First: If you’re a lawyer considering representing someone mentioned in my book: I suggest you take a very close look at what my defense will be; it’s all here. Hold on. Not all of it. I’m holding back some great stuff (various documents, emails, transcribed or recorded phone calls, interviews, and so forth) so your client, who will have to lie to successfully sue me, won’t know what other proofs I have of my allegations. This will make him/her even shakier about suing me, or lying under oath. Perjury.

(If you’re indeed a lawyer thinking of taking me to court — and assuming you’ve read my book — here’s a question for you: How do you get through the day?

I mean if you’ve read my book and are even thinking about helping one of those shitball motherfuckers in harassing me: How do you live with yourself? Ever hear of right and wrong? When you come to my expanded thoughts on sociopaths, give it a good look, see if anything sounds familiar.)

Although it’s almost too long to go into, let’s peruse a list of those who are going to be upset by my book, more or less in ascending order of their likelihood of considering court action:

Any of Lisa’s fuckbuddies, the known ones: Kim, Brian, John, Barry, Keith, “David Peter,” and good old cow-fucking Esteban; plus let’s include the New Year’s Eve Guy, whose first name is mentioned as Robert. (There’s a new one now, apparently, a guy down at Big Turkeys named Gama, so let’s include him too, since I’m now naming him. Hey: As with Lisa’s attitude toward having fuckbuddies, the more the merrier!) By the way: I’m not including Clay in this list since, unlike with the others, I’m not sure. I give it a 70% probability that he banged Lisa, not enough to put him on the list.

By the way: If you’re one of Lisa’s other fuckbuddies, one that I don’t know about, I’d appreciate your contacting me and telling me your story. If you contact me, confidentiality is assured – my need to know everything is still active. Since Lisa has claimed fidelity to the men in her life since the late 1980s (her ex-husband, her ex-boyfriend, and me), that’s the time frame I’m interested in. (I’d be especially interested in hearing from the guy Lisa met at the Atlanta Airport bookstore, since that was when Lisa flew down to live with me. I’d consider it a major favor if you told me your story. I believe there’s a pro surfer from the 2003 Toes on the Nose contest at Boca Barranca that has a Lisa-tale to tell as well.)

Since with the exception of the New Year’s Eve Guy (and maybe the Atlanta Airport Guy) these fuckbuddies are all married (I have reason to believe “David Peter” is married), they might sue me based on my having adversely affected their domestic tranquility or whatever.

Here’s my instinctive attitude regarding a lawsuit from any of these guys: I don’t give a shit. Knock yourself out. (My actual defense will be that in my book I simply relate my observations and what people told me, and the obvious conclusions that followed.)

How about Logan the Nutcase, Ron, the Moras, Fowlie, Fajardo, either of my former agents, the Zero producer, the Zero “director” (I use the term loosely), anyone at the studio, Amy Nickin (the lying slug), Steven (my big-mouth attorney), Sean Penn, or… Christ, the list is too long to go into. My apologies for trying.

My defense in court with any of these murderers, sleazebags, creeps, shitballs, big mouths, and dumb-asses will be this: I’ll prove that all I allege in my book is true. This is Part Two of this site, as defined below.

Okay. The one you’ve been waiting for.

The love of my life. Lisa. If you’re a lawyer thinking of taking her on as a client, I must repeat: How do you do it? Get through the day? (Yes, I’m really interested in this subject; how dishonest people get through the day.)

Lisa has two angles to take in a lawsuit.

1. Libel. Cutting through the legalese: I’m lying like a slug in my book. Knowingly telling untruths.
2. Invasion of privacy. Even if I’m telling the truth, in this one Lisa will claim that she has a right to privacy, i.e., not to have intimate details of her life exposed.

Let’s deal with Number Two first.

Lisa has a big problem with this one: She not only knew about the writing of my memoir, but approved it, notwithstanding that she also knew I was writing about very intimate details of our relationship, and that a primary concern of mine, in the book and in my actual life, was her honesty, or lack thereof.

She knew exactly what I was doing with the book and gave me permission to do it.

She even encouraged me to finish the book as late as the spring of 2004, after the Holiday Inn taping incident and the scene at the Fleabag Hotel, among many other incidents.

Can I prove all this? Absolutely.

In the spring of 2003, after our time on the Caribbean Island of “The Horror” fame I finished Part One and emailed it to her while I was in Costa Rica and she in New York. She read it on the plane coming down to live with me (actually, she even lied about when she first read it) – adding still more irony to her tryst with the Atlanta Airport Bookstore Guy. (He’s briefly mentioned in the book. More to come on him.)

Although at first reacting negatively (but never telling me not to continue writing), Lisa approved of Part One – in retrospect no doubt because of my dumb-ass conclusion (in the final chapter) that she was “a good and honest person.” A major victory for her in her domination game.

Proof of Lisa’s approval: That summer (2003) she gave Part One to friends at Montauk, two that I know of; there may have been more. (She herself made the copies to give out.) Although one of these friends has invested in Pavones land with her ($650,000, I hear) and therefore may be disposed to lie and deny this, the other person has assured me he would affirm Lisa’s approval of Part One, which amounts to a go-ahead for me to continue writing the book.

The above person in a formal interview said that after he read Part One he asked Lisa if she was “okay with it (the book),” since it contained so many intimate revelations about her. According to this person, Lisa laughed and said, “Sure.”

Also: If the book upset her, if she disapproved of the writing of it, why give it to people to read? And indeed, Lisa told me of her friends’ reactions to Part One — both positive. In fact, when I asked Lisa to vet Part One for factual errors, she had nothing to correct. She merely said I’d gone into too much detail in my description of the lies she told during the winter of 2003. Indeed, she was right; in the editing I trimmed that stuff down.

Lisa consistently told me verbally that I should continue writing (until very recently, when it was a bit late to change her mind). And I have a handwritten “love note” to this effect from March, 2004, in which she claims that by writing about “my fears and insecurities” maybe I’ll “see them for what they are.” More gaslighting, but another go-ahead nonetheless.

In the book: When Lisa found the tape recorder at the Holiday Inn, she repeated these words several times: “I can’t wait to read what you write about this.” Although obvious gaslighting, this is a clear go-ahead to finish the book as well.

Further: In the late spring of 2003, Lisa approved of my putting the chapter recounting “The Horror” on my website. This chapter, you might remember, contains intimate details about our sex life – double doozey orgasms, our having sex in public, and Lisa’s penchant for “take five”s (take fives were her idea) are examples, but there’s plenty more – my favorite being her revelation that the best sex she’s ever had was based on it being “uncommitted.”

That chapter has been on my site for three years with not a peep of an objection from Lisa. This is obviously a de facto approval of the book itself, and of my detailing intimate stuff. (In retrospect, it was obvious that she got a kick out of making this stuff public.)

Also: Lisa herself sent that chapter to my site guy, John. John has all his correspondences with Lisa and me archived; Lisa was virtually in charge of the site back then. This is proof positive that Lisa okay-ed my writing about intimate details about our relationship.

Regarding the photographs on this site and in the book: Lisa also approved of my making public photos of her, via my website. As with the above chapter, she personally sent them to John.

Although Lisa’s possible claim to invasion of privacy is defenestrated by the above provable facts, there’s more:

For two and a half years Lisa has been publicly claiming that I’m delusional, i.e., I have a mental disorder. As recently as this May (2006) she told a Pavones resident that “our problems” were based on me being afflicted with “the Othello Complex.” This is a direct quote from an email I received from paradise.

And the same person to whom she told she was “okay” with Part One told me that as of the spring/summer of 2004 Lisa repeated to him “many times” that I was “delusional” about her infidelity, and had said that I was flat out “crazy.” She repeated this to many people (on three continents).

That Lisa would tell people that I’m delusional and crazy is slander (slander is verbal, libel is in writing). When a person is slandered he has the right to defend himself. My book is my defense. (That I’m considering suing Lisa is a subject I’ll return to.)

Lisa was also behind a libelous review of In Search of Captain Zero that appeared on that book’s Amazon.com’s web page. The review was submitted by one of her fuckbuddies, Brian (whose last name is Neumann), but that she was behind it is obvious. I’ll return to this, but Click here to go to that story now.

Evidence that Lisa was behind it: Last spring Lisa and Brian spent a week together at the Mira Olas cabinas, then they spent a week together in San Jose becoming partners in a major land deal, then they spent two (or three) days as Dan Fowlie’s houseguest in San Diego. (This was in June, when the Amazon review appeared.)

Also: Click here to go to Brian’s Surfline Photo Gallery Profile page, and click here to see his gallery page (I’ve archived them both).

Back? I’d recognize that thick mane and that ass and even that bikini anywhere (go to the http://www.aweisbecker.com home page and you’ll see I photographed her in it also).

That Brian sees fit to feature a photo of Lisa on his profile page says it all about their relationship. An interesting aspect of the photo is that the location is not Pavones – there are no white sand beaches there. So the couple was sojourning at some other tropical paradise together. (But Christ is this guy stupid – he’s married. Hey: Anyone know Mrs. Neumann?)

Also: I did some checking: Lisa is the Manager with full power of attorney of a Costa Rica corporation called AQUI VOLVERÉ SRL. The other manager is BRIAN RICHARD NEUMAN, also with full power of attorney.

This company owns a property in Pavones of 233.839,94 m2, with a book value of $300.000. Property number 6-113076-000. (More than 50 acres with a real value of at least $600,000; and much, much more when carved up and sold as lots.) This is both revealing and amusing. Revealing as to their (intimate) relationship, and amusing in that it begs a question: Who will rip whom off first?

More evidence: Where did Brian come up with his lie that I’d forged a release from my friend? He had no way of knowing anything about a release. From Lisa, when they collaborated on the libelous review. Another question: Where did Lisa hear about a release? I never mentioned a release, its existence or nonexistence, to her. Only one place: She read about it in my book. But all this happened months before the book came out. Right: She read about the release when she stole the backup CDs from my house. So Lisa and Brian have indirectly (but strongly) confirmed that Lisa stole the CDs. Nice going, kids! (Although the mention of a release is in Part One of the book, until I did the edit in June that section was in Part Two. Meaning it was not in the Part One I gave Lisa to read in 2003.) 

But the point being: Lisa without doubt was behind or at least collaborated in the libelous review. How would she explain that sort of dishonesty on the witness stand? (Right: A laughably lightweight matter, all things considered.)

Further: When a person’s behavior is either criminal or morally repugnant (by anyone’s standards) they give up their right of privacy. That this is true is clearly established via legal precedent. You write an expose of a murderer and his life and times, the murderer cannot sue you.

A digression on that subject: If Lisa ever sues me… let me rephrase… if I even hear a rumor that Lisa opened the yellow pages to the “Attorneys” section, I’ll sue her not only for slander but for emotional battery and reckless endangerment of my physical and mental health. And I’ll win. Imagine the punitive damages an outraged jury would award. (That Lisa is guilty of battery, emotional battery, plus reckless endangerment of my physical and mental well-being is inarguable — all my doctors figured my immune system breakdown was from “undue stress.”) Further: There is no chance, less than zero chance, that I would settle any lawsuit with Lisa (or anyone) out of court. It would go to jury, no matter the cost.

Okay. So much for Lisa’s right to privacy.

That leaves us with Lisa’s other possible approach to a lawsuit, Number One: Libel. Am I telling the truth in my assertions?

Which bring us back to the purpose of this website, this (very, very) long Note on Veracity.

Click here to go to my Note on Veracity.