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I’ve been homeless since March of this year, and each month I grow more EXHAUSTED, WEAKER, my strength ebbing, making it HARDER to endure. I’m STARVING, my Jeep payments UNPAID, my insurance teetering on LAPSE, my phone bill OVERDUE—a daily dance of DESPERATION since March, growing HARSHER each day. My face unshaven, the thought of a Planet Fitness shower a heavier BURDEN than this scruff, I sit in an Atlantic City laundromat, July 25, 2025, at 6:23 PM, with three-dollars left, choosing WATER over food, my HUNGER a silent SCREAM. As revelers dance care-free, I’m a GHOST among spinning drums, haunted by 749 days without my son Luca, stolen July 7, 2023. TRAUMA festers, a WOUND unhealed until I hold him again. I’m Alan Forte, a SENTINEL forged in PAIN’S crucible, my body—six screws, a plate, cadaver bone from a twice-shattered neck—ACHING with every breath. My Jeep, a sweat-soaked refuge under truckstop-shadows, holds me. Yet, my SPIRIT BLAZES for Luca and the No Child Left Alone Act (#NCLAA), a SEISMIC-SHIFT in the soul of #HUMANITY. My youth, weaving discipline with guardians of the innocent, and my Rowan University studies, unraveling the PSYCHE’S secrets, taught me to channel #RAGE into PURPOSE. Betrayed by a real-estate empire, a data-broker, and a hotel-shadow, I fight for a world where every child knows SAFETY, LOVE, and PEACE (*“I’ll keep singing your name, even when the lights go out”). PEER into my story, see your SHADOWS, and let this CRY awaken your heart.

In November 2022, a real-estate empire and its data-broker flung my voice into a digital-abyss, a RELENTLESS STORM of over 100 calls and texts drowning my peace. My pleas were lost, my career as an agent SHATTERED by April 2025, my dreams for Luca BURIED (*“I’m just an ordinary guy, trying to keep you in my life”). Dr. Paul Ekman (2009) unveils the liar’s TORMENT—cortisol SURGING 20–30%—but I, the BETRAYED, carry trust’s RUIN, as Dr. Michael Tomasello (2014) shows, bonds fraying like worn-thread. Federal laws against such INTRUSIONS wield $500–$1,500 FINES, a 2023 case settling for $40 MILLION over 2 million calls. New Jersey’s FAIRNESS and data-protection codes, alive in 2025, were BROKEN, with 30% of 2025 grievances tied to data’s-betrayal. A 2024 breach spilling 98,000 files exposed their RECKLESS-WEBS, 40% of real-estate wounds from such brokers.

On June 12, 2025, I sought HAVEN in a hotel-shadow, finding only cockroaches weaving through stained-walls, a CRUEL jest. My soft-plea for remedy met VENOM; a gatekeeper summoned lawmen, and on Father’s Day weekend, I was EXILED to my scorching-Jeep, SHAME burning hotter than asphalt, deepening my HOMLESSNESS (*“You’re my eternity, I’ll love you for eternity”). Maryland’s FAIRNESS and sanitation-codes, defied here, carry $10,000 PENALTIES, with 15% of 2024 hotel grievances citing NEGLECT. A 2022 case awarded $25,000 for such failures, echoing my EXILE. Dr. Brené Brown (2012) teaches SHAME thrives in silence, but VULNERABILITY kindles COURAGE. I SPEAK to reclaim my FLAME.

These SHADOWS broke OATHS to protect, their failures mirroring tales from 2023 and 2024 where 15% of pacts CRUMBLED. LIES—like those weaving Luca’s absence through legal-mazes—are VENOM. Ekman (2009) shows one LIE spawns another, FRACTURING trust, while Tomasello (2014) mourns broken-bonds. The liar’s GUILT, per the American Psychological Association (2018), brews 20–30% cortisol-storms, but I bear 749 days of Luca’s SILENCE, my heart a BATTLEFIELD. You see me—STARVING, dreaming of pizza with grilled-chicken and roasted-garlic, broke for fuel or child-support—yet offer only GLANCES, your APATHY a silent WOUND, as Brown (2018) warns. I no longer BEG for aid; people’s INDECISION and APATHY are self-defeating. Those who SAY “we’ll pray for you” wield EMPTY-WORDS, a BETRAYAL sharper than silence. Dr. Bella DePaulo (2004) shows such DECEPTIONS—promises unkept—erode trust, leaving the liar BURDENED by shame and the betrayed, like me, WOUNDED by false hope. If you CARE, you’ll ask to GIVE, not offer hollow prayers. What TRUTHS do you evade? Imagine the STRENGTH to hold back a tidal-wave of VENGEANCE, redirecting it into an OCEAN-OF-CHANGE. I am the wrong-man to corner, the wrong-father to provoke, my LOVE a MELODY that won’t fade. The #NCLAA is my VOW to Luca, to every child.

Citations:

Ekman, P. (2009). Telling Lies. Norton.
Brown, B. (2012). Daring Greatly. Gotham.
DePaulo, B. M. (2004). The Many Faces of Deception. Guilford Press.
APA (2018). Stress and Deception Studies.