A second black man named Stephen Campbell moved in. Mei said Steve was her oldest daughter’s friend. Steve is a blood gang member from Chicago.

Steve scared me. He smoked weed inside the house. I’m sure Alan snitched. But Mei never said anything about Steve’s smoking. He had a few girlfriends. He’d fuck them and make them moan loudly.

Then Steve showed up with a little boy. The kid was between 7 and 11. Steve is six feet, black skin, thick build with dreads. The boy had white skin and stringy hair that was blond at top. After a while, people wanted to know who was the little boy?

“This is my son,” Steve said to everyone.

I didn’t believe him. A google search on Steve did not bring up a son for a relative.

One day, from my doorway, I saw Steve exit the shower-room. He wore only a towel around his waist. He opened his door and said, “Lay on your back Julian.” Then he closed the door. His “son” was in his room. We never met the kid’s mother. But he’s finished with that kid. Doesn’t bring him around or mention him. Not any more. Maybe he’s too old.

Steve introduced Mei to Aaron, a white guy and friend. Aaron moved into the room next to mine in Feb. 2021. Mei let him pay what he could afford.

I found Aaron to be amiable and talkative. He was like Steve. He’d walk around the house smoking weed. Aaron brought a stray and mangy cat. It’s infested with fleas and mosquitos. He’ll probably feed it to Steve’s Boa Constrictor.

Aaron asked me for rides to work. I took him to work once a week for a month. When I said no, he smacked his lips and slammed his door in my face. "What kind of man was this?" I wondered. Then Aaron rolled up in his dad’s F-150. Aaron was a prejudice man.

But why was Aaron so close to Steve? Because Aaron and Steve were gay.

On April 30, Mei arrived banging on my door and screaming my name. She asked was I moving or paying rent?

“I’m paying in the morning with no problem.”

On May 1, at 4:30 a.m., I shitted, wiped and flushed. I ran water from the tub faucet and then lathered my hands.

Aaron lost his temper or his mind and punched my bathroom door. It sounded like a gunshot. I fell to the floor. Then opened the door. Aaron barged in. My arms flew up. He batted them down. He knocked them down again. Then he held his hand like a gun to my head and said, “Eh you better watch it! Eh! Eh! I’ll…”

Aaron jumped into a fighting stance. Then he pranced in the hall like a boxer. He taunted me. “Come on! Come on! Wanna do it!” He was furious.

I wrote about what happened and e-mailed it to Mei. I cc-ed the Placentia Chief of Police.

Every time I went to the bathroom and took out my penis, Aaron would punch the door. I’d open it and he’d be mad as hell! His guard would go up. He’d shuffle like a boxer. He did this four days in a row. I realized he had penis envy. And it was clinical.

Video of Aaron Larios stalking me. He comes from behind a door whenever he hears me. Here he has corn whiskey, a tub of marijauna, a bong and an extinguisher. That's to put out the flame after he prepares and shoots meth. Mei Chao and Placentia Police ignored this video. Aaron crashed his car three weeks later, driving under the influence.

Today, May 4, Mei Chao arrived with two cops following her. They called me outside. I explained the situation. They called Aaron. He lied. He tried to have me arrested. He said I hit him with a squeegee to start those fights. It almost worked. A cool cop let me walk. It was my word against his.

Mei handwrote me a thirty-day eviction notice.

Aaron hadn’t paid rent for May. He promised to pay May 7. But he doesn’t pay rent. He’s Mei’s bouncer. His mission was to make me hit him after I paid rent. I’d go to jail. I’d be successfully thrown away.

Isn’t there a ban on evictions because of the pandemic?

Can I sue her? Call me, Charles Purnell, at (714) 290 – 2780. E-mail elitemensmag@gmail.com

June 1, 2021. Writer's afterthoughts.

I'm still in my room at Mei's house. And I'm afraid for my life. Afraid I'll be stabbed, shot or arrested. The market for rooms for rent is barren. Most posts online are fake. The deal I found was a gay white man with a house down the street from Aaron Larios' job. The gay landlord is charging me $1,800 to move in. And I'll be sharing a bathroom with him. I'm stalling. Looking for something.

The real story is, my father, Johnny Purnell, died in November. My unemployment showed up the day after he died. So I was mysteriously caught up with rent. Mei stalked me. I ran from her. I ran from her until April 30th. Basically, her being with me does something for her and her husband (who only shows up to deal with me). The fact I stopped her advances drove her mad. And yes she has stalked me running to the shower and seen my dick. That hurt me.

But what hurts is knowing that Alan, the neurotic tattle-tale, is related to my most recent employer. My money problems was the result of Mei, Alan and my boss hating on me. My past employer is gay. He's heavy into researching homosexuality in the workplace. He can sum up his research by saying gays are not good for straight men and their jobs. Gays do some sick shit.