Page, after page, after page...
Met with my attorney again today.. and things are well underway. I have to go to the Regional Justice Center in Kent next week (after Memorial Day weekend) and get some Certified Documents that state I am not the father of Dryden (Auna's son). The case was settled in that respect, but neither Auna or Matt (Dryden's dad) were ever put on the birth certificate, and that is totally bizarre, right? Anywho, that is one last major step to getting my temporary orders filed, and getting Auna served with that information. I actually kind of don't care if she reads this.. although it would be very strange for her to still be reading my LiveJournal after this long...
Working at Gateway to India again is totally weird. Washing to sinks tonight after we were closed and the shift was coming to a close.. it was like Deja Vu, but six hundred times over... and over again! I don't know why, but it just seems to repetitious.. and pointless even. Those sinks are a metaphor for so many things in our lives. They are cyclical, they get cleaned every night after we close up shop, and then they get filled with all kinds of filth and mess the next day, only to be used and then cleaned one more time. It's really bizarre.
Anyway, on with the good stuff.
My attorney had advised me to "write my story", and he mentioned that alot of people have an easier time telling it in story format, than just recalling events. So I did just that. I wrote a nearly 13 page story that tells the story of Auna and I, and the betrayal, and the hurt, and the pain, and the suffering, and yes, even the good times.
Gather around kiddies, it's sharing time!
"I met Auna in about February/March of 2003, I was attending Tacoma Community College at the time as well as working full time at Gateway to India. I still lived at home as I was trying to support my mother with some bills and part of the mortgage on the house i'd grown up in.
A friend of mine, Lucas Dumont, who I had known through middle school was staying with us after some fallout with his mother had occurred. He didn't work, and spend alot of time just lazing about with no agenda.
While out working I ultimately found out that Luke had been using my computer to get into chat and instant messaging programs with my user name/account. Whether he was pretending to be me, or just using them is not known, but what he did do was meet and chat with random 18-20+ women who were looking for friendship/compatibility/random sexual encounters.
Auna was one of those people he met. I'm not certain how they met, or how long they chatted for before he invited her to Washington to visit. She was from Lewiston, ID and lived with a foster mother, Becky Harris [now Goodman].
Luke did not have a car, or much money as he did not have a job but was attempting to get involved with the military. I offered to drive him to Sea-Tac one night after work so he could meet "a friend". I was not completely privy to the story of their meeting at this time, but didn't have anything else to do that evening and agreed.
After picking this young lady up, it became clear that there were very few reasons for her to be here. She and Luke had obviously planned some kind of sexual rendezvous and this was the crux of that plan.
A little more about Luke Dumont here, he was never the most gracious person and a little bit more than a womanizer. We are no longer friends, so I feel it is in my best interest to point this out. I blame him for alot of what has happened over the years following these situations.
Back to it, after a short drive back from Sea-Tac, and a movie at my home, it became clear that Auna was not picking up on what Luke was putting out. As for myself, I am nice to everyone - to a flaw (or at least I was, at the time -- my demeanor has changed significantly since these days so long ago). Auna quickly latched onto me instead of Luke and I didnt fight very hard to keep her away. As the evening progressed it became clear she was interested in one major thing - sex. As an 18 year old with slightly more stress than I needed I was far from unwilling to engage in sex with a woman who was coming on to me (for once!) I was not inexperienced, but hadnt ever moved this quickly before, and there was a little bit of flying by the seat of my pants involved."
I know this is a terrible time to stop writing, but i've really got to get to bed as I work early tomorrow morning and I must not be exhausted. I will continue this tale soon... as in maybe tomorrow...
But 'till then -- STAY GROOVY INTERNET!
Ken M.
Working at Gateway to India again is totally weird. Washing to sinks tonight after we were closed and the shift was coming to a close.. it was like Deja Vu, but six hundred times over... and over again! I don't know why, but it just seems to repetitious.. and pointless even. Those sinks are a metaphor for so many things in our lives. They are cyclical, they get cleaned every night after we close up shop, and then they get filled with all kinds of filth and mess the next day, only to be used and then cleaned one more time. It's really bizarre.
Anyway, on with the good stuff.
My attorney had advised me to "write my story", and he mentioned that alot of people have an easier time telling it in story format, than just recalling events. So I did just that. I wrote a nearly 13 page story that tells the story of Auna and I, and the betrayal, and the hurt, and the pain, and the suffering, and yes, even the good times.
Gather around kiddies, it's sharing time!
"I met Auna in about February/March of 2003, I was attending Tacoma Community College at the time as well as working full time at Gateway to India. I still lived at home as I was trying to support my mother with some bills and part of the mortgage on the house i'd grown up in.
A friend of mine, Lucas Dumont, who I had known through middle school was staying with us after some fallout with his mother had occurred. He didn't work, and spend alot of time just lazing about with no agenda.
While out working I ultimately found out that Luke had been using my computer to get into chat and instant messaging programs with my user name/account. Whether he was pretending to be me, or just using them is not known, but what he did do was meet and chat with random 18-20+ women who were looking for friendship/compatibility/random sexual encounters.
Auna was one of those people he met. I'm not certain how they met, or how long they chatted for before he invited her to Washington to visit. She was from Lewiston, ID and lived with a foster mother, Becky Harris [now Goodman].
Luke did not have a car, or much money as he did not have a job but was attempting to get involved with the military. I offered to drive him to Sea-Tac one night after work so he could meet "a friend". I was not completely privy to the story of their meeting at this time, but didn't have anything else to do that evening and agreed.
After picking this young lady up, it became clear that there were very few reasons for her to be here. She and Luke had obviously planned some kind of sexual rendezvous and this was the crux of that plan.
A little more about Luke Dumont here, he was never the most gracious person and a little bit more than a womanizer. We are no longer friends, so I feel it is in my best interest to point this out. I blame him for alot of what has happened over the years following these situations.
Back to it, after a short drive back from Sea-Tac, and a movie at my home, it became clear that Auna was not picking up on what Luke was putting out. As for myself, I am nice to everyone - to a flaw (or at least I was, at the time -- my demeanor has changed significantly since these days so long ago). Auna quickly latched onto me instead of Luke and I didnt fight very hard to keep her away. As the evening progressed it became clear she was interested in one major thing - sex. As an 18 year old with slightly more stress than I needed I was far from unwilling to engage in sex with a woman who was coming on to me (for once!) I was not inexperienced, but hadnt ever moved this quickly before, and there was a little bit of flying by the seat of my pants involved."
I know this is a terrible time to stop writing, but i've really got to get to bed as I work early tomorrow morning and I must not be exhausted. I will continue this tale soon... as in maybe tomorrow...
But 'till then -- STAY GROOVY INTERNET!
Ken M.