The TRUTH ABOUT EVERYTHING

I have had a satellite on me for 9 years. That's how scary my thought process was and my blog. THE TRUTH, but I broke it and went from a psychosis to a very scary form of schizophrenia and I broke it.


My face moved up and the concentration broke and the thought process broke.


But my boss was scared shitless of it. The media and the men's wearhouse approached him. He didn't want anything to do with it.


But he had to be famous. So they made it about a man that doesn't exist and didn't let me sue for it.


Cause the media and entertainment think I am that scary that they never let me breathe for 9 years. After the psychosis. I beat off a lot, smoked and also cleaned a lot. And made about 140k in 2 1/2 years.


THE TRUTH. That's a pretty decent living. For someone that was about to own a house, take care of an old woman and pay off a car note.


I was set, before it started again and I am still so pissed off about it, but I am over it. Its not a pissed off of jealously or anything it is a pissed off of being lied to for 3 years. But then it turned out to be 6 and the disorder wasn't there.


The blog was SOOOOOO SCARY AND I WAS SOOOOOO SCARY. But I go over it. I was just scary after that because I was aggressive, extremely aggressive and brass. And the media watched me with the satellite the entire time. The men's wearhouse did. They created a Juan satellite.


I could get laid before and move about freely and I told everyone in the neighborhood, I was sick and those were the only opinions that mattered. Because I had to see them everyday.


But then came the talkshow idea for the ages.... You and I hate each other and I am not going to kill you or hurt you; I want to be in the same realm but not have to deal with you... I don't want to close my eyes and try to get the computer to shut up so I can rest and tell women, that know all about me, but I don't know anything about that - we are going to have the best Christmas ever, with kids, cause I am so scared off all that they do to me. Compromise - I run for Mayor after the show, in the crazy city like Las Vegas.


No redcarpet events and some radio and TV interviews a year, for promotional reasons, but not everyday.


Then I'll run for mayor. Like Jerry Springer. A syndicated talkshow for 15 years and the world to get over it.


Know would have to deal with me other than my assistant and my people everyday.


To this day, this beautiful woman that has my number and she can call me and get money from the Men's Wearhouse or anyone with this charity case to support me for a month or two till I start making commission at my other job, drives around my house to make me crazy. Its not that crazy, we sit, I rub your back and rub your feet, you talk, I pretend to listen and I say, I can't believe she is dating me while I have to hear about myself all day with a scary satellite. Then we cuddle and go to sleep with 2 grand in my pocket and were both supported. I can handle the psychological and moral support needed to support her. I just can't the public thing with her, cause I am scared so shitless and the attention should be on her and other people. Not me. Scary. When we go out, I don't want to be sitting at Rhumbar having a drink and stare up and stop talking cause I can swear people that don't have any business being there, while I'm meeting her friends or associates are talking about me and I'm pissed and I want to fight, cause you have no business being there. The audience is the CCTV and the satellite. That's it. And the satellite is so scary - I don't want my words misread, you won't let me sue and you got me into so much trouble for 9 years of crap, that no one wants to be in man's life for nine years. No one. Don't misread my words - I WANT 65 K & and also a Jerry Springer type of talkshow but more Ghetto and push the limits of daytime smut. @ planet Hollywood and I want it today. Cause this forever shit, is not going to cut with me. Its not. Forever is today, and when I wake up tomorrow it'll be today. Forever is only a day, and I am tired of forever.


But time to make it about this non-misread blog.


Leave the Jodie Foster thing out of this. Its scary. Don't misread, the first year and half I was that scary, but I broke it and I can never relive it.


Now, I want my Daytime Talkshow and syndication. You warn everyone about me and Planet Hollywood supports me. That's it. And because of the kidney pushing and getting me sick in the morning, I am going to be homeless again. Which doesn't suck, I am going to have to start another job again.


No more talking to me through the TV.


No misreading a blog asshole. Use this one as an excuse.... You spent a billion dollars doing what you do to me... Now change it, spent the minimum doing this and quit making this bad debt.




The Anthony Talkshow - Syndicated everywhere, starting in January. Don't Misread my psychotic shit again. And leave me alone with this satellite..I'll fly my boy down, get cut, see a speech therapist daily for six months. Then BAM!!!!!! The Anthony show.


You know this August and it feels like I am in LA, being driven miserable. Sometimes, I'd be up at 7:30 thinking about something else and be like what the fuck are we arguing about.


You can't control kids, but I did that as a compromise because come on; This is so scary. 



Your wasting my life doing this, your wasting tax payers money doing this, and your wasting corporate America's money doing this. Put this money and these people to good use.


Cause, crazy eyes, sidepiece no more.


I'm an ugly dimetime, daytime piece.