I occasionally do web searches, ever since I first saw Bob claimed his brother John molested him, so I knew about his blogspot posts (one was removed, one so far has not been) claiming he was molested, but I found something interesting he wrote in 2007, it wasn't a journal entry but a reply to someone he is conning:

"well i feel that while drugs screwed me up really bad in life..i at least made it out of it alive and better than i was. had you known the history beforehand it would be a no brainer on how i ended up like that so early. i came from a bad family. my father planned to leave my mother..she did everything to guilt him into staying from trying to kill herself to eventually taking advantage of him to have a baby...me. i wasn't a new bundle of joy to care for. i was a tool to hold the family together. then i had an accident that blocked out most of my childhood. a massive head injury. my father held on but seeing how things were and the fact i'm like a chain around his neck he took his anger out on me. i began drawing..this was discouraged. i apparently was like..if not better than my father in areas he failed at. he resented me for it. when i was 9 he left. my mother turned on me immediately since i failed in my purpose. i was kicked out of the house alot. molested, beaten..then living on the street for months at a time. drugs just kind of found me. it was an escape from the pain. then i realized i loved this girl...even more pain. when i told her i had feelings she rejected me outright. then her boyfriend and his friends had a party on my face, breaking alot of bones and leaving me to die. i didn't have insurance so i ended up getting into harder and harder stuff just to deal with the day. my teen years were totally wasted..by the time i was 19 i had 2 heart attacks.a stay in jail over bullshit i didn't even do. many many bad things...i wrote this near the end of it..in the last few years i didn't want it anymore. i wanted to die. a few months after i wrote this the girl i loved for many years told me she loved me and always has but was scared to say it..she wanted to be with me. but i was so damaged and still in the grips of drugs that i felt it would hurt her..so i refused. i gave up what i always wanted. it still hurts me that i did that but it was the right thing. i was determined to drag myself up..i went to rehab a few times. finally breaking free of it. thats when i figured out that i was a writer. i hated writing. but in the drug haze i wrote 9 fat journals without really knowing what i was doing.

sorry for the long story.. i shortened it up a great deal. i just wanted to put my writing and alot of things into proper context. to know the origins is to be a step closer to knowing who i am and what i come from. upon reading over it all i realized that yeah i was very angry and faced so much..but inside i was a little kid who wanted to be loved. i still am..i ache for it. but thus far...its lead me the wrong way."

He's a scumbag folks.