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There is a monster loose in Los Angeles....I met him, while getting tacos in Echo Park.

Witnesses report an arguement and a knock down by fist punch...from a white bald man in grey pants that I argued with while ordering two tacos.,

Thats b.s., and I suspect, driven by fear, of retaliation, after considering the surveilence video. In it, he is seen threatining a female witness, right after stabbing me 13 times and leaving me for dead. I dont blame the witnesses, and in this particuliar case I do not blame myself.  I would if, there was actually an arguement, But there wasnt. I was targeted and flanked, simple as that.

Why me? I can only guess.  I have never seen this man before in my life. The only thing seperating me from the people around me was that I am caucasian. That said, I am left with only one conclusion...RACIST HATE CRIME!

What really happened is something quite different.

This half-man/createn,  approached from the east, hell bent on murder...simple as that.  Who else, but Travis Bickle,  steps out,  with TWO knives, in his pockets? Nobody with humanity in mind. 

With that said, I was always aware of his presence, like when you are alone in a room, but you know an animal is in the room looking at you,

I kept my eyes peeled and was already shifting as he spit on my shoes.  I looked down for a flash, and surprise... that fecal-mess of a man, alreadey had two knives out, and was attempting his first lunge at my eyeballs. This is when, I went into pure defence mode.

People want to say, they would have done better, and run or something, or, I should not have needed a single taco.at 1:50 am.  I say  "horse shit" Not one human I know. has been stabbed 13 times and surved to say a thing.  So, here is my opinion. If a taco truck is open, then anybody should be able to get one, whenever. Secondly, its hard to run when one minute you are selecting a salsa, and the next you are trying to maintian your life in a barrage of knive lunges, all aimed at your vitals organs, mostly my heart

I stood in front of the devil, and had nothing, but my left arm to protect my heart.  Having a gun would have been my personal choice, but only crimainals and law enforcement get to have those here in California.

I am now disabled, I will never be able to performe my trade. I will never draw or even eat the same way. I will be lucky to feel the right side of my face, or my left arm. my right hand is about as useful a screen door on a submarine. I jest, because I am that way. But my life is feeling bleak to the max.

13 times stabbed and possibly dead, I followed him into the parking lot across the street from BofA, into the parking lot where the  youngsters skate all night. I followed to warn them,  I survived by fate and simple training, others may not have had that combo.  I am blessed. I am also broken.

I did what seemed best.

My left arm is dangling from its shredded muscle fiber while my dead right hand, writes this simple note.

I am left with a non working dominate hand and a world of rehab, just to do the basics. All of this,  because i wanted to try the new taco truck on sunset and echo.
I h ave two beutiful sons and hope they know that when all is said and done I surviveed only to show them strength.

Currently, I am hyper-depressed.

Agape to all............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... and even him.
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This scenario I have found myself in, is a conundrum.

The way I see it is simple, "big boys don't cry". Yet, after working in trauma surgery for 20 something years, I know for a fact, even the toughest do... in their own deep, and sometimes dark ways.

Clearly, this often adds more confusion to an already traumatic situation. My way has always been to isolate and confine the problem to a corner of my mind and press press presssss it down, and always keep it to myself, never burdening those I love, with the pain I have endured since my enlistment.

PTSD is a mother-fucker! By definition, I have it in spades. I have never killed a man, and my heart goes to those that have (my dearest veteran friends foremost) Yet, I have endured the carnage...and given every ounce of my soul to stop it

By nature, I am an em-path. I would rather save you than hurt you. I will also protect you from the darkness I have seen, with everything I've got. I will help you solve your problems, never letting on, that I am filled with tragic horror stories...and often, I feel like a monster myself. What I project instead, is confusing for those that meet me, and more so for those that love and have loved me.

I am torn between wishing it was all over and fighting this new battle. I have been down the road of addiction, and have found no peace in that answer. I have chosen instead to endure my physical pain without the constipated cloud of pain pills. I have not taken a pain pill since two days after my release from USC medical. With that said...I am not OK, I am just alive.

I have been stabbed 13 times...My physical wounds are making it almost impossible to sleep. I can only fall asleep on my back. I am unable to lift a pillow with my left arm. My rib is broken, and half of my face is completely numb (I have to eat with my mouth open or bite of my lip instead), my right index finger is a possibly never going to touch or draw again.

"Glad you are OK" is what people say, when they are glad they are OK. I don't blame them for it, its human nature. But, I AM NOT OKAY at all.

The conundrum is this...I want to crawl away and die, yet a monster is still on the streets. I was left for dead, yet, I still got the fuck up and followed this man for 1 block and a half, warning people to stay clear of him. I yelled so loud, I was heard for 3 blocks. I did this because it was the right thing to do. This was a REAL monster out for murder. I was his first target, that night, as long as I still had breath, I would warn the world.

So, I continue to yell, because I have been encouraged to do so by loving empathetic people, who say I have a voice left, and must to use it now.

The money you send makes a difference, I need the help, more than you know. Real justice will be his apprehension.

Thank you friends and strangers for every positive intent sent my way...monetary or spiritually.

Agape now!

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The "Taco Grinch" still lurks amongst us. Please share this story and get this guy of the streets.

For those of you who have helped me via monetary supplements, Words, will never be enough. I am humbled and hobbled, but your generosity, is keeping me optimistic. That is worth every penny spent.

Agape to all on Earth,,,Zero love for the Taco Grinch!

Kindly, KB
Another day at the Doctors office...
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I feel like a giant baby, this site makes me feel odd, vulnerable. This goes against every fiber and granule of my prior mid-existence. With that said I am alive and healing, but, I am plagued with aftermath. I still am unclear in my path, yet, determined to make people aware of this mans evil existence. I don't blame anyone for my injuries, I took them with pride. However, It only means something if he is taken off the streets and experiences justice.

Justice...Justice can only be perceived, by those who have truly experienced injustice *paraphrasing some supreme court cat*

I thank you all for your monetary support , but what I need is justice. Please spread the news so he can be dealt with proper and quick like.

Agape to you all.

Kindly KB.

P.S. here is my boy Guzman (combat medic) taking out the last 25 staples, I couldn't get myself. Its good to have another medic handy...always. *bonafide FACT, simple as that*
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so as the dust settles on my wounds and with so much on my mind, I have found 30 minutes to think further. This man is still at large and my number one goal is to make sure locals are aware of this demon, cant say I am to impressed with local efforts just yet. considering I went to every shop on sunset today, only to find out nobody has seen a piucture of this man, unless I specifically told them to do so for theire own welfare. with that said, I am disappointed in the search.

Secondly I am shocked that a victim of attempted murder had his face blasted all over the internet for an entire week, yet nobody Ive talked with has seen his picture? WTF?

So if I am a target the only way we get to know for sure is upon my death or his second shitty attempt.

Here is what i absolutely need now.

1. Pillows, blankets
2. vitamins and produce
3. a reliable car
4. prayers that this man is brought to light.
5. hands free bluetooth headphones (my hands are f'd and my shoulders are to weak to support a phone to my danged face)
6. glasses, I cant see shit.
7. a massage or a empathetic GF
8. fruit and veggies
9. a service animal
9. therapy (both kinds)
10. Agape and positive intentions
11. a couple tacos

if I had glasses I would spell better, FACT!

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