Let me preface: It was well known, possibly announced that my name(s)/identity was stolen by or given to construction workers in San Diego, CA in the 1970s. One of the “Mike’s” took me around and talked to people about it, said it may be decades before I’m back. I’m not certain if the construction workers were the ones who kept my identity all these decades. Who actually used it for instance. I was also told more than one person from another country was using it. Now I must assume it was the professional identity that was connected in Hollywood, not my little identity that I appear stuck to right now. The reality is, it looks like I’ve abandoned my original known identities anyway.
There was a “Japanese Mamie” a long time ago who was actually in trouble with the L.A. court system. She may have been a Los Angeleno herself. If memory serves, I was taken to her while she was incarcerated. Some of those people there looked like gang members and there was speech about putting the same hit on me. Trafficking hits. I believe some of what I’ve gone through she went through decades ago. In fact, some of the things I was nudged into talking about may have caused those gang members to put those hits on me instead of her. I was actually angry with the gang member “Donna” who was beating me up too much. I thought we were putting HER in jail eventually.
I was messed up quite a bit. One of those tough Japanese Mamie’s was also protective of me knowing Mexicans had stolen my name(s) in San Diego, CA. I really didn’t know these people. I do know there were gang conflicts and my “protection people” may have been turned on me. Or they simply just stopped and turned their attention and help to others. I’m not certain what the triggers or “the plan” was from the beginning for me and my life in the U.S.A.
I probably simply stood in for too many people. I absolutely lost who I was, and others may have felt the same. So they just treated me as someone they liked or hated depending on the situations?
I was NOT ABLE to be “stuck at home”. More than once I was attacked there by strangers and then taken to live with other strangers. This was the 1970s. I was young and was not certain who was who. I was also injured and drugged.
Yes, I know my early life was not obvious to me personally. It felt like I was on adventure to adventure. I just adopted anybody along the way to chat back then.
Even back then, there were tough well connected gangsters using people including me. I was not an adopted child to them directly, they ordered smaller people to move me around and do things. Occasionally I crossed paths with them, but I never knew them.