So people stopped talking about me all day on the street. It was great. The paranioa was gone and I am alone finally.

I am just a craigslist user, online dater, chronic gambler, chronic drinker.

I think to get this psychotic shit to end...The three year psychotic shit that started this week three years ago - was could I relapse in thinking and develop the steve levy disorder. That shit is so gay and it stopped, everyday it keeps lowering. I hope tommorow it gets turned off and I can get started with the rest of my life. The answer is no; There is no bizzare issue of fame. I don't know what the word means but I am so sick of the idea. I am supposed to be in my house at 8511 Grand knolls, with a kid, and also my Kia almost Paid off. OHHHH a bipolar with a car. That gets headaches dealing with difficult people. Cause my agrument logic is simple. A then B then C. But also - I am over it and I am here for the money. I just don't feel like selling tours and meeting people and being reminded of how psychotic it was - becoming psychotic by people making fun of me and getting away with it. To get me some free shit and the facade was it was never going to happen. Nice people would have given me the money to take care of my family and have her quit. But it didn't happen. And it was so stupid to get sick and not sue.

But this time I am here for the all of the lies and shit - the biggest lie - I would be a millionare tax free overnight. Entertainment doesn't do it for me and the only time I am really able to enjoy my life is when my mind is being read or I am being controlled at a low pitch and someone repeats it ahead of time. But fuck to control a man that much and scare a man that much.

Who asks to control a man through the television only a conman. Cause what developed at home was disdain and also mania with the remote. I had to be humbled for this shit. To be lied to all day. I got humbled to have my life automated.  And be kept psychotic at 3 am and kept awake till 11pm. Lied to and forced to obsess. The lie of determining a man's quality of life being talked to all day or actually being productive is actual bullshit. Would I rather be make 43-45k in the same house, etc. And just working and going broke on Thursday - or being kept busy all day and not being allowed to make money. The feds are a bunch of dicks that set me up all day and keep me broke all day - and are idiots cause they are actually setting me up on federal case; I feel like a former al capone - I could have gone to prison for anything - you name it. Fuck. But I am literally going to have paperwork wasted on me for donut holes.

I remember before - I was worldly and knew a lot about a lot because I read a lot and also learned by having conversations with people. I heard facts, etc. And no one gives a fuck about what is done and I am being punished for having to be controlled by it which is utter bullshit. I learned from the news and they were such pieces of shit in Houston. Who stalls and believes embarassing someone in three different cities, stalking and harassing someone and also controlling a man for money - contolling a psychopath with a car....the feds...barosolution can take the blame but the Men's Wearhouse had been involved for ten years and looking to sink my ass ever since my mother passed. But the truth is no matter how many people got burnt - all they lost was money and people lost work - its been eight years, you weren't controlled for money, I am sure if you gamble you probably hit a mini jackpot, you networked and got over it.

This is not national disorder. Its some psychotic shit that is so scary to me that its unbelievable. God - its scary as fuck, but my thinking is starting to change. I could not recall anyone's conversation including the television in like 4 hours. I just napped and had to hear about myself all day.

To keep someone psychotic for the rest of my life. I heard the idea was to keep me sick, stupid fuck, I am already sick - this is psychotic. I am psychotic regardless - Ask to many questions, was too insecure, lied too much to lie about this psychotic process, stare to fucking much. But fuck the need to keep me psychotic fuck.

I came here for the money. Fuck - I was setup by the national media forced with Men's Wearhouse to move. By keep me non productive, even though, my word salads had gotten better. Etc. They spent a billion dollars burying me in another market. I could have gotten 2 million thrown my way. People are pissed but experience, don't reach.

Did I have fun being talked to ALL DAY. No - I laughed at the same hispanic woman that's young that said, I am going to need a job after this, She made me smile and I went completely psychotic, cause men don't think or obsess.

The morning sucked and the afternoon slowed down. ALOT.

I am just going to sell something with high comission and just make a million in a day. Tax Free and get the fuck out of town and start over in Las Vegas.

Cause its utter bullshit. I can't be famous for what happened in Las Vegas. I woke up at 3:30 cause bad actors love me, the joke, a newscaster or an actor, I wrote about in Blog or watched would drive by, then I couldn't go back to sleep, then I would wake up and go look for some pussy, then I would steal a donut hole and people would follow me around trying to get me to commit felony assault. Then I would stare at the television and they wouldn't shut the fuck up all day. Then I would warn everyone about me and then I got kept busy 190 hours out of 200 hours. Then I got my mind read all day. Then I burried to be automated. Then I got setup all day. Its not funny to me its asshole.

I ate and worked and got put through this shit. I want a noble peace prize. And a million dollars. I got Morgan Freeman to automate my life. For a minute, but I went up to work and I was like if people are going to keep me psychotic, why the fuck do I want to be around them. Their money, that's it. But its no enough.

Who sets up a man for three years. And shit. Fucking reaching losers.

I would take the fame and run for mayor but I can't handle the headache. Cause I haven't lived my life. To set a potrait for mayor, you've got to have a family and kids, but man I would win hand and foot. No matter what political party I ran. I just don't want it.

All the locals know me as being a part of the gayest shit ever. But I can start a deejay company, loan officer business, real estate business and also photographer. With a million dollars. I wanted to be rehabilated into society, be really famous and on every television station and not the background guy, etc, Cause that's what happened. Fuck and the feds still want to press charges for it. You abused a sick man for five months. I wasn't on medicine cause you fucked me on my medication. What's the point.


They say its psychological. But its not dick - its too much fucking control for ten years. I don't kill let me go.

I can't stand this shit. BLAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Crazy doesn't work - psychotic to be an even bigger threat to society. BALLAHAHAHAHAHA. Stop making it a joke - cause I lose everyday to this shit. Everyday. Everyday. Everyday. Not funny to me, not entertaining.

What free money. The free 40 bucks every month and tell me to shut the fuck up and abuse me for another 160 hours a week.

Stalling for what - not giving me 1/2 million and suing for a billion to stop this shit.

I am done. You could have stopped Orlando.

I told the feds - I can shoot someone if they hit me with a car again. Stop the car stalking. Stop all of it.


Humble for it. I hate it.


If I wasn't doing this shit. I would be watching the game ignoring it. Cause if I am allowed to change my thinking - I've got nothing to worry about.