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The Devil Slept in My Bed

“Thanks for the platform Angela. Sorry you had the unfortunate experience of getting molested by my old room mate Curtiss Parker. Hope you get over it some day but I know that’s easier said than done. Allowing me to post this article should at least give you some satisfaction. Too bad it won’t bring you redemption. Maybe we’ll get lucky and someone will do something about these two con men. As always, Your Friend and former neighbor, John Harter”

The Devil Slept in my Bed

4 messages with John Harter regarding Curtiss Parker

Angela Baxley Wed, Aug 15, 2012 at 11:51 AM
To: johnharter1@aol.com

Hey John. Last summer he came downstairs and slept in my bed. I arrived home to find my roommate on the couch, and Curtis in my bed. I believe that was about the same day I decided to kick my roommate out (reasoning, of what use is it to have “a man in the house” when he allows the drunk neighbor to waltz through the living room and into my bedroom to sleep in my bed, when his is upstairs?!).

Later when I was dealing with the cops and they wanted to know why I didn’t feel safe at home, I responded “the devil slept in my bed”. Of course cops are far less imaginative than I am, and they took that to mean I was crazy. Thus I was taken away and locked up—and Curtis still runs free. Irony of life.

I’m not sure what I would suggest you’d do. Curtis told the landlord malicious lies about me, apparently also spreading rumors in the complex about me as well. I heard from neighbors about his saying I was lesbian and other sexually oriented lies. Eventually Karen, the landlord, decided to get rid of me. Why she’s kept Curtis so long, and why she chose him over me, I have no idea. That however doesn’t fair well for you.

You should look into your legal rights—are you on the lease? Is he? Is it a joint lease?

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Curtiss Parker, Convicted Fraud
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FRAUD: Curtiss Parker, Jeff Stone and the Hong Kong Alliance Fund

SCAM ALERT: Exposing Fraud on Jeff Stone, Janette Diller Stone and
Curtiss Parker of the Hong Kong Alliance Fund Limited and the Wakabayashi Fund, LLC.

“The Devil slept in my bed”, she said. I found Curtiss Parker drunk and passed out in my bed and I didn’t feel safe in my home anymore.

One day last summer I came home to find my roommate stoned on the couch, and to find “the devil slept in my bed“. My roommate seemed to think nothing of the fact that a man entered our home, proceeded to my bedroom and decided to take a nap in my bed—despite the fact that his very own bed was literally one floor above, as he lived upstairs and his bedroom was directly above my own. I woke him screaming and chased him out of the house, and then I kicked out my roommate.

The roommate moved out, but I continued to have to deal with the drunk upstairs, Curtiss Parker. Who, in addition to sleeping in my bed, also molested me. Yuck.

Curtiss Parker, Convicted Fraud

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FRAUD: Curtiss Parker, Wakabayashi Fund

This story has no actual linked connection to the story in July 2011, The Devil Slept In My Bed, and thus a link is added by the author.

On my to do list lately has been to address Curtiss Parker, of the Wakabayashi Fund and the Parker family (see mother Patricia Zinsmeister Parker), and formerly Managing Director of Bear Sterns Co. (and prior to Bear Sterns, Mr. Parker was associated with the Boston Group, Donaldson, Lufkin & Jenrette and Lehman Brothers).

Curtiss Parker also happens to be my upstairs neighbor at good ol’ 6767 Neptune Place, La Jolla, California 92037. If you want to write him, he’s in unit #16.

The first day I met Curtiss was the day I was looking at the apartment below his. As I waited in the street to see if I could view the apartment he called out from his deck above and offered sangria with he and his pal John, and I could look at his apartment—the second floor replica of what would come to be my own.

I agreed, and asked if I could change in his restroom—I was still in my presentation clothes for the executive presentation I gave at Qualcomm earlier that day. Upstairs I accepted the sangria—quite good actually—looked quickly around the apartment to get a sense of it, and then excused myself to the restroom to change. After I came out I was a bit uneasy as his friend was no longer around. My momma taught me never to be alone with a man, let alone a stranger in his apartment. I straightened my back and sat on the couch. Somehow in the course of the absolutely bizarre conversation to follow, he leaned over (while I swear I somehow wasn’t aware?!) and kissed me full on the mouth. I recoiled, beyond grossed out. I will never forget those lifeless limp bulbous lips. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Let alone that he’s got blonde highlighted hair to his shoulder in a Fabio-esque style, and an orange tan to rival George Hamilton’s (who I later am to learn is his idol). Ew.

A few weeks later as my roommate and I move in, I tell Thanasi about what happened and warned him to steer clear of him. I don’t know why, but over time Thanasi decided to befriend Curtiss. He thought that he wasn’t that bad.

Then we fast forward to July. I’ve kicked my former roommate out for being a world class do nothing all day stoner, and now have to deal with Curtiss who find my apartment to be a mere extension of his own. I would “scream him out of the house”, a drunkard who is drunk from the moment he gets up to the moment he apparently slips back under the rock from which he must have come (sorry Patricia, I’m not a fan of your son, he’s a world class creep—then again I imagine you’re not so proud of what he’s done to your family name either).

One of the instances is a lovely evening when I thought I was indeed alone in my apartment. I come out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and go to my bedroom. As I stepped over to my dresser, I dropped my towel on the bed and there, standing in all my naked beauty, I hear him coming. He’s entered my home, and is approaching my mirrored bedroom. I start yelling at him to get out, and he (in an act?) drunkenly misunderstands.

On another occasion I was looking for a neighbor with a truck to help me pick up the mattress I purchased from Macy’s. John, Curtiss’ roommate was always a nice enough guy, and I had left a voicemail to see if he’d help me. Instead, my world-class awesome neighbor Aaron helped. But I get home to find a disgusting used mattress circa 1980 which looks like it’s been pulled from the dumpster in my spare bedroom. He had entered my home while I was not there and put a used mattress in my home. I asked for help from one of the neighborhood kids and hoisted the disgusting thing back up to his door and blocked his door with it.

My landlord, Karen of Neptune Place, has done nothing to assist. She sits as gossip queen passing on the latest of the slander I usually hear first from my neighbor informant. She believes everything. Whatever it is, obviously rejecting Curtiss wasn’t the greatest idea for my residency here. However, you’ve all noted that I’ve been being patient for quite a while. You see, I believe in people doing the right thing, and second chances.

However, after having Karen alluding to there not needing to be neighborhood drama (when I suggested perhaps I should file a restraining order against him?) I acquiesced.

Hello?! Did you not notice that you’ve evicted me Karen? Where is there any reason for me to behave now?

So please, meet Curtiss’ Parker of the Wakabayashi Fund. He owes me $10. He passed a bad check to my friend, and there is a $10 balance left.

Yup, this is all for $10, well, that and the repeated molestations.

Curtiss Parker, age 51 of La Jolla, defrauded investors out of millions in a pump-and-dump scam. Continue reading

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Curtiss Parker Gmail

Curtiss Parker, Fraud and Molester upstairs neighbor

Curtiss Parker, Fraud and Molester upstairs neighbor

Gmail Angela Baxley

curtiss parker
5 messages

Curtiss Parker <curtissparker@gmail.com> Wed, Oct 19, 2011 at 8:12 AM
To: Curtiss Parker

hey angela, it would be great if you could remove the google piece on me. as we shared recently, let’s be friends and have some fun instead of fighting over nothing. hope all is well and let’s do coffee soon.

thanks much, curtiss


Angela Baxley Thu, Oct 20, 2011 at 12:37 AM
To: Curtiss Parker <curtissparker@gmail.com>
Sure. I’m still broke and hungry. You can repay the $10 you owe me by proxy and we’ll skip the coffee. Can’t do anything about Google. Perhaps you could Google “Baxley v. United States”.

Angela Baxley Fri, Oct 21, 2011 at 8:01 AM
To: Curtiss Parker <curtissparker@gmail.com>
Still waiting on your reply.

Curtiss Parker <curtissparker@gmail.com> Fri, Oct 21, 2011 at 8:07 AM
 To: Angela Baxley
Begin forwarded message:

yes, i mentioned i would give you 10 dollars. if the coffee offer is off, that is ok, but i still would like you to delete the google piece. hope your morning is going well.
cheers, curtiss

Angela Baxley Sat, Oct 22, 2011 at 10:39 AM
To: Curtiss Parker <curtissparker@gmail.com>
I can’t delete things from Google but I can help.
I’ve always had a special interest in you.
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Curtiss Parker

“Angela, we have the where with all to have you readmitted to the same mental institution you were subjected to by the San Diego Police Department last month.”

Curtiss Parker

Curtiss Parker

Curtiss Parker vs Angela

 

curtissparker@gmail.com
98.155.80.228
Submitted on 2011/10/07 at

Angela, we have the where with all to have you readmitted to the same mental institution you were subjected to by the San Diego Police Department last month. Let’s stop the childish rants over $10 dollars. CP

curtissparker@gmail.com
98.155.80.228
Submitted on 2011/10/07 at

Angela, you have crossed the line with your false accusations and slander. Your story is without merit and if it is not removed immediately I will quickly turn this over to our Lawyers with the Law Offices of Wolf and Weyman so that we can file suit and go after a judgement against you for defamation of character. What you have done may effect future business with the company I consult for and as a result, they will most likely have no choice but to also go after you for associated damages. Again, if you do not take immediate action to remove any and all slanderous information about me or the company I do business with we will proceed with a lawsuit requesting damages to exceed seven figures. Regards, CP

View from My Patio

Poor Curtiss Parker

Curtiss Parker

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6767 Neptune Pl. #15

Momma, I’m copying you so that there is a record of these requests, and continued complaints.

  • The dishwasher continues to have standing water at the end of the cycle.
  • The toilet continues to smell of urine odor
  • The garbage disposal again does not work, despite my using it as instructed. It just hums.
  • The kitchen sink is slow to drain
  • The blinds that were removed in the living room were rusted and could not be slid open and shut, nor turned opened and closed.
  • The blinds in the kitchen don’t open and shut since we’ve moved in, I’ve always left them in the position they were in.
  • The patio door still has no runner so it has a large gap, large enough I can slide my hand through under the door (I have photos)
  • The second bedroom trim has still not been fixed. The doors on both bedroom are in poor repair. The man who installed the lock for me is a witness that the door was not kicked in as Karen accused me of.
  • The bathroom mirror has nothing to keep it closed. I taped a magnet to the door to keep it closed.

On numerous occasions I’ve asked for the locks to be changed. I was always concerned because the locks I had been given, both times, were used and rusted. I was concerned for who might already have a key in the neighborhood, and my personal security. (I was told by the neighborhood kids, known as “groms”, that people make copies of keys and use them for theft. It took AFTER being evicted before Karen took me seriously and changed the locks to NEW ones.

Second, I would like to make a note that I did indeed try to get the kid out of my home on numerous occasions, but without police support or any assistance, I was held hostage in my own home.

I’ve reported part of this on my website, when I posted about the peeping Tom voicemails, literally “Uncle Tom” from up the street. It would have been nice to have had blinds to protect myself from having been watched in my own home, but again, Karen apparently has other priorities to consider.

Here’s the link to the reference to the day the I called the cops and instead [of being helped] was threatened to be taken away again. They never even asked why I needed help.

Also, there was the night that Zack came into the home (I had already requested locks to be changed at this point, but it hadn’t happened yet) at 3am and started raging. He ended up locking me out of MY HOME and I was left in the cold until I woke Gary hours later at 6am for a spare key. I again asked him to change the locks but was also a little weird because at that point I was worried about my physical safety since changing the locks does nothing about the home’s security when it comes to the windows.

Since Zack found out that I was evicted, he has left. I have lived in my home quietly as I did before, but this time with all the windows shut up for security, and the blinds closed as best as I can manage.

I’ve never seen such ineptitude when it comes to building management in my life. I have posted about Curtiss Parker and his roommate upstairs since Karen was not helpful in keeping him out of my home—”you should lock your doors”, she said—and the police won’t address me as a citizen so I can’t file a complaint. However, we both know that the pen is mightier than the sword and Curtiss and John are quite upset now over not having paid the $10 back, and all other grievances, as every Google search about their fund will now be along side my story. Like dad says, “payback is a b!tch”.

My Mad Man '62 Cadillac Coupe de Ville

We had to go up to LA again for the car, and when we got back…

I wish the neighbors would have helped instead of assuming that I was a hellion. There’s nothing like that night coming back from LA to find my previously “secure” home was now full of children and beer. I kicked them out, and the next day I’m evicted.

The attorney said that we can fight it, but I have no desire to live in this hell hole anymore. I still want to preserve the building, but I can do that without putting myself in harm’s way. The peeping Tom incident was the last and final straw. I had asked for functional blinds. That could have been prevented, as locks could also have prevented so much of this.

In the beginning, Zack was a young kid I helped out, no violation to my lease or anything else. But I did not want him in my home permanently. Karen’s threats made me move to put him on the lease (to be legal) and his parents were grateful for my caring for him while he was left to fend for himself thanks to their unfortunate family circumstances. However, once Zack came across cocaine through some dealer in the neighborhood, that was it. Game over. Would have been nice to have had help. It would have been nice to have had the police to rely on.

I’ll remind you that I was a perfect resident for the four months prior to having been thrown in County Mental Health given SIX different drugs against my will, and then Zack entering the picture.

Oh, and Karen you were NOT authorized to enter my home on whatever day it was that you did so. Tenants do have rights, you know?

@ngela m. baxley

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Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget

The Devil and The Trojan

When I was dealing with the cops and they wanted to know why I didn’t feel safe at home, I responded “the devil slept in my bed”. Of course cops are far less imaginative than I am, and they took that to mean I was crazy. Thus I was taken away and locked up—and Curtis still runs free. Irony of life. See also, The Devil Slept in My Bed.

So I’ve kicked my former roommate out for being a world class do-nothing-all-day-stoner, and now have to deal with Curtiss Parker who find my apartment to be a mere extension of his own.

I would “scream him out of the house”, a drunkard who is drunk from the moment he gets up to the moment he apparently slips back under the rock from which he must have come (sorry Patricia, I’m not a fan of your son, he’s a world class creep—then again I imagine you’re not so proud of what he’s done to your family name either).

One of the instances is a lovely evening when I thought I was indeed alone in my apartment. I come out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and go to my bedroom. As I stepped over to my dresser, I dropped my towel on the bed and there, standing in all my naked beauty, I hear him coming.

He’s entered my home, and is approaching my mirrored bedroom. I start yelling at him to get out, and he—in an act?—drunkenly misunderstands.

On another occasion I was looking for a neighbor with a truck to help me pick up the mattress I purchased from Macy’s. John, Curtiss’ roommate was always a nice enough guy, and I had left a voicemail to see if he’d help me. Instead, my world-class awesome neighbor Aaron helped.

But I get home to find a disgusting used mattress circa 1980 which looks like it’s been pulled from the dumpster in my spare bedroom. He had entered my home while I was not there and put a used mattress in my home. I asked for help from one of the neighborhood kids and hoisted the disgusting thing back up to his door and blocked his door with it.

My landlord, Karen of Neptune Place, has done nothing to assist.

She sits as gossip queen passing on the latest of the slander I usually hear first from my neighbor informant. She believes everything. Whatever it is, obviously rejecting Curtiss wasn’t the greatest idea for my residency here. However, you’ve all noted that I’ve been being patient for quite a while. You see, I believe in people doing the right thing, and second chances.

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