"The Truman Show"

It was September 2020 when I found myself in the back of a Chicago police car anticipating the officers to turn around and shoot me...

I wasn't arrested or fighting with the officers; I called 911 myself for help. Since this event I have been in a constant struggle for freedom against a never-ending stream of evil actions by people whose lives depend on ending mine.

I spent the earlier part of the day in my home office with a prospective model for the porn production company I was hoping to launch. I decided to leave and get a hotel room because my network was getting hit relentlessly with Denial of Service attacks and I was barely able to access the internet. We ended up at a hotel called Swissotel on Wacker in downtown Chicago. It was a corner suite on a high floor. 

As I started setting up I kept faintly hearing comments about what I was doing from a discussion between a man and woman. Based on what I could hear, it seemed as if they were in the room directly above us watching as Jaylynn and I tossed around lingerie from my bag, It gave me a feeling as if there were a hidden camera in the room.

I went to the bathroom at the far opposite end of the giant suite to use the mirror for makeup, and the apparent onlooking couple started audibly describing my appearance. I could hear their words clearly, and at this point it was beyond invasive since I was standing in a private bathroom. I looked around the room for a camera but the tiling of the walls, texture of the ceiling, and layout of the room didn't allow for a hidden camera. Behind the mirror of the room was the hallway of the suite, so a one-way mirror wasn't viable either.

As I continued prepping in the bathoom, I held my face a few inches from the mirror and scanned different parts of my face by slightly moving my eyes, and I heard one of the people watching me make a comment about the specific part of my face I was focused on. I moved my eyes sublty to focus on another area of my face, and again they spoke about what I was looking at. At this point, I made the realization there was no camera hidden in the room...the camera must be in my eyes.

Immediately I started panicking. I screamed and I stepped out of the bathroom as Jaylynn walked over to see what was wrong. I frantically proclaimed to her "THERE'S CAMERAS IN MY F***ING EYES" and as I tried to explain what was happening I scared her into locking herself in the bathroom to get away from me. 

I started thinking my life was in immediate danger after discovering such a strange phenomena. Anyone who's somehow secretly surgically implanted a camera in another person would probably kill them if they found out, and I believed I just told them I found out. I tried to call 9-1-1 with my cell phone but it kept bugging out and I was unable to make the call. So, I grabbed the only weapon I had with me (basically a double sided batwing blade) and left my bags in the room as I went towards the elevator expecting someone to try to kill me in the hallway. 

I got to the front desk downstairs and walked right behind it to look for a phone to use. The staff were startled as I yelled about an emergency, and as they called 9-1-1 to report a crazy person behind the desk (me), I picked up the phone and called 9-1-1 as well. The lobby of the Swissotel was filled with concerned eyes as they heard me speaking to a dispatcher with a giant blade in my hand...

I stood outside as the police squad car pulled into the roundabout in front of the building, and two officers calmly stepped out and walked over to me. I recounted what happened to the officer and explained how I believed I had a live video feed streaming from point-of-view of my eyes, and one of the officers chuckled while saying "Yeah, so it's kinda like The Truman Show, right?"

In the 4 years following this incident, I'd find out how much worse it was than the 1998 movie...

R.I.P. Jaylynn (A.K.A. Chloe)