Knowing Ivana Trump, Marissa, and Donald doesn’t seem to matter. I couldn’t get a response. And yes, I knew Hillary too, who was nice enough to speak at my graduation, but never seemed to have enough influence to stop my abuse. Actually, as you should know by now, if you don’t- I was involved with Marissa, Ivana, and Hillary. Are you keeping it secret by exploiting it in books and Hollywood- and elsewhere- and treating me this way? I’m not saying that any single person can get this done for me, but this country looks pretty ridiculous when we have an election between a woman who had to go to my frat party in New Orleans on Halloween ‘92 after I wrote their endorsement for the election issue of the Tulane newspaper, and a man whose ex had a relationship with me in Spring ‘93 at the end of my street- the end of Richmond Hill Rd., where it turns into John St. The real problem isn’t these, of course. It’s the number of adult women who illegally were romantically involved with me at Brunswick School- Marissa went to Greenwich Academy. I was one year beneath Justin Henry, if you don’t know. I had my own musical and athletic talents, and after getting bullied and humiliated to Hell, some adults, including celebrities, got involved with me to make the bullies look like losers. And now, instead of dealing with the reality of this situation, it gets swept under the rug and I get treated like this. Mariska Hargitay should get up off her rear and find something to do besides sell soft porn. And yes, Mariska, I know you’ve piecemealed my life for your show. Ask old Richard Belzer how he liked Westport when I was around. Anyways, let’s get these people to respond to my six messages. I would be glad if the whole world could see them, and we could all talk about them together. Then we can list these paintings on eBay, and hopefully many will be given to museums.