I guess you misread my blog...

I've had a satellite for nine years and I've been wanting to sue for like three years. It never went away;

I told everyone what making someone feeling famous actually was, even in their head. And I've been put through this bullshit for like three years or 9 years. Its crap.

I tell everyone I see everyday, we can be boys and drink but don't keep me sick. Cause its utter shit what I get put through cause I can think for myself and I can act normal with some people that just got me drunk.

I was walking home and I was like what does any of this shit have to do with me being too lazy to check the resturants and just gaze at the tables. I was looking for someone to fuck quick or get my dick sucked without paying. I snitched last night cause I had to cause its utter shit, what psychopaths will do that utterly hate a man. Rather than just let it go. Fuck. You name it. Moron don't stop the Olympics cause of me, and these assholes did and don't stop your programming cause of me cause its utter psycho bullshit. Not to leave a man alone when he asks too. Its the scariest thing ever and I want it over tonight. An exec approaches me and gives me what the fuck I am asking for. Cause you won't let me sue for it. Do it. See what happens. Greatness or medicrioty and a ton of smut of television. I have been trying to get you out of my life since I got better and just use you for business because of it. Cause its smart, I watched the psycho, he got better and now I can make him money for putting him through the bullshit in the first place. But that didn't happen.

The question would be what the fuck would I do...if the scariest person ever got paid two million dollars. Does it matter?

Tie it up in annunity. House, Car and business. That's it. The worry about the social shit in like two years without anyone. I stopped caring about everyone, even Yaya. She helped some, when they were being lied to. But it was crap. I know I am going to have to take of her family when they lose the SSI when they both pass. Cause given their life expectancy, yaya, with her diabetes is going to live another 10 to 15 at most. And Gabby another 8 to 10. That's it. I don't enjoy taking care of people, but I have to and I'll do it with money. Fuck.

But Vegas is different, everyone pays. I was setup on prostitution here and before that I had my tinder blocked, POF blocked, hit by cars, guns to my chest and also had a scary satellite on me for no fucking reason. I had to date within my disease or made up disorder - it was utter shit. It was a fail since they started blaming a loser that wanted to be famous cause I was the scariest person ever and wanted to be known for controlling a psycho. And then after the next year they made his ass up. I threatened to kill his family in an email and he drove by my house or a person's house that didn't want to be involved, trying to be boys. Then a month later to save face had a gun to my chest.

These people creating a 200 million people audience and I'm ready for my daytime talkshow and also 65k; I move my people down here and I am left alone. I want a documentary about how much shit I had to go through, mentally get better and lean out for the show. It'll only take 4 months.

Don't misread my blog - I said 65k and a contract for a daytime talkshow. No pussy, No friends, No scariest shit known to man.

I don't give a shit who I pissed off, moron what does a clothing company, a soda company or any other major corporation have to do with my life. Nothing, they didn't support shit but for like three weeks in LA and everyone knew it. They were trying to save face, because I was gaining prespctive on politics, the economy and also getting into the political field.

But I didn't want it, because I didn't want to travel around the country and also live out of a backpack for signatures. It is a lucrative career for 4 months out of a 48 month term cycle. But the work is year around and I didn't want to geograph anymore. I was so miserable in that market, I was like this shit is never going to get better.

I am going to remember staring at a toilet and staring at trashcan when I die.

Give me what the fuck I am asking for and let this shit go. Get Disney the fuck away from me and the idea of in my head away from me.

I am a terror suspect because of all the tinkering in my head. And its been the opposite since 2013 of what I asked for.

If you filmed it today, I walked up to someone and I told them I've been going through the scariest shit ever for 3 years. Because these people won't let this go. Its shit and I'm not sick.

Bipolar schizophrenic and I lost everything and there is nothing that you can do for me other than pay me what I am asking for and leave me the fuck alone.

It was doing anything to not make me famous. And I agreed, Angel.co after Uber and I'm set. But asshole you created an audience and I want my fucking money.

The truth is I am so nice and friendly, I'll be boys with just about anyone, women too. But its too much shit to put someone through and too much shit for regular people to put up with.

I am no longer in Houston and its a national audience. That's it. Give me what the fuck I am asking for and don't misread my blog.

Its funny, my ass went through a checklist with women today. Do you live here, Do you want to drive around, do you want to come over afterwards and support me. Cause its bullshit cause everyone knew.

And the Denise Richards thing, Dude you got me a hotter lookalike. I'm not into you cause you fucking talk about me. I'll be sweet and make you feel famous and special if you shut the fuck up. Fuck. The satellite never stopped. It was happening anyway and I hated it. Its true and it was just bullshit. I'll be your boy regardless, if you want, fuck, but I'm not going to feed into the shit. Cause I've had to stare at trashcans I don't want to be around famous people or the media or politicians. I don't its utter shit. What someone can do to a human being.

The cars broke, save the money. For what I am asking for today and the people broke today, cause they were alright but these fuckers need to fucking buy rather than put me through this bullshit. Cause its my life not theirs. The whole self esteem bullshit was crap, it was trying to control anything I did, so I didn't grab a napkin and pen and kill someone. I don't know how I'll just James bond the shit. Your guess is as good as mine.

So its time - Don't misread my blog and you don't have to deal with me; Trust me, two good people and a great staff, you hire. I am set. No people.

I am not gay, the women were smoking hot today, but you can't fuck broke in Vegas unless they live near you or with you or she's just a freak nasty, or just wants dick. But most people are about doing something before hand. Yes, you didn't pay for the woman that would have fucked me at resturant and a couple of other ones too. But just drop it and give me what the fuck I am asking for.

Cause not once have I been famous or even in my head. Just do it, so I am known for it. And the psychotic satellite talks about images to protect. Its a business. Someone will pick the shit up. Its money. The one's that have to protect their image will drop it and not carry it.