One of those posts I don't promote

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I was raped around age five by a priest, and my life was unhinged ever since, in the same ways one reads in legal documents from lawsuits filed by clergy sex crime victims the last two decades. My life was textook, so many of the residual effects, never able to hold a job, substance abuse, sexual ... problems.

I have such weird karma though, I also am in this small minority of people who Did Not get settlements from the Church and I have been perplexed trying to figure that out. Especially since just last decade I got screwed out of money I thought I was going to inherit, this involuntary poverty I've ended up with also leaves me perplexed.

But then I can hardly wait to get out of the shower before I am back here pounding on the keys. Maybe the whole perfect storm that is my life left me with no other choice but to write this all down, report it, document it.

Whatever, I have hot running water and food that comes from Meals on Wheels no matter what, so as long as terrorists don't use a ray-bomb to destroy all electronic communication, this may just be the best role in the world for me, right here in East Hollywood, where Matt Drudge lived the years he was starting the Drudge Report, where probly the only other white people in these blocks are other writers too...

I'm okay, just too busy working on reality TV job to be able to do posts, and it's getting close to Christmas so my head is getting distracted...

I'm writing almost every day the East Hollywood story at City of Angels 2, if anyone is looking for something to read.