12. CHRISTMAS IN WHOVILLE - Summer 2019 Something surprising happened in the summer of 2019. At age 24, Mandi Jackson suddenly grew the mind of an adult. When I first met her, I predicted it would happen around age 25 or 26. That was based on my research of brain injuries in young females, and normal times for human intellectual development. But I thought being locked in jail, and heavily sedated in solitary for so much of it, had screwed it up. When I met Mandi in Miami, she seemed typical of a brain injury like orbitofrontal syndrome, though everyone is unique. She had no fear or understanding of people. She was totally selfless. It is hard to explain the sort of lack of sense of personal role or ambition or danger, other than to say you have it, she didn't. I predicted she would be victimized or taken advantage of, and end up strangled in a dumpster. So I justified a course of action which I calculated would reduce her exposure to such risks, and give her brain time to re-route. I had done some study on recovery from brain injury in children, and I believed it was simply a matter of buying time. In the Spring of 2015, she indicated that she wondered if I could be her pimp. I said "One day you will smarten up, and on that day you would ask me what I was thinking." When I said that, I pictured that "one day" to be definitely by age 30. My scientific theory had more details than I can remember today. But it was still not very detailed. I remember thinking about how I stopped driving too fast at a certain age, for no particular reason. And I theorized at some point Mandi would sort out an understanding of the world around her, and she would realize people are evil and dangerous. She would awaken to the concept that people could pose a risk to her, or something like that. In the meantime it should not be too hard to just get her off the street, and make her aware of some of the risks she was taking, and give her an easier way to spend her days. For that I would need to slowly develop rapport with her. To do that I would have to show her some respect and interest. And to do that, I would have to inadvertently validate what she was doing, having sex with old guys. By giving her a good experience with a stranger she met, me, I would be encouraging her lifestyle as safe. You can't just walk up to strangers at the gas station and lecture them. I had to have sex with her, and then beg her to have sex with me again. That way I wouldn't just be a stalker whom she perceived as disapproving and trying to sabotage what she was doing. That way it would make sense why I was around her, and talking to her all the time. So I would basically have to express approval of things she did, until I had some trust and credibility with her. She would have to believe I wanted her to where she could count on me, and believe I liked her to where I had her best interest in mind. And then I could spend that trust and credibility towards my own agenda, presenting certain ideas, and disagreeing with her about certain things. The role I chose, to try to have some effect on where Mandi found herself a few years down the road, was a romantic suitor. That may seem strange. But my experience with other girls whom I wasn’t romantically interested in, and whom I only alienated and didn't have much of a positive influence on, led me to conclude that being a romantic suitor would be a more robust approach. Girls are accustomed to romantic suitors and comfortable with them, more so than old guys lurking around and doing things they don’t want or understand. Plus, all is fair in love and war. Being a romantic suitor would give me an excuse to play rough sometimes. I had to, as part of that credibility. If I didn't, she would think I was a total pussy. Like I could shoot her pimp out of j ealousy or something. I sometimes pointed out to Mandi's mom how my role would have been more effective, and I could achieve my objectives more easily, if Mandi actually liked me. I did consider it was remotely possible Mandi could have some sort of awakening, where someday she might. But I wasn’t betting on it. My example for this theory was a girl named Nikki whom I met when she was 18. Nikki did like me on the first day, but it wasn’t until years later that she sort of gained consciousness to where she actually got along with me. Nikki was sort of a mute sex object when I first met her wandering around Miami Beach meeting strangers. Her mother was a German woman who met a Mexican guy in Mexico. He used Nikki in child pornography. So she ran IV- 64