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(:a https://www.linkedin.com/in/temo-alvarado-2b82b123/ Temo Alvarado) holds the title of "Gang Intervention Outreach Coordinator" as touted by his business card, as well as (:a https://nayapdx.org/about/staff/ NAYA's staff listing). It was immediately following the incident of (:time 2015-11-03 3-NOV-2015) that he handed me his card. I'd just been sucker-punched at the (:a https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lloyd_Center/Northeast_11th_Avenue_station NE 11th Avenue MAX Station). The puncher was (:a https://oregon.arrests.org/search.php?fname=dangelo&lname=bradley&fpartial=True D'Angelo Bradley), evidently a small-time drug dealer. Alvarado suddenly appeared as I was assessing the damage—there was a trickle of blood from my right eye. I didn't have a reflective surface handy, but I could feel the blood. (The bleeding stopped after a few minutes.) Alvarado was insistent that I vacate the area. I certainly wasn't planning on sticking around, but I also got the message that I wasn't leaving quickly enough. I took a first aid kit from my backpack, and then decided against trying to use it while Alvarado was urging me to leave. So: Temo Alvarado is a gang stalker, in the broad sense of taking part in staged events, which this clearly was. Why was he there? Why was there an audience at all? This was around nine-thirty on a Tuesday night, after all. It's just too convenient that a card-carrying "Gang Intervention Outreach Coordinator" happens to be on the scene when I'm being attacked out of the blue, without warning or escalation. (:a https://twitter.com/pdxpolicelog/status/661596963901562880 911 records) indicate that somebody called the police—I just don't know if they actually showed up. It occurred to me that D'Angelo Bradley may be a semi-protected informant, and that's why Temo Alvarado wanted to make sure that I left the premises. Perhaps he didn't want me talking to the police. I have no use for the police, in any event, but I'm also wondering if there was something else going on in the vicinity—something I wasn't meant to see.