November 30, 2025

Quick recap of my last four years since I came back from California. 2021+. I got hired back on at Load Trail trailers where I powder coat painted trailers. I enrolled at Dallas Community College, a college I went to after high school when I didn’t have a car. I missed class a lot back then and didn’t properly unenroll from classes I was not able to attend. I passed the classes I had failed back then and got my GPA back up. I had ten thousand dollars saved up from work by the end of the school semester. I was disassociating from Katy Perry, who wrote me a cease-and-desist letter when I tried to confront her at her house. The California thing was impulsive; I was starting to sense the scope of surveillance and all the feedback I was seeing about me on social media was disorienting. In a 24 hour drive, I was at the beach in California. I think I wanted some answers to what was happening. Katy Perry had interacted with me on social media a lot leading up to Covid, we might have exchanged some rude remarks sometimes. Her brand was tripping me out, her songs and performances seemed to be based around me a lot and is dating other people and is communicating with me, in third person… I don’t know how to say that. Indirectly messaging me through Twitter likes, or subliminal messages in posts. That started a few years before Covid when I picked up the Kathy Beth Terry thing in a music video and thought maybe she had heard of my music website DFWunderground when it was trending on the internet a while back when she was starting out, I don’t know how else she might have heard about me. I also thought maybe that was all coincidental too, and I was imagining she was talking about me in those works. That was too coincidental. I was kind of wowed someone that famous was interacting with me on Twitter at first, then I started to research what all she had gone through because I didn’t know much except I had heard some of her songs on the radio a lot. I think it’s when I started seeing her music videos on YouTube around 2015 or so that I looked her up on Twitter, and it kind of took off from there. I said hello. Then some other musicians famous people and then Covid. The presidential elections before 2020. I was tripping out about everything. Then the surveillance enlightenment, at this point I think it’s only something thermal imaging in the roofs of houses… not sure at all, I did start to realize my phone’s microphone is an open microphone from feedback I was picking up on Twitter, so I started talking around my phone all the time like I had an invisible audience… this is where I really started getting kind of weird, I’m talking around my phone all the time like I’m talking to myself but sense a lot of people are listening to everything I say and that’s when I ended up in California. I had no plans when I got there. I had the thousand dollars from the stimulus thing. I was spending my stimulus money and nothing else was happening. I drove around and checked out some landmarks I’d heard about. Stimulus money’s getting low, nothing else is happening. I signed up for some food delivery apps to stay afloat a while longer. I’m in emergency, nothing’s happening, everyone’s dying from covid, I’m in California, how’d I end up here overnight, dispensaries on every corner? dispensaries on every corner? wtf What am I doing here again? Katy Perry, Kathy Beth Terry. Katy Perry can tell me what’s happening and why I sense everyone seems to know a lot about me and I don’t know why, what the f is going on? I looked up her house. I showed up to her house. I had a gun pointed at me and my dog. I blanked out, complete stranger, we got into a wrestling match, my dogs crying, think it got hurt so I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone, I was confused. I got a cease and desist letter a few days later from someone that made me think of a Hollywood actor, that said Katy Perry and Orlando Bloom had no idea who I was, a complete stranger and leave them alone. The food delivery apps banned me and I only had enough to drive back to Texas so I drove back to Texas.
Now back to 2021+. Back in Texas, I went back to work painting trailers, and went back to school. A woman at work was flirting with me around the time my semester ended at school, and I actually started responding to her. I got kind of awkward here, and it seems like these guys she had flirted with before were ganging up on me at work and making me uncomfortable. Katy Perry’s Twitter’s going off also that I’m trying to talk to some other woman. I should’ve asked to transfer over to a different area, maybe the morning shift to get away from this awkward flirting thing. I end up quitting. I was doing so well, I passed school, I had savings, then I get stupid over someone and messed that all up. I had ten thousand dollars saved up. I helped my mom move into her new housing, because the housing authority said she had to downsize to a one bedroom since she was by herself. I also noticed before I helped her move, it seemed like someone had broken into the house a few times, things were rearranged when we got back from shopping. One of my synth controllers, a mini midi piano, was broken and look like someone slammed it into the floor. I saw a trail of black spray across the floor from one end of the house and all over the wall in the living room, it was faint but it was there. Some of my stuff started dissapearing, mostly rings I purchased on Amazon. I helped mom pack her stuff and we tossed out some things that had negative memories from the past. I found a book on Witchcraft in the room I used to stay in. It was hard cover. Kind of simple, fantasy book, that was written out to read like a real witch craft book. The first few pages and the back pages, were full of signatures of women from the 903 area, they were all handwritten as if each person had personally written their name and phone number, with different pens and such. I didn’t recognize any of the names. It reminded of a book from jail, where someone might have tried to save contact information from everyone they knew. I’d say somewhere between 30 and 50 names were written on it, with phone numbers, maybe addresses, I can’t remember if there were addresses or I might have looked someone up on Facebook and verified that’s a real person, and got addresses confused with that. Why it was in this room and my piano was broken in the same room… I didn’t take the time to research it and tore the book up and threw it away. I helped mom move into her new place, I quit my job, was starting a new semester at school, I didn’t know what to do for work yet. I had my savings. I was in a bind, I had to find my own place after moving mom over. There weren’t many options here in the same town. I couldn’t hang on to a job. I kept doing impulsive things and messing everything up I was doing. I signed up for an attention deficit doctor. I remember trying Adderall out, since high school off and on, and it helped me calm down. I decided to ask for that specifically. I signed up for the next semester of school. I’m camped out at mom’s living room, at her new place, to make sure everything’s okay and researching where I should move, or what to do now. I’m looking up people in colleges in the area. Researching what local schools are like, I thought maybe I might transfer to a local school. I’m in school again! WTF. I look up local colleges on Instagram. This babe in a dance team shows up from A&M Commerce. I instant message her and say hello. She posts a picture in red lingerie but doesn’t reply to me. I ask her if she ever wants to hang out, I’m available. Think she’s talking to some other guy. Her profile sounds like she’s single and likes dating. I never heard back from her. Then one day I clicked on a random super-hot babe on Instagram, has the same name as the A&M person, but this one’s Claire Chanter from TCU. I notice something about the wording in her posts. Subliminal message that sounds like she’s talking about me. I immediately start clicking like on all her pictures. This is probably my first week on my new Adderall prescription. Claire’s interacting with me, reacting to me, she noticed me, I decided not to message her directly because maybe that’s why the other one never replied to me, because I sent a message first. I’m on froze on her picture and her reactions, I sense she knows a lot about me, and welcomes me as her new fan. I start to sense that everyone knows what I’m doing at mom’s new place. I pick up enough feedback from Twitter that sounds like there’s a live camera somewhere in the living room. I’m picking up enough feedback that details as much as the color of a pen I’m using to write with. I pull out a deck of cards and I can lay out a card on the table and I pick up feedback from Twitter that describes the card I placed down. There’s a live spy camera somewhere in the living room. I did the same card test in the kitchen, bathroom and mom’s personal room and picked up feedback from social media that describes the cards I placed down. I looked all over the ceiling and could not find the cameras. The ceiling was old and had peeling paint everywhere, and holes, so they could be hidden anywhere. I’m tripping out again. I don’t know what to do. I tried to explain it to mom but she acts like I’m crazy. Telling that to anyone would probably make me sound like a crazy conspiracy theorist… I don’t know what to do. I start painting the ceiling. I’m painting mom’s new place to cover up secret spy cameras that I would tell housing or the police about but they would probably think I’m crazy. I got Claire on my phone reacting to what I’m doing at home. Twitter’s going off. I signed up for classes. There’s a shooting that happens at a school that coincides with a class I signed up for. School in South Texas. Some weird coincidences in names at the shooting… the Uvalde school shooter at Robb Elementary. I end up not signing up for anymore classes and the one classes I signed up for that I can remember, was way fast paced and required control of my laptop which was bugging out at this time and kept giving me random blue screens, they were also wanting live video of me. I need a new laptop at this point because I couldn’t figure out what was causing the blue screens, where the computer randomly shuts down or restarts. (I figured this out now, the Nvidia card or driver is messed up, disabled that and it stays up.) I’m starting to be overwhelmed from all of this at once and I’m on my new medication which I haven’t got used to. I think Claire’s trying to introduce me to her friends. Something about photography. I start talking around my phone like it’s an open microphone and communicate like that, I don’t have to send her a direct message. I sense everyone can hear everything I’m saying. I’m also talking to myself with my phone not dialed into anyone. It’s confusing and the I’m talking to myself and not imagining that Claire and her friends can hear me, and not talking to myself like a crazy person never quite settled right. I start tripping out on Instagram and probably embarrassed everyone. I lost focus at introducing me to friends, and photography work, and greenscreens, and Florida, and prom, think Claire’s dating someone so is introducing me to her friends, Claire’s treating me like a five year old, Claire’s flirting with me, Claire’s trying to direct what I do at the house, Claire knows I’m driving to Wal-Mart at night, I think Claire’s trying to suggest I get pulled over and ticketed, Claire’s trying to hook me up with her friend, Claire’s flirting with me, Claire knows what video game I’m playing on the PlayStation on the T.V. and is cheering me on, I don’t know what the fuck, I got ten thousand dollars, I’m going to pick up a new car that’s nice and go out and check out this new school I don’t ever remember hearing of and maybe score a date with this one, I’m obsessed with Claire. I propose to Claire over my phone’s microphone. I think she heard me. I think I sounded kind of rude. I apologize, I’m sorry. I notice people (troll accounts) commenting on her social media like they’re stalking me and interacting with her because they know I’m interacting with her and stalking her now, and it’s throwing me off. I don’t think she likes my new Adderall prescription. I think she thinks I’m trying to roofie someone. I think she thinks I’m leaving the house to go on a date or cheat. Claire’s flirting with me. Claire’s introducing me to her mom. I didn’t get approved for my car. I end up with an expensive new phone. I mess everything up and wake up in Houston. The Astros win the World Series. I see the hospital I was born at. I’m at a zoo. I’m at an aquarium. I’m at NASA. I mess everything up. I quit my medication. I’m happy to see Houston but I’m messed up and I don’t know what I’m doing. I check into a place for rent, with some Asian family that has something available, I had no other idea on what to rent or where to go and housing is an issue, I should have gone for another car because mine looks like a wreck. How’d I end up in Houston, I was just proposing to Claire and trying to go to Fort Worth where she’s trying to hook me up with her friends. I’m in Houston renting a room for a thousand a month with a three hundred dollar phone bill and my savings is disappearing fast then I land a job at Wal-Mart, yayyyy, I got a job again and I start messaging Claire to tell her the good news. I think I’m a complete stranger to her at this point. My memories messed up. I left mom in Honey Grove and the house is half painted and there’s spy cameras and I didn’t tell the police because I think they already know and I think sound like a crazy person. People keep dying. What’s with the school shooter. I haven’t had my own place in a while. iPhone’s not private either, people can hear and see everything I’m doing, I spent all my money on it then it overheats and breaks. My car gets towed. I’m fired from Wal-Mart. I buy a moped so I can find a job without my car getting towed. Another job hires me, basically to scan and ticket cars driving on the tollways in California. That job fires me. I can’t afford rent. I end up picking up food delivery with the moped… I get banned from the food delivery app again. I’m homeless, living in my car, trying to find another job and my savings gone. This is kind of depressing, remembering through all of this. I’m at the beginning of 2023 right now in January or so, before moving back to Honey Grove. To Be Continued.