Stalker Journal

The stalker moved here to Ocean View in 2022, after he was evicted from Tower Waiakea Apartments in Hilo, where he was involved in numerous legal cases, including restraining orders against him. He has a long legal history in Hawai and California, involving restraining orders against him, and arrests for domestic violence and child neglect.

In Ocean View, he started living in a van on the street, in front of an undeveloped lot, owned by his son. He didn’t work, he just stayed in the van all day, blasting music, smoking and drinking.

And when he wasn’t in the van, he was in the bushes by my property, staring at my wife and I. I didn’t like this creepy behavior, but he was in his own yard, and I figured that there wasn’t anything I could do about it, so I didn’t say anything to him about it.

A few weeks after he moved in, another neighbor came around and started building cabins in the lava tube next to him, because that neighbor and his wife had dreams of living in a lava tube.

But the new neighbor, Joe, quickly got into bad terms with the Stalker, and the Stalker began regularly lighting ground fires and kicking the embers into the lava tube. Joe and his wife called the fire department and the police about a dozen times, but the Stalker was never arrested or ticketed for what he did. And he was NEVER embarrassed or ashamed when firemen or police showed up, he LOVED the attention.

Eventually, Joe and his wife just stopped coming around. They had completed three structures, but they just abandoned them. Several months of hard work for nothing.

So now that Joe and his wife were gone, the Stalker tried all he could, to invade my life and lure me into serving him. I came home one day, to find him in my yard, and he said that he was hunting chickens. I told him to leave and to never trespass again. A few weeks later, he gave me his full name and date of birth, and wanted me to pick up his prescriptions for him. I refused. He texted me a few times with a list of things that he wanted me to buy for him at the store that I work at, and I refused that also.

One day when I was home, he approached me and said that he would pay me to charge his cellphone on my generator. But I didn’t want to be in regular contact with him, so I offered him an alternative, I offered to give him my old, noisy generator, that didn’t run right, and told him that if he could fix it, he could keep it. And despite that I gave him a free generator, and helped him carry it to his yard, he had to make the comments about my small house, “is this all you have, or do you have some secret house somewhere?”.

For months, he lived in the van on the street, and would blast the radio all day, and would wear down the battery, and then ask me to jumpstart it for him. I was subject to the blasting noise all day, and then he expected me to rescue him, every time he depleted his battery, so he could blast me again and then ask for my help again.

The third time he asked me, I very politely declined, by telling him repeatedly that he was too dependent on me. I didn’t yell at him, didn’t tell him to fuck off, but remained firm and polite, I didn’t help him, and then I went to work.

There was no reason to yell or get angry, I wasn’t mad at him, even though he was creepy and parasitic, and I still planned on being polite to him in the future.

But when I got home that evening, his hatred for me was in a full, boiling rage. As soon as he saw me, he started up that very loud and noisy generator that I had given him for free out of the kindness of my own heart, used it against me to make noise with, and powered his boom box on full blast with it, while simultaneously burning a trash fire to make smoke flood into my yard. And this went on for hours, while I tried to sleep and breathe, as I had to work the next day. 

And for the next six months, this became a daily routine, as soon as I got home, the Stalker’s generator and boom box went on and smoke started flooding into my yard.

Part 2 is HERE.