I was living in El Cajon, CA for a while because no one wanted me anywhere else. I was a very lost soul and was just planning on attending SDSU. It didn’t go like I thought it would.
For instance: I took a local free adult class for DRAFTING… and was harassed and finally mugged at it. Honestly. They let me attend a couple of times, few times? One of the adult Clintons and some others showed up and TOLD ME, “Crisara is nor ready yet. We’ll have to mug you.” It must have been thorough because I forgot for years I ever attended that class. I was just mulling this over… because I wanted to learn drafting to fit into my theater design courses at the community college. I was NOT PLANNING on anything profound like architecture for real. Just college theater design. I had a lot of amnesia back then and had no idea what was going on. I didn’t recognize the name “Crisara” either and here I created it around 1977-1979 time frame. I’m sitting at home in 2025 thinking, wow… I’m still not trying to be an architect and I know one Crisara is doing drafting within 5mi of me part time… right now they said.
I’m bringing this up because I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS ALL MEANS EVEN NOW.
I’m angry that I never got to finish a drafting course for my A.A. in theater degree that I also was not able to finish.
I’m letting people know, gang members have really messed with me in my life and it didn’t make sense to me what was going on.
I’m letting people know also, I thought I was DEAD TO PEOPLE. I thought that meant I didn’t mean much. I obviously meant something, I just am not certain what.
I’m supposed to be very dead right now, and people are trafficking me. I have sworn not to seek L.A. myself, yet I HAVE TO GO NOW AND THEN BECAUSE OF L.A. COURTS.
I actually thought the “Crisaras” existed so I would not be caught up in gang problems, equations and involved at all.
Which means I should have been allowed to peacefully take college courses and other classes and have a life UNINVOLVED.
I thought “SOLD OUT” meant specific places and jobs. Even if I didn’t remember being sold out… thought I could do small things that do not look important.
Lately I’ve gone to do very common people errands and anywhere from 2-10+ gang people have shown up in cars, walking around… politely at least.
Note: Not one Crisara talks to me about their life or “problems”. I am in the wilderness.
“Guys this won’t work. Mugging her won’t do anything.” – the ‘wind’