Warning: this document is intended for persons over the age of eighteen years of age only and does contain mental and subconscious triggers for those who have suffered from the Central Intelligence Agency’s Mk-Ultra Trauma Based Mind Control Program.
As A Note: This Journaled Memory having only recently been published is not as of yet available in the Book, Mormon Monarch: Born Into a Deep State, but rather is currently only available here on my website: mormonmonarch.com.
As A Note: The term COUSIN in this work does not refer to a blood relation but rather is a term used within the Intelligence Community to describe another individual within the same network. Leo and I were both active CIA owned mind slaves and were therefore considered cousins within the network.
This Journaled Memory is what I remember of being used in Sun Valley, Idaho by the Central Intelligence Agency and my CIA appointed handler, Gale L. Pooley for the purpose of manipulating/handling Leonardo DiCaprio in the fall of the year 2000 A.D. I can remember that Leo was in town and was staying at the Sun Valley Lodge, and I had been told that he had his mind set on getting drunk at the bar there at the lodge that night. Leo would often make an ass of himself when he indulged in such behavior and the Agency did not want such things ending up in any form of media outlets. Therefore, I was sent in to get him to go back to his room to sleep it off. At that time, I was working for a construction company in Ketchum, Idaho called Loomis Construction, and my handler was friends with the owner of this company. This made it easy for the Agency to access me for this task. Although for myself this is just a simple memory, it is nonetheless an example of the lengths and means that the Central Intelligence Agency will go to in order to control their high priority slaves such as Leo. I first began to write this memory out in the summer of the year, 2019 A.D.
In the fall of 2000 A.D. I would be called upon to serve the needs of my uncle and my country in the Valley of the Sun. It was a cool crisp fall day in Ketchum, Idaho and I was working for Loomis Construction at a home called A Ski House located at 760 Walnut Avenue. This was a house that we were building for a man named Mickey Drexler who was at that time the CEO of the Gap Corporation. It seemed like a normal day there in the valley until the boss and owner of the company, Mike Chandler, showed up on the job site. Mike spent most of his time in the office and it was not common to see him on the job unless he had a need to be there. On that day Mike had made his way through the building until he found me, and he told me that my uncle Gale had called him at the office and was trying to get ahold of me; Mike said it sounded to be something of importance. Mike gave me his cell phone and told me that I should use it to call my uncle, as family always came first. I can remember that it felt strange using the bosses cell phone, as cell phones themselves were at that time a relatively recent technology given to the public and this was after all the bosses’ phone.
I can remember that I stepped out of the southeast side of the building off the third floor as there is a flat spot there and I could get a better reception for the phone as the building itself was made of thick concrete and steel. I called my uncle Gale to see what he wanted and what was going on. He picked up the line as he was expecting my call and he told me that there was an urgent matter in the family and that I needed to get to his friend and business associate Kyles house, as one of my cousins was in town and was in trouble and he needed my help. I asked him who was in town, and he told me that it was my cousin Leo, and he reminded me of the time that I had met him in Los Angeles, California back in the spring of 1996 A.D. This was a little confusing for me at first because Gale was always expecting me to remember things that I had been made to remember to forget. I told him that I would be getting off work in a couple of hours and I could surely help at that time, but I said that I was still on shift. He told me to tell Mike that this was a family emergency, and he said that Mike would understand, and it would not be a problem. Then he told me how to get to Kyles current house which was at that time located south of Ketchum near Hailey; he told me to just knock on the door when I got there, and someone would let me in. I told him that I understood, and I would talk to Mike and then head that way immediately.
Hanging up the phone I found Mike talking with the jobsite foreman, Bob up on the fourth floor of the building and I gave Mike back his phone. He asked me if everything was ok. I told him that I was sorry but there was a family emergency, and I needed to leave work immediately, and I would most likely not be back that day. I was very apologetic, but Mike told me that he understood and said that I should head out right away as family always came first. Bob said that they would be fine without me for the remainder of the day and that I should just get going. I quickly gathered up my tools and headed out to my car.
Kyles’ home at that time was to the south of Ketchum in a subdivision on the east side of the highway north of Hailey. I drove my car down to Kyles’ house which I easily found as Gale had given me good directions to the home. I pulled in front of the house, and I could see that my uncle’s van was parked in the driveway. It was afternoon and the sun had gone down behind the west hills casting a shadow of the night yet to come as I walked up to the door and gave it a knock. The door was answered by a young boy of about ten years old or so. I said hello, and he let me right in as he was waiting upon my arrival. He led me through the house, which was dark and quiet with most of the lights off and down a hallway and into one of the bedrooms of the home. My uncle Gale and Kyle were both sitting in the room and engulfed in what appeared to be a serious conversation.
They greeted me as I entered the room and Kyles’ son sat down on his father’s lap. We all said hello and Kyle introduced me to his son. There was not much small talk as the room held an air of seriousness, and Gale got right to the point of the matter. He told me that my cousin Leo was in town and was staying at the Sun Valley Lodge for the night. Gale said that he had gotten a call earlier that day from the hotel personnel and he had driven up from the Boise valley because Leo had started drinking there at the bar and was dead set on getting himself shit faced drunk before the night was over. Gale said that Leo was getting belligerently drunk and being terribly loud and none of it looked good for anyone when he acted in this way; he told me that when he would act in this manner it would look bad for his image, and it was unprofessional and they did not want this to get to any kind of a media outlet.
At some point I had been moved into another personality, and I could at that time remember how loud Leo could be when he was drinking from the time that I had met him in Los Angeles, California back in the spring of 1996 A.D. Both men seemed genuinely concerned for Leo and they talked about his personality and how stubborn he could be when he had his mind set on something; but they both knew that Leo had a very good reason to want to get drunk that night and they talked about it openly. They understood that Leo lived with a lot of pain, and he had suffered terrible abuse at the hands of his father and others, and it almost seemed as though these men might show some sense of empathy. But empathy was something that both of these men lacked as they had been manipulating people for years as CIA Human Bio Programmers; they were linear thinkers and could not understand my ability to see beyond the surface of a man’s face and natural mind. Empathy was something that these men could only scratch the surface of and for them, even in their own minds was something that they could just not attain; to them empathy was a spiritual gift.
Kyles’ son sat on his father’s lap and listened to our conversation on these matters that evening. Then looking at me with much seriousness, Gale told me that I was the only person who had ever been able to get Leo to stop drinking once he was dedicated to the concept of blacking out in the bar. He told me that he needed me to go to the Sun Valley Lodge that evening and do whatever it was I had done the evening at the bar/restaurant in Los Angeles a few years before and get him to go back to his room and sleep this one off. This all made sense to me at the time, but what I could not understand was why Gale and Kyle did not comprehend that Leo needed something other than money, sex, lies, and the manipulations they fed him. I told them that I would go and see what I could do for him.
For this operation I would need to change out of my street/work clothes and get into something more appropriate for the Lodge. I was therefore to wear a suit which they had hanging there in the closet of the room. I took the suit from the closet and I began to change. As I changed into the suit, Gale and Kyle continued to brief me on the situation. They told me that several local teams had already been sent into the bar in an effort to get Leo to stop drinking in a public setting and to contain the situation, but none of them had any effect on him; he said that almost all of the people in the bar by that time were connected to the CIA as they did not want anyone seeing this or finding out about it; and heaven forbid if it should end up in any kind of media outlets. My uncle explained that the current active team was a group of three, with a male slightly older than Leo and two females who were slightly younger. They were going to attempt to lure Leo back to one of the rooms there at the hotel for a night of pornographic sex, but they were not having any success and my uncle and Kyle said that they did not expect this to work.
Gale gave me some cash that he told me I could use to pay for my drinks at the bar and to be sure to leave a tip. He told me not to let the bar put it on a tab but was adamant about my paying the bill then and there. They explained to me how I was going to get to the bar and where it was located being at the, Sun Valley Lodge. They told me to park my car in front of the lodge in the hotel parking lot, and I was to enter the lodge through the main entrance at the front of the building. Gale told me that there was a main reception area inside of the front main entry and there would be a counter with the hotel attendants there; he said that there would be two women, and he said that they were expecting me as they had been the ones who had called him. He told me that I was to tell them that I was with the “Company”, and that I should have a bar pass there waiting for me. He said that the women at the lodge would know what I was talking about and would provide me with a bar pass for entry into the bar.
My uncle told me that it would be difficult for me to get close to Leo when I arrived at the bar as he is very particular about who sits by him, and he was in a mood that night to be left alone. Gale told me that when I entered the bar I was to walk right up to the stool one over from Leo on the right, and I was to sit down and act as though I sat there every night; he told me that I was to act as though I was a regular at the bar and that I always sat at the same stool; it was my spot. He told me that when Leo saw me do this he would freak out and start to get angry and yell at me to leave the bar and get away from him, as this was his behavior when he did not want to sit with someone at the bar or suspected them of being sent in to manipulate him; Leo is not a fool and though he is a Central Intelligence Agency Mind Slave, a part of him is aware that he is constantly being manipulated. Kyle and Gale, both told me that Leo would really put on a show for me and do all in his power beyond physically removing me himself to get me not to sit by him; they told me to prepare myself for an aggressive verbal barrage. They said that it was crucial that I did not move from my seat when he started in on me, but they said that I must hold my ground, or my stool rather. They instructed me that I was to inform Leo that the stool that I was sitting at was the stool that I always used, and I was to tell him that he could go and fuck himself because my family owned the bar and the lodge, and I was to act just as angry and intimidating as he did. I was told that this is the way with Leo.
I did not like that I had to lie to Leo and tell him that my family owned the bar, and I told my uncle that I did not like that. He told me that my Familia did own the bar and therefore it was not a lie. I understood this to mean the elite intelligence community which made sense to me at that time. My uncle said that the bar tender was in on all of this and would act like I was a regular and he would back up my story. He also said that there was an agent who was sitting at the far-right edge of the bar who was playing the role of a regular and would also verify my story.
As is the Mormon custom, we said a prayer before I left the house and headed up to the Sun Valley Lodge, which I found ironic because as a Mormon I was not supposed to be drinking alcohol; it is forbidden in the Mormon doctrine. But Mk-Ultra: Project Monarch and the Central Intelligence Agency are in and of themselves a contradiction. Before leaving the house, Gale told me that after the operation, I was to drive back to Kyles house to return the suit and have my memory of the events compartmentalized. I told them that I understood the objectives of the evening and the determinants of success for the operation, and I headed out of the house and back out to my car.
The sun was ever more dropping behind the mountains, darkening the sky as I started back up the highway in the direction of the Sun Valley Lodge; I do not know what the exact time was though from Kyles’ house it was a short drive to Sun Valley which is just outside of Ketchum. When I arrived at the lodge, I found a place to park out in the parking lot in front of the main entry as I had been instructed to do. I can remember stepping from the car and it was a crisp Idaho evening, and I wished the suit that I was wearing was warmer and I missed my thicker work clothes as they were more suited for this mountain environment. I walked to the main entry of the hotel which was a large and impressive structure of a post and beam construction with the use of wood throughout the building. As an apprentice carpenter I found the structure itself to be quite impressive and enjoyed the details of the workmanship.
Inside of the hotel I found the reception desk with two women behind it. I approached them as my uncle Gale had instructed me to do, and I introduced myself to the women behind the counter as being with the “Company”. One of the women was older, in her fifties or so, and the other woman was younger being in her early twenties. They were both glad that I had arrived, and the older woman exclaimed that she had been the one to make the call with the complaint of Leo’s behavior earlier that afternoon. It had been quiet upon my entering the hotel reception area but at that moment the quiet of the hotel lobby was broken by a loud and uncontrollable laugh and yell clearly coming from down the hallway connecting to the reception area. I instantly recognized the voice as that of Leo’s from my previous encounter with him in Los Angeles; Leo could be so loud when he got drunk. I will add that Leo’s laugh can sound as some may perceive, to be very annoying and quite simply, dorky sounding. I am not trying to be an asshole but rather this is simply the way of it and I would like to be as clear as possible in this writing. Looking at the older receptionist in all seriousness I told her that I should have a bar pass available at the desk there and she retrieved it and handing it to me she pointed in the direction of the bar; she said, “Just follow the noise”, as another burst of loud yelling and laughter emerged from that direction. I started toward the bar and a difficult and tense situation; at that moment I wished that I did not have to go into the bar at all, but I followed my orders and my main directive; I was a CIA owned mind slave, and I did what I was told to do as I was told to do it.
I can remember that it was darker at the entry of the bar and there was a man standing at the door in a suit. He looked serious and he asked me for my bar pass to gain entry. As he checked my bar pass, I could see the layout of the bar; it was a rectangular room with seats and tables and the bar itself on the right side of the room from where I was standing. The room was not dark per say but was not well lit either. I could see that Leo was standing by his stool at the bar and was talking to a young man and the two young women. I could see that the seat just to the right of Leo that I had been instructed to take was empty as I had been told it would be. The man at the door told me to go ahead and enter and I walked in through the main seating area and up to the bar and my stool. As I approached the bar, the young man with the two women looked at me and I could see that he was frustrated that he had failed and that I had now been brought in to take their place. They were all three dressed as though they were out looking for a good time and the man had on a flannel shirt that had the sleeves cut off at the shoulders, and the two women were each wearing very short skirts. The young man in the flannel shirt gave one last attempt with his tempting dialog telling Leo that he was going to have to party with the two girls by himself since Leo did not want to join them. The women also tried to coax him to leave with them, but there was no moving Leo from his area at the bar and his goal of drinking to the point of blacking out. He told them no and said that he was staying at the bar and he was “Getting Drunk” that night.
Leo sat back down in his chair as the previous team left the room; I sat and watched them leave and I admired the beautiful women that they had used for the operation before they left and as they were leaving. Leo turned to me as I was turned and was watching them leave, and I mentioned to him how beautiful the women had been as though it was all just a casual event. Leo was not so polite, and he reacted to my being there in exactly the way that Gale and Kyle had warned me back at Kyles house. Leo yelled at me, “Who the fuck are you? You can’t sit here by me. Get the fuck out of here. You can’t sit by me. I want you the fuck outa here!” He was quite intimidating, and I could sense in the man a great deal of pain, anger, and rage. I sat on my stool and watched him unleash his verbal barrage of unpleasantries; I do not know that much could prepare an individual for such an onslaught of verbal abuse. I held my ground and I responded as I had been instructed, and I firmly told Leo that he could go and fuck himself. I told him that my family owned this bar, and I said that I came in here all the time. I told him that the stool that I was sitting on was the one that I always sat at, and I was not about to move for his stupid ass. I told him to go fuck himself and that I didn’t care who he was as I always saw people like him in here; so fucking what? He was pissed and I can remember him yelling at the bouncer at the door and telling him to get me the hell out of the bar and away from him. The bouncer just shook his head at Leo and would not become involved. I looked at the bartender and I said, will you tell this fucking ass hole that I am always in here and get him to calm the fuck down. The bartender instantly backed up my story and said, “yeah, this guy’s always in here and he always sits right there; it’s his spot. His family owns this place.” Leo looked really pissed but he was beginning to calm down as he suspected that maybe he was incorrect in his assumptions of my presence. Leo finally went quiet and just looked really pissed and confused.
The bartender asked me what I wanted to start off with that evening and after thinking on the matter a moment I told him that I wanted a “White Russian”. I can remember the bartender responding, “What about a Black Russian, you always get the White Russian but never the Black Russian; what are you racist or something” as he started to make me the drink. Being under mind control and in an operational personality I did not comprehend his joke as he had intended it, and I looked at him and I said questioningly, “A Black Russian?” He said, “yeah, you know, black, white, Asian, a black Russian?” I still did not get his joke, and I looked at him and I said, “What is a Black Russian? I did not know that there was such a drink?” He explained to me what a black Russian was, but it sounded much too sweet to my liking, and I told him that I would just stick with the white Russians for now. He finished up my drink as Leo lit up a cigarette to my left and now sat in quiet contemplation. He gave me my drink and then asked Leo if he needed anything before he had to help another customer. Leo said that he was good, and the bartender stepped away.
Taking a sip of my drink I looked to my right where I could see the fat guy that my uncle Gale and Kyle had told me would be present at the bar. I said hello to him and asked him how he was doing, and we acted like we saw each other there all the time. Then I turned around and I faced the people in the room sitting behind me at some of the tables and lifting my drink to some of them I said hello and asked them how they were doing as though I saw them there every day. They looked a little surprised but played along and we talked for a moment about how our day had been. After I had talked to them for a moment I turned back around in my seat and enjoyed my drink for a moment. All this seemed to have convinced Leo that I must really be a local and I must truly come to this establishment frequently.
Finally, Leo broke his silence and sitting hunched over his drink with his cigarette he said to me, “your family owns this place?” I told him that yes, my family owned the Sun Valley Lodge, and I liked to come down here and have a drink after work. He offered me a cigarette as he had a pack lying there on the bar and I took it and smoked there with him and we talked some. I can remember that the cigarettes he was smoking were Parliaments. He asked me what it was that I did for a profession, and I told him that I was an apprentice carpenter there in the valley and I told him that I worked for Loomis Construction. I told him that I had grown up in the Boise Valley but said that my uncle had gotten me a job in the Sun Valley area. I told him about how my relatives had lived in the Sun Valley area for much of my life and had a presence here and I would often come here to visit and to stay with them as a child and teenager. He asked me if I liked being an apprentice carpenter and I told him that I did enjoy it, and it allowed me the opportunity to see some really cool homes there in the valley.
I finished the cigarette that Leo had given to me and the bartender asked me if I wanted a pack. I told him that I was supposed to be quitting to which he responded, “Still quitting, yeah sure everyone is quitting. What kind do you want tonight?” I told him that I would take a pack of Pall Malls. The bartender reached over and grabbed me a pack of smokes and he said, “You mean, pale males” before setting them on the bar for me and going to make someone else a drink.
Now I do not remember everything that Leo and I talked about that night, but I do remember that at some point I moved the subject matter in Leo’s direction. I can remember talking with him about the film industry as this was his profession, and I asked him how it was going for him, and he told me how he had been keeping busy there in Hollywood and he said that for the most part he enjoyed his acting career. But he said that he felt that he had not been put into very successful films as of late and he felt like his talent was being wasted. I asked him how that could be, and I brought up the movie “Titanic” which I had really enjoyed and everyone that I knew at the time also enjoyed; it was a big hit! Leo liked talking about Titanic as he had enjoyed filming it and it had been a great success, but he brought up the film, The Man in The Iron Mask, which he said had been a flop at the box office and no one had liked it. I told him that I had seen the movie and that I had enjoyed it.
We sat at the bar and talked for some time and we both got drunk and smoked a lot of cigarettes. I can remember that I began to try to work Leo into a position where he would want to turn in for the night but really, I was not in any big hurry as I did enjoy his company; I did not feel like he was a bad person but rather someone like myself. I can remember talking with him on how he would feel in the morning if he continued drinking to the point where he blacked out.
I do not know how many drinks I had that night but at some point, I told the bartender that it would have to be my last one as I would need to be heading home soon to my wife and son and I told him that I needed to be able to go to work in the morning. The bartender asked me if I would not also like a glass of water before I left and I told him that yes, I would take it. Leo asked me about my marriage and my son, and I told him about them. I asked him if he was married or if he had ever thought about it. He told me that he was not, and he said that he did not know if he liked the idea of marriage. He said that he had considered it but didn’t know if he could ever see himself settling down with just one woman; Leo really likes beautiful women. Then he asked me about the job that I was working on, and I told him about the Ski House down in Ketchum. I told Leo that if he had the time he should come and stop by the job site the following day so that he could see the house and the job. I told him that this would be fun for him and get him out some. He really liked the idea, but he told me that he didn’t know that he would have the time.
I finished my drink and my water, and it was getting late, and I had been able to get Leo to calm down considerably since I had entered the bar, though it was still my goal to get him to leave the bar and go back to his room. I told Leo that I was going to have to head home for the night and I wished him well in his quest of “Getting Drunk”. Leo stood with me and said that it was getting late, and that maybe he did not want to pay the price of drinking too much when the morning arrived. I was glad that he had chosen to go back to his room; I was not happy for Gale and Kyle, or for the people in the bar or the hotel, but I was glad for Leo that he had consciously made the decision to stop drinking and go and sleep this one off.
I paid the bartender for the drinks that I had that evening and I said goodbye. I am not entirely sure if Leo paid his tab that night or left it to billing, but I can remember walking with him to the door. We talked some as we were leaving but Leo was really drunk, and he stumbled in the hallway outside of the bar and fell into the wall and started to go to the floor. I reached over and I caught him as he fell and tried to help him get back up onto his feet, but he freaked out on me, and he pushed me away violently. I let go of him and I stepped away and acted like he was just being an asshole, because he was. He yelled at me to just leave him alone there at the elevator door. I left him there and I can remember him getting into the elevator and he must have gone back to his room because that was the last that I saw of him that night.
I can remember that I stopped at the restroom on my way to the front desk and relieved my bladder from the nightly drinking. I finished up in the bathroom and I went to the reception desk to turn in my bar pass. When I walked up to the reception desk there was only one of the women behind the counter; it was the younger of the two from earlier that evening. She was very happy to see me and thanked me for getting Leo to quiet down and then to finally go back to his room. I was buzzed from the drinking, and I told her that it was my pleasure as I handed her back the bar pass. The young woman behind the counter was very flirty with me and asked if I might not like to go out with her sometime in the next few days. I was married but being in a personality with no sexual morals I told her to give me her phone number and said that I would call her to set up a time to get together. She wrote her number on a small piece of paper of some kind, and I put it in the suit pocket of the jacket I was wearing before saying goodbye and walking back outside into the cold of the night’s mountain air.
It was dark outside when I left The Lodge, and it was even colder than it had been upon my arrival. I walked out into the parking lot to my car and climbed inside and started making my way back to Kyles house north of Hailey. I went through Ketchum and took the highway south. It was an uneventful drive. I did smoke a cigarette on my drive south and I left the pack in my vehicle. When I got to Kyles’ house, I parked out front of the home in the same location as I had earlier that night there on the street. The house was darker than before, and I got out of the car and I walked up to the front door. I had been instructed by Gale not to knock on the door when I returned, but to simply enter the home and return to Kyles office down the hall and they would be waiting for me. I did as I was told and opened the door and entered the house. I closed the door behind myself and walked down the hallway to Kyles office where I found my uncle Gale and Kyle there waiting for me.
They were both happy to see me and were clearly very pleased with my performance that evening. They congratulated me on my success, and I can remember that Gale laughed at my drunken state as I was clearly intoxicated. He asked me how much I had consumed that night, but I cannot remember how many drinks I had. They said that I had done well and told me that I had out acted one of the best actors in the world, and with a chuckle Gale told me that they were going to have to move me back into the film industry again. I was intoxicated and, in another personality, and I told him that indeed they should move me back into film as it would be a much more preferable career than the construction industry. But Gale was not referring to Hollywood, rather he was referencing my being used in the porn industry. After these events he would try to get me to be involved in the porn industry again, but his attempts were unsuccessful; those are stories for another time.
They had me change out of the suit I had worn to the bar that evening and they hung it back up in the closet. When I handed Gale the suit coat to hang up and put away, he dug into the pockets to remove any evidence that I might have left there from the night’s operation, such as the cash that he had given to me earlier. He found what was left of the cash and he took it out of the coat pocket and put it in the one he was wearing. Then he found the piece of paper with the girl’s number from the reception desk at the lodge. Looking it over for a moment he asked me how it was that I had a woman’s phone number in the pocket of the coat. I had to confess to him that I had gotten it when I was leaving the hotel; I told him that the woman had asked if I might like to go out with her some time and so I had gotten her phone number. I told him we were going to set up a date in the next few days. He found this to be humorous at first and then he asked me if I had really planned on calling her. I was still in a personality with no sexual moral compass, and I told him that yes, I was indeed planning on calling her the very next day to set up a date with her. Now, this made Gale angry, but even more so frustrated and he told me that I could not call the woman from the Sun Valley Lodge and set up a date with her because I was married and I had a son, and I was about to drive home to them. He told me that I had to forget about the girl at the Lodge and said that I was not allowed to call her. I was frustrated at such a situation as she had been a beautiful woman, but Gale was surely right on this matter. He said, “My god how could you ever explain meeting such a girl as this, what have you done now?” He took the piece of paper and hung up the suit coat as I handed him the pants. In the state of mind that I was in I could not process all of this information nor understand relationships and boundaries. When I had finished giving him the coat and pants and they had hung it up in the closet Gale walked me through the hypnosis process in order to begin compartmentalizing the experience and the memory of these events; in the hypnosis process he told me that I would forget about the woman at the Lodge, as well as to remember to forget my experience at the bar with Leo. He then hit me with a stun gun on my right thigh. I hate getting hit with a stun gun.
It took a few moments for me to regain consciousness after being hit with the stun gun, but Gale and Kyle got me going again and got me dressed back into my work clothes. They told me that they had called the local sheriff’s office, and that they had been instructed to escort me home that night. I was drunk and had just been hit with a stun gun, so I was not in the best condition to drive. Nonetheless and after a time, I said goodbye and I left the room, and I walked down the hall and out the front door of the home. I walked out to the car parked on the street outside of the home and I got in and started up the vehicle. I lit up a cigarette and then started toward home. I can remember that I was escorted home to Fairfield, Idaho by the local sheriff’s office that night. I made it home without incident and I parked outside of the house in the driveway. I went inside and my wife was already asleep. I got cleaned up and I joined her, and I went to bed.
In the days following these events some interesting things occurred as the Sun Valley area there in Idaho is a small community. I can remember that I ran into the young woman who worked at the hotel desk and who had given me her phone number. She was really pissed at me because I had never called her. I had found it to be really confusing because at the time that I had run into her again I was in my base personality, and I could not remember meeting her before. I had told her that she had the wrong guy as I was a married man and was not even available for dating. I would also run into the bartender at the local grocery store after the events with Leo. The bartender from the Sun Valley Lodge was very friendly and tried to talk to me when I ran into him at the grocery store, and although he somehow seemed familiar to me at that time I was again in my base personality and could not remember the events at the bar with him and Leo; I could not consciously remember where I had met him at.
There is more to the events of the following day, but I have yet to fully write them out and to understand them. Therefore, I will not discuss them at this time. Regardless, these were the events as I can remember them, from that evening in the fall of 2000 A.D. when I was made to handle Leonardo DiCaprio. I hope that he is well.
This work is a Journaled Memory of the author: J.R. Sweet
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