Beverly Gravina

What Beverly Gravina and Richie Fusco did to me was pure evil. Let me just explain it all as quickly as I can. I gave Beverly a flyer on the street for a party I was djing at some point in the early '90s. I'm sure we hung out at some point but I don't really remember her for the most part, although that time in my life is a bit of a blur. Fast forward to 2019 and I was living with some friends of mine that were moving out of state and I couldn't go with them. I posted on Facebook that I was looking for a place to stay. Beverly messaged me and said she had an extra room. Eventually, I wound up moving there. She never mentioned paying any rent or anything and I'd been living with friends and not paying rent so I was used to it. At one point I remember telling Beverly how grateful I was to which she responded "it's no problem, we love you!" The house smelled like cat piss (there were around 8 or 9 cats, two dogs, turtles, birds, and fish) but I had my own room so I was content for the most part. I kept my door open until one day her dog pissed in my room in front of me. I would hear her screaming and arguing with Richie, her dad, and their son Sebastian, who was sometimes there as well (which is a whole separate thing.) Throughout all this, there was never even a hint of animosity or turmoil or anything between us. Then one day she came into my room early and woke me up. She told me she got a call from someone saying she had to take me to the ER for an evaluation or something. I had no reason to question her, so I obliged. After checking me in she said to call her when I was done and she'd come to get me. After hours of dealing with hospital things (during Covid) and after doctors not knowing why I was there, one of the doctors came and told me they spoke with Beverly and she said she is not permitting me to return there. After what you can Imagine was a very stressful few hours, I managed to find a place to stay. I won't go into everything but she wouldn't let me get any of my things including medications that I needed to live. And after months of going to court (where she flat out lied to the judge) I still never got all of my things back and the judge only awarded me legal fees which I'd already spent, and my lawyer tells me that I need to know where she banks at to collect that money or wait until she applies for a loan or something. There are more dastardly deeds that she did, but I wanted to tell the basic story. It's been a nightmare dealing with all this, but I just want to emphasize how stressful it's all been, especially as a brain-damaged handicapped person.