I'm going to respond to one car.


Cause people follow me around and make me crazy even on the weekends.


You were somewhat nice to me for three weeks, you were nice and made me lots of money cause it was easy and cheap. Have a bunch of cute USC and UCLA students be nice to him and sign his petitions. I didn't know what I was doing till week 2. You made me lots of money for four weeks and eventually I would have moved out and gotten over my depression, if the position were permanent. It wasn't a difficult job, go out and hustle and know your product. People signed for free. I think if the position were permenant and I wasn't stressed about work in June and July and now its August... I would have gotten over it and been grateful by June. Instead I did Uber again and you wanted me to kill myself. I was going to do Angel.CO in like September.


Its not nice to go to a bar and get into a fight with a guy and say this is the media's message and go somewhere else and other people want to fight.


Its not nice to tow a man's car at a bar for 5 minutes.


Who has women - sit and drink water and eat crackers, just to yell at me. For no reason.


I had a target on my head, because not much is expected from a bipolar schizophrenic. But you've watched me for years and know I can financially, spiritually and psychologically achieve a lot and you owe me money for this shit. Spoiled, my ass. Scared shitless.


I hate Everyone that knows about this and been a part of this, but I am scared shitless cause what they can do to me or anyone. Six years, haven't killed anyone, time for a daytime talkshow.


I even went so far as going on twitter and doing rants and stalking. I told a woman that I would have a kid with her just because she was corky and cute and didn't know how to make fun of me. I said screw it, you've known all about me for 7 years and sick but I am willing to have your kid, be broke and get text messages from the satellite or people that say, Juan clean the diaper, Juan clean the toilet, Juan Chucky Cheese with me. She's out of my league, like most women are now. But when it started again in 2013, they weren't. I was a hung little man, that was losing his fat. I was skinny and I had a big head, and look good in suits and all the women in Sugar Land laughed at me cause I was in suits. I didn't take my life seriously, I took paying off my house seriously and also paying off my car. So I could fix my house. I wasn't thinking about having a kid, I was actually getting noticed by ALOT of women that I knew before that didn't notice me. That was three years ago. Now its poop.


The cars are the craziests - cause I'm not trying to be crazy, sidepiece, pinkie and also we did cars cause you like them. Who says I like to be that entertained. I try to recalibrate my thinking but I can't stop staring at stuff. I am not that insecure, I am just a psycho.


Get me a GREAT PAYING TALKSHOW & I'll interview with everyone and tell them thank god this shit is over, I can finally handle it. Not political, Not funny, American Smut.


I'm done talking today. So I am moving away from the computer.