Wait! There's more. Okay, so without knowing he got this anti-harassment order against me (or why, for that matter), I go down to the courthouse to get an anti-harassment order against him. Why? Because he's harassing me, obviously. And ruining my life. My ex-husband kept our son from me for a week. My family completely turned on me, Sherman Zell, Marlene Stein, and Jeff Zell. Yup, supportive as always... Ah, but I digress, so I get this anti-harassment order, but it's temporary and there's a hearing date set for 18 October 2005. I don't have the money for an attorney, but he does, one Ms Lara Lavi.

Well, this is where it gets good. So, there's a judge and a court reporter and a bailiff in the room. Then there's me and Cesar and Lara. And there's my friend Rodney for moral support.

His entire case for seeking an anti-harassment order is this:
By assassinating my character, showing how sexually deviant I am, that I'm a prostitute, that I might even be schizophrenic, and with a testimonial letter from my brother stating how volatile and angry I am, he can demonstrate the potential for me to harass him.

Huh?

Meanwhile, I've got the voicemail, the emails, the letters, over 50 pages of solid, irrefutible evidence. This man's a menace. Ladies, beware!