington Street near Lee’s house in Somerville. This bag was later recovered by someone else and returned to my apartment when I was not there during the night of September 27, 2009. No drugs were in that bag, but a bunch of hypodermic needles had been put in that bag, the same hypodermic needles you found scattered in my apartment when you entered it while I was in the hospital.
Email to sexyfox 9/27/09 at 8:34 pm.
Comments: Here I talk about how I was caught up in a situation unwillingly and unwittingly because a prostitute who was entangled in the blackmail scheme got a crush on me. I talk about how this group deliberately tried to get me “in trouble with the mafia,” and then told me I was “out of trouble with the mafia,” but had to undergo this hazing ritual to remain “out of trouble with the mafia.” I also talk about how I don’t know all the information and can only connect the dots based on what people tell me.
Email to sexyfox 9/27/09 at 8:40 pm.
Comments: I refer to how I was being forcibly “initiated” into the group, as the only way I can get “out of trouble” with the mafia, and forced to use code words in manhunt emails which are code words for doing drugs, and no one gives out their cell phone numbers, forcing me to use these code words in writing where they can be read by law enforcement officials monitoring manhunt emails.
Email to sexyfox 9/27/09 at 8:43 pm
Comments: here I ask who is doing this to me, and I ask if there is a way to negotiate and work things out, and how there is no need to set me up on false drug charges because I am not trying to get anyone in trouble.
Email to sexyfox 9/27/09 at 9:32 pm
Comments: here I tell him how I noticed that the emails to rawpignow suddenly disappeared, meaning that the organized group of men targeting me that night had “connections with workers on manhunt.”
Email from Boyadog 10/06/2009 at 3:29 pm
Comments: Here I discuss how I am being forced to move out of my apartment because of what he and his mafia friends did to me on September 27, 2009, I ask him why was it done to me, and he doesn’t deny doing it to me. Instead he says they did it to me “Cause you need Help ..Damien .. It maybe the Best thing that ever Happened.”
Yahoo logged conversation with Lukas Muster on 10/11/2009.
Comments: Herein I discuss how I got entangled with a blackmail scheme involving money owed to the mafia being embezzled by members of this same group that tried to murder me. Here I discuss how this group targeted me with a very elaborate yet cleverly plotted “conspiracy to commit murder,” on account of one of the prostitutes entangled in same scheme having a crush on me, and the person blackmailing him becoming alarmed about losing income. I speak of a failed attempt to poison me with cyanide, a successful effort to set me up on false drug charges (I will refuse to say if the policemen who arrested me on those charges were involved or not, because accusing police of misconduct could jeopardize my ability to get a good deal in a plea bargain, should I choose to go that route). I also speak of multiple “other encounters with police” that followed, all immediately after I was invited to people who I later found out were friends of prostitute involved in blackmail scheme, and I also talk about how I never got into anymore trouble because “I’ve gotten very careful now so when I leave people’s houses, I check my pockets carefully to see if drugs were slipped inside.” I also speak about how I have been informed I am now “out of trouble” with the mafia, but I must undergo a hazing ritual that requires me to do “risky things.” The “risky things,” I am referring to in this log are how I finally succumbed to pressure and used the keys on my keychain to unlock apartment 3 at 24 Thelma Road and, later, to follow a man into the backyard of 19 Thelma Road.
Windows Live Messenger logged conversation with bootjockstud early December, 2009.
Comments: here I talk about how members of same group that attempted to murder me, and which later tricked the mafia into going after me, are VERY alarmed at emails I sent earlier wherein I threaten to talk to the Italian Mafia in the North End about what they have been doing, and wherein I say to bootjockstud “they don’t want me to talk to the Italian mafia, I think.” I later talk about the mechanisms the group involved used to attempt to get me murdered, and the various motivations of certain individuals involved in the murder plot. I also talk about how it was the group that targeted me completely unprovoked. This is a very important point for me to make. At the same time they were getting some members of the group to harass and threaten me, and other members of the group to feed me sensitive information and encourage me to go to the mafia-connected Boston Police about it, they were telling a bunch of individuals that I was a crazy person who is “looking for trouble and who spontaneously investigates people’s lives for no reason and then goes to the police about them.” It is very important to me that I point out that I resisted going to the police about this group, because I was afraid of possible mafia involvement, and the only way this group was eventually able to get me into trouble with the mafia was to get a man to email me on manhunt over 200 times, and eventually goad me into making empty threats in emails he later took, out of context, to various mafia-connected individuals.
Logged manhunt IM with feistytop saved early December 2009.
Comments: Here I discuss in detail the blackmail scheme, the murder plot, and all of the various complications I face trying to get myself disentangled from this situation, including my reluctance to go to the FBI about this matter and my preference for resolving the situation in an amicable matter by making a deal with the mafia. As I write “I DON’T WANT TO GO INTO A WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM.”