I didn't know it was one TV.


Oh, then I would have said hard money.


I would have just sued over the control for money and every aspect of control.



Kept my house and car and been fine.


This is such crap.


I need to get cool with one of them, sue for the control and get my shit back. Don't trip if I get 600,000 grand after lawyer pay out and move on. That buys me a car, a house and I start a little business or do something 1099, like political campaigning.


I can't think tv or police or feds or damon, cause they make him up. I am fucked. Cause no one's involved. Whats someone should have said, its fucked, no one knows, here's a job and move on. Christmas time, look out for a house and car via the media and apply online, trust me.


I wanna do stand up for me cause too much tragic shit went on, to make it not funny. But its not going public. So nothing is going to happen but the free drinks and 300 dollars a year and I am happy for it.


I just need the shit turned off so I can move on or start too.




Cause no one knew, just me.


Whats so sad is how much was done to me, its a national newstory, but I know I won't watch it, cause I know longer believe it and I stopped listening to other people's conversations.


I need a job and shit to do, not kept busy and not controlled.


I am sick, I am sick. But this is so fucked, cause I didn't know it was just me.


Accountability, is crap, cause I know people that can't hold themselves accountable.

The Truth about it Going Public Monday -

I picked up work, from my building. I work three days, I am hoping it covers rent. I am also hitting my job with a viable EEOC charge - to get my job back, respect and also some $$$ for the holidays. But I am also, hoping this goes public Monday. I have often joked in my writing with my emails to the president. I realized the man doesn't know me and it is live edited, Crazy. Which means that I don't have a relationship with any of the people on television. Even the newscasters are edited. I asked for it to go public and for me to sue.


Because while being morbid and psychotic at home, having to hear lie after lie of manipulation, I realized that I could be normal if turned off and I am given an opprotunity to regroup. Its crazy, I know. But to me, killing my boss and now having time to regroup, I realized everyone has a boss that they would love to go away and in private, they say, I would love to kill my boss. But I, like normal people, never planned the action to do so. I never did. I never said, I am going to buy a gun and kill him. Now I have a restraining order on him and he is allowed to drive around for money around my house. But the thoughts of harming him have gone away. I just want to sue everyone. I am edited, live. No one knows. Because to the media and the world, it is a Timothy Mcvay tracker.


Its pretty sick. I am completely edited. To me the notion of completely monitoring a man and controling his thoughts is so sick, its a national newstory. How to do you completely ruin a man for three and half years and plan to keep him fully psychotic to do so. Its sick. There is no therapy - it is so sick what one human being will do to another. I know its a billion dollar cover up and a national newstory.


It is so sick. It turns my stomach. I asked out of the hysteria to kick it with the native american. I figure he's on extra pay and can give me 10 grand to get on my feet and I get a a couple of million on a christmas special. How to completely ruin a man, keep him fully psychotic and continue to set him up and never build a case, strong enough.


I am going down for taking care of myself and to me that is completely sick and people just do this for the money. I am owed a billion. I am. I know and so does everyone else, and I tried suing and no one will pick up the case.


There was an attorney in Las Vegas that was going to, but I can never seem to reach him. They keep me fully psychotic in hospitals, its truly sick. I am 33 and I have no future without the national newstory or without a couple of million.


I know I am sick. But I am going to buy two properties and also two cars in Austin, Texas and just visit Houston rarely.


Who blocks a man's tinder and never let's him go out, without keeping him fully psychotic. The feds.


If I haven't turned into Timothy McVay - then when, that's the national newstory.


Its fucking sick. But I need it public, cause people took it to far - hitting me with cars in Las Vegas, often suggesting suicide with these voices and also cars. Its sick, how people just don't want to pay a man they made him lose his sense of reality to it a hospital and do the scariest things ever to a human being.


Threat to myself, mostly, threat to society, rarely. You get fucked over with a billion dollars, get hit by cars, lose respect of friends and family, not allowed to go out and fuck a random woman, kept broke and fuck over a man for three and half years and tell me you can get a jokester, but to me and the world, it looks like Timothy McVay was created.


Its sick. I want to sue and go away. Get gastric, the first week, first my teeth, get hernia surgery - for my health. Then buy two cars, two houses and a franchise. Go out in March, at 160 and enjoying my life. My tinder, match and also adult friendfinder unblocked and also dick lipo and dick enhancements. To be controlled and slave. How long does it take to run a federal investigation and also if I haven't turned into Timothy Mcvay, with 50 grand and 1100 dollars, then when never.


I can joke and complete the three minute set, and if made public, I can do a complete set of all this shit. Cause no one knew they just used me for money and I can make complete special about being fucked all my life. Its utter crap, but I can make a couple of million alone off of it.


Bullying is crap. People need to know what I am going down for. Its true, I was kept broke and made decisions to survive, while being homeless and also alone. And the world made a billion off of me. And won't make it public cause its utter crap.


There is no need to control. Pay me, cause no one has let me sue. 2 million at least, taxed, so 2 million to start my life over.


Its sick. It is fucked what they did. And they still won't take accountability and I wouldn't but handed me a check, hey blame everyone but start over. Were done.


If you want jokes, I can give you jokes. If you want the truth, I can give you the truth. But fucking pay me and quit doing this shit to a human being.


I am going down for taking care of myself. That's it. And I want my money and it on the news. No one pays me through work. They stop me from making money and also setup some bizzare jealousy thing and also set me up at work. And plan to keep me morbid and psychotic for the rest of my life. Cause they created Timothy Mcvay and don't want a man with a fresh start and the money.


I am not blaming shit, cause I have never made a bizarre of irrationale decision or action. Throughout 8 years. I did show up to a radio station and a sporting event and movie set the first year. But this is year 9 going on year 10. Fuck you pay me. Its sick.

The Depressing Truth - )

God, it is so sick what I was a part of.

I truly miss my old life. I miss the women at the gym prior to September 2013, checking me out and me praying that they would still want to fuck me at payday.

I miss waking up and paying my bills on time. I miss my furniture and my car. I had been put through this for ten years and my life has utterly been destroyed.

The truth is I hate all of them and everyone that made SOOOOOO MUCH MONEY off me. People know that my life was absolutely ruined for no reason. It was utter shit.

 Who destroys someone's life and never pays them at least a million tax free.

Who sets someone up all day for three years straight. FUCKING LOSERS THAT ARE WORSE FELONS THAT I AM.

Its utter shit. I miss everything about my life prior to that job interview of 2013 and leaving the furniture store.

Just imagine, if I would have borrowed money from Veronica and also stay at Exclusive furniture.

I know I would have had kids by now. And been thin. And almost paid off my car and also fixed up my house.

I miss my life so much and now all I've been setup for three years straight.

Its sick and fucked. And American taxpayers dollars have been spent when they could have saved Orlando.

I am glad it stopped. But I am so sick, depressed and pissed that all it takes is a million and I am back to normal in six months.

INSTEAD THEY WANT TO RUIN ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE; FUCKING PSYCHO LOSERS.

What would be smart.

Since, Stand up is not an option. From Radio deejays trying to get to know someone. But let's say, I do it.


What would be smart - is let me hit that job for 15,000. Let me get a car in Las Vegas and let me switch shifts and do stand up. I need about three months to cut weight and go back to work. But its easier to live this life. Without being annoyed, mollested and destroyed as a victim. Just drop it and have the morning shift not know as much.

My basic requirement is stop talking about everything that I am doing and just leave it alone. That's it. Including the customers. Just drop it and I'll write with a couple of writers and myself, stand up sets in Las Vegas. Cause its cheaper to live there.

I can make 3k a month there and live like a king or have to make triple here in LA and live the same life in LA or even in Houston. Houston you need 4500  trust me.

Its a Damn Osmsis if you really think about it....

For example, I just gave up because this bullshit didn't make sense. The theory of a triangle fitting into a square hole. This started ten years ago because some deejays were trying to get to know me. I don't think they tapped everything, that I don't think but they reacted to all the texts, myspace, emails, reactions and etc; So I knew I was being watched. I became an utter psycho - similar to the Brittney Spears guy. LEAVE BRITTANY ALONE, yeah him. The summer of 2007 was filled with fun gifts, etc. That I just didn't want neither did I want the job.

I didn't care.

I had almost gotten caught by the cops selling mixtapes, gotten a DUI charge and my CPU broke that summer. So I had graduated college and I was fucked. Then I became psychotic. Truly psychotic.

That was until the year of 2009. The company that took the wrap for rigging all the contests, etc. Gave my mother help on a technically and continue to give her financial and medical help till 2012, I believe.

I learned how to budget, people were giving me a shot cause the DUI was off the record and I was fine. I broke that obsessive thinking and I began to live my life again.

I had a boats and ho's party in Boston.

I was a strip club deejay and I began to financially manage my life. I was screwed after I had gotten out of college because of the DUI and what was happening that I got to fucking sick and wasn't able to work at Chase as a Banker or work at a call center.

Cause I was fucked.


That led me to walk to ABC and talk to the security and also talk to some more people about what actually took place.


You can't fit a triangle in a square. You had a 100,000,000 people set me up and also talk about me and that created an audience. But the backstory doesn't make sense. I am not going to host a late night talk show behind Jimmy Kimmel.

Its not going to happen. What seems more realistic. Is to setup a Webdocumentary on a corporate website like ABC and also make the web-series about getting back into society and learning to trust again without a barrel of a gun.


Cause if my theory was correct. People saw that after I broke the thinking, I didn't need anyone. I didn't; My language was back together. And I enjoyed my life single and working. I could have left the house in 2009, but I owed to my family for all the bullshit I put them through given this osmsis.

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That being said, It is utter shit what people plan to put me through rather than just making this stupid shit public and how much was done to cover up ruining a man's life, by having him setup for 38 months straight. Its utter shit.

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Its truly an osmsis. I saw a couple of famous people today driving around in their car talking about what I was talking about, there. And its an Osmsis, people act like something is going on that's not really happening.

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I am truly the victim and A VICTIM. People that know about just lie all day about me and then tell me what I want to hear and laugh and some of the funny stuff I go through.

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But its sick, they flash little images of being interviewed on the red carpet or at home with my feet propted up thin. And I hate these people that try to control me and everything that I do. Pay me a million tax free for the massive fail. And make it public cause its true. It is to much crap.

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Plan with the $$$$ never fails.

MBA, HOUSE, CAR, POOL TABLE, FLAT SCREEN, NEW XBOX.
BED WITH HOUSE FURNITURE.

THEN DOING THE BIG DICK LITTLE DICK THING IN THE MIRROR FOR 6 MONTHS AND NOT DATING AND JUST GETTING MY LIFE TOGETHER, WITH THE MONEY AND NOT GAMBLING.


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THEN ONCE I TEACH - DATE. MOVE ON.

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I NEED THIS PUBLIC!!!!!?!?!?!!?!??!!? CAUSE ITS TOO MUCH CRAP DONE TO A VICTIM.

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ITS AN OSMSIS1!!!?!!?!?!!??!!??!?!?!?!?!?!

Today's Award Goes to ... Me (Juan Medina)

I am finally going up to Universal Studio's and asking for my ugliest man ever award.

They own E.

With this award, I want to thank some people and some academy. Then I want to move on. With a million tax free. The need to warn the American public about me is such bullshit. Man or woman - if you want to get them ho's -  you should be allowed to and not setup. Its utter bullshit.

With this money, I plan to move the fuck on. I plan to move back to Houston where I know I can make 100 grand a year, without trying. I also plan to fight all my cases in every state that are pending. So when the background check comes up - it will be clean. I also plan to clear my credit and do all my taxes.

I plan to meet with the Gastric Bypass doctor in the memorial area on Next Thursday. I then plan to go house hunting or plan to make a cash offer for my house. I don't care what happened. I got my house back. She might sell it, if I buy it and give her 20 grand cash on top. I would.

Then I plan to enroll back in College, to finish my MBA - I should be done in by March. Then I plan to teach at several community colleges but I plan to pay someone to get me the job interviews. Map out a resume, etc.

I then plan to look at some franchises that are up for sell in my area. I plan to study the books and I plan to work the midshift.

I would gurantee turning 1 million dollars - into a 100 grand take home. While remaining a productive member of society, without being punished or controlled. Just don't sleep with the students and also run my business. I would have about 500 grand left over, but I am so sick of gambling that it would be easier to save the money. Drinking would be cheap. But the majority of my money would be spent on Uber rides and also the weekend going out.

I then plan to buy Yaya, a car and pay her rent off for three years to start to get her caught up and give Christian a 20 grand college fund to afford his college if plans to stay local with his family. That's how much college costs in Houston.

I then plan to get gastric in a month - and setup a man cave with an Xbox. Join a 24 hour gym in the area - and just enjoy my life. I don't like spending money gambling and I spent too much this week and I am fucked for the rest of the month, but I plan to start working. But I like the mentality of not having this scary thing on me all day.

My mind is being read and I am also my thoughts are being controlled via a scary satellite. Just pay me my fucking money, quit hating and let me go. Fuck. Cause its utter shit.

Even if I was 160, dressed nice and didn't need you for money but just work. I wouldn't work for any of them because its utter shit. You set me up asshole and you wanted to be famous so fucking bad you ruined a man completely for it. Its fucking stupid.

I hate the idea of popularity, fame and not doing what I usually do every time I go drink find out about people but its utter crap. The only people that didn't do was the other bar - I went to and I had a decent time, even though there was a fight and no go get them ho's moment or some crap.

Blahaha  - this sucks just pay me and let me the fuck go.

Your not holding shit accountable; Your deterring a man from joining society. I don't want to go to cheaper, smaller market for a job, because at this point - if you didn't utterly hate me, you wouldn't need to create one - you'd just have to make it public and I would be able to get any job I want just not in this market - too big.

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The thought process is simple - how do you destroy a professional man so much and did this on purpose cause you got paid to... then expect them to work a retail or food service position. Its utter bullshit. Controlling a psychopath my ass. Pay me my fucking money for this shit and leave me the fuck alone.

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I need to buy a gun for the car because you hit me with cars on purpose that's it. And how the fuck do you let a man fucking sue for this shit. Keep him psychotic for the rest of his life instead. Or make it public - how the fuck you ruined a man's life for three years. Because some loser thought this was such a fucking big deal. And never left because you fucked me and never paid me for it and got the feds involved because you didn't want to pay for it. I don't understand the logic either - you can hit a man with a car, which looks like technically manslaughter and attempted murder then get him under federal investigation. Fuck you, pay me.

Its utter shit. Blahahahaha - Give me my award and pay me money. Because its not a joke dick. Leave me alone and leave me out of this crap. Its old. I die today, I got nothing I asked for; I was never pleased and catered too. And never paid the fucking money that needed to be given for ruining a man that just needed an uber driver, a drinking buddy and also a job in Houston when he had his shit together.

I am done. Pay me and leave me alone and I promise - in 15 years, when my kids want to check out Disney, Universal, Paramount and all the them parks and crap, I'll attend the studio audience and also not ask to go in front of the line.

I'll never have the money to sue. So just pay me a million tax free now and just drop it. And move on. Cause the talking is utter crap. You blow up my spot and hinder me from moving on and tarnish me in every way possible. For something illegal that was done and what I saw in a car.

And the shit needs to go public. I am talking to you fed's. I want the shit out. So I don't have to be setup and hindered to work in society. If it goes public and I am not pressed charges against. I'll run for mayor in Las Vegas. Cause its a small market and everyone knows me. Keep me away from the TV after this. Cause I'll start watching in year, when everyone gets over it. Cause then I can have something in common with people, local sports teams, etc. Without having to deal with this psychotic shit. Cause I don't want anyone in America to have to go through this.

No More go getting them ho's till my next free paycheck.

The Normal Thought Process Again -

Whenever I get home the machine that is the scariest thing ever other than me...begins to talk and go on and on and its too psychotic. I have a mental breakdown most of the day.

The machine often has me obsessing and hearing about myself for hours and hours on in...

It sucks. And unbearable most of the days.

But today, I thought normal Juan. Without the extra satellite bullshit. That guy was normal, manic and bipolar most of the day but never grandiouse. The grandiouse after I broke my concentration or obsession was about his money, improving his life, house and also applying to things that he could actually do.

I suffered from a bipolar mania and the complexities of getting fucked by people that you would have to see everyday that weren't allowing you to work was utter shit. When I could have said fuck'em.

But I broke it; I obsessed today about what would have everything go away. The psychotic obsession, keeping me hysterical 24 hours a day, blahahaha.

I thought about just figure of money. I always used a million because I received a scam call about a million tax free. So I always, not often but always use that.

I think if I were given it today...What would I do and its pretty concerete now, so  I don't obsess and stay psychotic about it.

If I had to face probation time in Houston because somehow people were able to successfully presses charges and I was still paid - to where they would be kept out of trouble...Which is extremely unlikely, cause it was all illegal. But let's say it happens. I am given a million tax free and forced just to do probation to where I had to stay in a market.

I would buy the Subway on Highway 6 near my former house. I would then finish my mba and teach fifteen classes a year. Three online and also three in the classroom setting, this would go on during the fall and spring. Then I would teach three during the summer. I would have approximately just >4 months off total. I would then make 45000 dollars that I would have to pay taxes on. So I would hold all my receipts. This would be at the community college level.

The three I would teach online would have to deal with basic math. The three classes I would teach in person would be basic economics. An intro, A macro and a Micro.

I would set my office hours at the subway, I'd own. I would 40 hours a week there. Because I want to keep part of the profit and also it keeps me out of the house. Cause I hated not doing anything with my life other than walking to the store and stealing bread for three years. Cause that's what innately happened. My life was ruined and people got the feds involved never to pay me.

My day would be pretty simple - I would wake up at the house that I was able to buy back. I would offer 20 grand cash and also pay it market value. Due to sentimental value. I would pay my taxes and hoa's and insurance for my entire life. 30 years, I smoke - drink and I am overweight, so I don't expect to live longer than 30 years. Back to the normal routine... I would wake up, like I said previously, around 4 am, go to a 24 hour gym, work out for three hours, then get my dry cleaning and get a coffee and a pack of cigarettes, Change and go to work. I then would go to work around 9 or a little later. I am tired of being so early to things cause I am so anxious to be in society that I would show up early. But I would work from 9-12... Three courses would be taught within that time.

I then would come home - Watch some television and or just play X box or just chill cause I am tired of thinking. Then I would go to work at 3. From 3 to 11; I would just make sandwhiches. Then I would do my study or office hours then.

I would have all my exams online but set a bell curve based on attendance. And make sure everyone passed cause its community college.

Friday at 11 pm when I walked out of work. I would not have to worry about responsibilities for 3 days. But on Saturday, I would drop off my Laundry and also mow the lawn. Go see Yaya and that's it. Other than that get into society without the pieces of shit that I never wanted in my life in the first place. Other than papa's and Salvador. So my neighbors will be like are they still doing that to him. And the answer will be no. They paid his fucking money and let this man breathe. Cause he was never that sick. He just hates people that know about him. Cause he doesn't do anything but eat, smoke cigarettes and hit on ho's broke and is nice to people. And they keep him psychotic and won't let him breathe while setting him up. He owns a gun and keeps it in his car, so if you hit him and try to play it off like its someone else - he can legally kill you and get away with. Like the HPD officer told him.


You don't control a man for money and ruin his corporate life for your gain. Wow, you met people and shit. How do you not pay a man for this and keep him psychotic the entire time.

Shit this is what I obsess about so I make it practical.

Stay the Fuck Away from me -

Stop Hypnotizing me. Stop trying to control me. Stop reading me mind. Stop making me scarier than I actually am. Fuck its not working. This actually makes me a huge threat to society and I need to sue with a half a million dollars.

I saw something out of laugh at a Criminal, cause there's no denying I am somewhat of a criminal, we all are, but it no longer made me laugh. You were a part of ruining my life and I want at least a million tax free for it. Cause I am owed a car, a House and not be forced to be kept psychotic in my sleep and also in public.

Psychotic or not. I am right. Some people need to be in prison and pressed charges against them for what they've done. And people act like the feds can't pay for this and they need to. I could have fed into a lie a federal agent said on television or what people have said you being controlled for movies that's it. Then give me an agent and 40 k and let me sustain myself for a couple of months, get thin and get in. The unmarketablity factor is small - dick, 100 people know about me, sorry 100 million people know about me. Pay me the cash and I'll do it. Controlled till I get paid 1 million or 2, if its a hit or I get into a summer of Juan crap that studio's push and I am so ugly right now its unbelievable...I'll make 3 or 4 million and get out of town and do the four businesses planned in Vegas. But I've been treated so bad there is no need to control me, just give me the cash and let me go and give me the scripts ahead of time. That's it.

But its utter bullshit - I am a corporate man that can work a decent sales job. But no one will let me. I want to press charges on all of them. I do; Cause's its so scary what is done to me.

And that forced obsession with some reporters force about a million dollars tax free... Its simple, I still got to work and I learned not through cars, because if I had made it and I had a house and a car and was working a job, I would have laughed at it, I learned pay for ho's, so I would move to Reno - finish my MBA....

Teach.
Own two Homes.
Own a Subway.
Get Gastric and pay for it.

And make with working both positions of 100k a year. Because the net or ceiling without being employed at the Subway you work at is 2200...working it would make me 4 k. Plus the teaching 4 k a month....

I would make 90 k. Plus own property. I would still have to work, but I would be able to control it. Plus their two honest jobs, etc...

But its utter shit. If it goes public in Las Vegas and I am given the million tax free. I use that as a starting point. It would be the same plan to teach but own smaller businesses given the business that I am given from the infamy of the feds and the entire media being used to throw me away and it didn't work.


That being said - I would still have to fucking work. I just need a million to start over, without the same psychotic bullshit everyday.

FUCK YOU think I get anything out people's fucking words other being kept psychotic and not being allowed to sue.

For the love of God - the people that fucked me to have charges pressed against them. The Men's Wearhouse - whom I got over and also Barosolution. Fuck the media and entertainment.

All you did was tell me what I want to hear and make me look like shit when I went down there twice and I can't press charges for it.

I am buying a gun if I get enough money from the job tomorrow and also getting the ipad from work and protecting myself in the market.

Las Vegas I finally snitched... My thinking and you feeding into and keeping me psychotic created gun wheeling drug dealers and your not going to prison for it?!?!?!? Exactly, you need to.

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The practical doesn't happen

I stopped watching sports due to the editing and financial parameters of getting setup via the media and entertainment but no one thinks practical..

I tried to sue and it's going to cost 1/2 a million.

I never understood why people wouldn't step up and so say don't trip here's a million tax free I'm worth a trillion.

And think practical I never gave you a shot in Las Vegas and the raiders are moving down there. So here's the cash take a couple accounting courses and you can be in our at or ap department and enjoy your life here with money and a job.

Work Monday through Friday and have off on the weekends.

The truth is it's going to suck for the rest of my life. Adding on to conversations leads to felony assault. I no longer believe anything from cars etc.


And by the time I get the job in the fall of 2017.
I'll have a car, house, gastric and a ton of people in my life that don't set me up all day and drive by and hire 30000 witnesses to set me up.

It's utter bullshit. I love and no how to live by myself and not talk to myself but this utter psychotic bullshit. I broke the thinking in 2010 and it has never stopped haunting me today.




It is so sick. You have a o keep a man broke that figures out ways to eat and pay rent legally. And waste taxpayers money keep on doing it.

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.

The truth about Major Corporations...

This psychotic ass shit.

I got fucked in my sleep last night almost...To be promised by a mechanical Barack...That I will get ho's in Houston...He was kind about it and said Women....

But I decided to take a different approach for all this crap... The cops and the Fed's don't understand, you pay me my money that is owed...I am so fucked, but in a good way, I am going to get caught not doing right, but also be able to live my life.

I plan to tie up a dominoes that is already built under an LLC...And get an annuity and tie it under that... Then I plan to get gastric - my body is sore and my stomach on my body is the only thing getting bigger.

But to stop using so many celebrities and crap because I have no other choice but to do it now - be in the arts, I decided the money and have Morgan Freeman, not in air or not in car's but in person wake me up at 3 or 4 in the morning and narrate my life all day.

Then I can laugh all day - and when people come up to me Houston and Las Vegas, especially because they never let me live out there,  after not getting paid to keep me psychotic what did you get....

See the Tesla ... mine....
See the 170 pound man paid for...
See the Dominoes on Sahara mine...
The House in Summerlin...Mine...

A Car ..... And lastly, the thing I got out of the Media and Entertainment, was not the cute one that got flown down to talk about with her mother to Los Angeles...That's psychological...I got Morgan Freeman to narrate my life all day for a day...I just told him to make it up and keep on making interesting Monological comments... Like he is staring down in the shower, like a horse stares down at hay...And he doesn't do much but wash his ass, but it like the wind in the month of may...I don't want him make sense...but its fucking morgan freeman narrating my life for day...

I want to pay him 10 grand cash...Then at 4:30, I cash the two million tax free check and say thanks for the fan shit...

I am just here to make money...I wish I could get the cash and just go and have a shot to get back into society and live life a little. Cause it doesn't matter what I lost - it matters what I do with the rest of my life...

Your getting setup that's it...is the idea...but it looks like you did way worse than I did and rationalize it with money...

Control anyone for money - they will go homeless and much worse be in prison already.

So I tried the non medicine approach for three months in Las Vegas... I was still kept psychotic woken up when celebrities could drive by and also went to work and got kept busy 190 hours out of 200.

My work schedule was pretty simple and basic...wake up when a celebrity could drive by...Hop on a bus for free... by asking 90 percent of the time... Walking around drinking soda and being kept psychotic... then going to work from 8:40 or 9:20 and then working for four hours...being kept busy and looking terrible as fuck..

I broke the story... I am hiring Morgan Freeman and hiring all the famous people that need jobs after this on a movie set to tell a story... I'll make it up before I go to bed.. Then I'll have someone at the end of the story set me up... Then at three bus stops its a mile long set...Make it up and don't act like you know them...Then I'll support an economy...

Then after the story I'll go and drink and not get set up...

Then I'll hire morgan freeman everyday...To narrate the story...

Then I won't cry in my sleep cause I'm on my med's.


Off my med's I was golden and people need to go to prison for this shit...This thing only made me feel better at 8pm. But I am suing all the companies... So I can get 1 trillion dollars. then I'm clearing 1/9 of the debt we owe China.

That's it. I am going to buy rare birds and stare and them cause I can afford them and not touch them cause I can break them.

There is a huge difference between a and the... I broke the and it became a and i never was a psychopath. Manic and bad with relationships - prick, cause I didn't want you to know I was sick.

Stop it. I am fine and I don't kill and its time to sue. You never supported me - I lived in a fantasy world - thinking I couldn't sue to make money.

Someone needs to come up to me and let me borrow a million and we'll turn into 6 trillion dollars. I don't want to take anyone down - I don't... I just want them on payday loans and paycheck to paycheck for a while... That's it.

I'll give you 90 percent... I am keepng ten million....

I am going to hire camera men to follow me around for no reason and also tell people its just some crap. I am watched - I feel gay not paying people for it.

Cause its bullshit, I don't need to be watched. And also Morgan Freeman is really driving around naratting this blog. Fucking crazy. I go on the beach you wake me up and turn it off and I won't be psychotic and go to work.

You cheated dick.

I learned to change my thinking for the better.




I just get told what I want to hear in optimistic way, because I was used for a billion dollars.


I am not gay, I am just broke.
Talk with your dick.
I am a loser 'regardless'.
See people as dollar signs.
Old man from the Emoji from Planet of the Apes.


Hire an old man baby sitter, that just needs beer and taco money. Then realize once I make fun of them, I get comfortable around them and don't sttuter.


When is the MW's quit doing fanscapes, cause these dicks did me so dirty having me obsess and also hysterical. I don't want to be around any of them. But I gain a new prespective everyday being treated like shit for money, for no reason. I got rehabilitated back in society. I would have rather done time then go through this and everyone knows it.


I broke my cars.


I just want my two 'million' dollars.


They say I am a mean man, but I am actually nice and easy to get along with. I am just sick of being broke. Fuck.


Two million dollars, tax free that's it. And never be mad at anyone.


I'll just put out a flyer in my neighborhood I move out in Las Vegas or Summerlin.


If I am out at 3 am in the morning leaving the house, call me and ask me what I am doing. If I am saying anything other than eating or the gym. Then tell me to come home till 7 am. Then go to work. Other than picking someone up. That's it.


I don't know I got woken up at 3 am in the morning and bed shook and I got slammed against the pillow. So I just left - to do something and I blew a kiss at Jennifer Anniston cause I am sick of being put through this and I just want my money to go away.


There's no controlling my mania, because I just have high aniexty....I broke it.


If I am wondering out the neighborhood looking for ciggarettes. And I have money, be fat asshole, buy a pack.


I should just be walking the dog, and walking my kids. That's it.


Nice people, there just rich and know how to save but I am getting over it. Cause I'm breaking the insecurities of being read like a book.


Cause I am a simple man. That got setup all summer, the Major said, but I was just looking to pay my rent and get head. That's it.


Last year was find someone to wake up next too. Now its just somehow get two million.

My mind is being read and it sucks.

I am pretty basic though. Cut the criminal shit out, try to make money, try to get women with 'no money' in the middle of the night.

Its crap. It sucks.

I want two million dollars for this crap.

1.25 in an annuinity.

A wingstop would have been a great idea. Pay off Yaya's house, buy me a house and two cars for her and me.

Then go back to normal. Without the control.

It was too much at work. It sucked, so I filed my charges and quit.

What's going to get me to stop filing charges in a normal work environment. Quit going through this psychotic crap. Then having it all dropped. I hate being talked about and I eat lunch alone and I may go out to happy hour with you.

That's it. I talk too much and I am too nosy. This painful as crap. So cut the shit at work. And not do what normal people do at work - look for easy ho's and be like find them outside and also online. But the shit is blocked and I think with my dick and also look at everybody like money and I always turn the other cheek with Regardless. Then just stare until I can afford it. But I started talking more because I have to throw my dick in the water see if I get a bite.

What is this issue of destroying my life, because we have to shit. Just pay me two million tax free and if you see me on the street it will be coincidence.

I hired a baby sitter yesterday and it was so funny. I finally felt comfortable in front of someone and didn't stutter all day. He looks like the orange ape from the planet of the apes.

But it felt good.


What's going to get me stop sttutering. A wife, a sancha, a side piece and kids along with money. I'll never stutter again. What's the point, I am paid and laid with kids and a wingstop.

Pay me for this crap. Not through fanscapes and people.

You and I haven't gone to jail or prison yet. So keep it that way, but pay me two million.

'Today' or 'Good Morning America' ;

Then just drop the shit.

Its a black poop stain on america history.

The united message is - if you don't want him to trip at work. Drop the shit and leave him alone and also pay him two million dollars for this shit.

I got called a loser by some rich jon in the middle of the strip. And I said in my mind - ninja you just have money that's it. And people got pissed because I used the n word, but I just used because hispanics, whites, blacks, indians and asians used from the Southwest Alief Texas. Its a term of endearment. But I get it - I am not black. It sounds in my head racist.

They do the scare air shit to people on tv. It is so scary and stupid crap.

I learned what fame was

Look... I learned through people what famous is and I don't want if I could have it.

Fame in the morning is being the background guy. And being crazy for it. Like how did you know about George Clooney and Zombie Movies. And the disorder lady from the horse racing track and also the woman that does hair.

I learned women and men have a price. 300 bucks max. I learned to make something up in front of the person next to me. I learned to have your mind read and also have a story all day. I learned to be nice to someone at first then be a fat asshole and wear different wigs.

I learned to turn my head and say that I am not you, which I am not. I am me regardless.

I learned to work for a living.

I learned to treat women like money. I learned to treat men like a paycheck.

I learned to make stuff up about someone and follow them around in cars. I learned to not hold onto something.

I don't know what fame is, but I guess its just staring at stuff. I don't know.

I am sick of being forced feed this false reality, when people are down but scared shitless of what is happening and also me. But I am harmless, go get beat up by your boyfriend or husband or wife and or kids or something. I learned to do the air thing to people.

People are afraid - I am going to snap because I was used for a billion dollars. When I don't own the business, I am just worth 2 1/2 percent.

Its utter shit - I ruined programming forever, but I didn't mean to or want to. I just do me - regardless.

The plan is to save up money in the next couple of months and start going out.

Really, I pitched my roommate pretty easy - its not hard to date my stupid ass. Just keep me away from the window, enjoy drinking and eating and also drive me around. That's it. The sex will suck for three months till I get thin and we'll just go for hours for no results.

Just don't keep me psychotic. Just say I watch him all day and make sure he has fun with his disease when I am social networking.

I have a scary thing that happens with the remote, that I don't want anymore. I hate it.

I don't understand the deal of paying me a million and letting me do what I want - two and a half percent is 2 1/2 million.

I don't need to be watched. I agreed I did, when I was all morbid and couldn't speak. But I am fine now and the unbelievable is really believable. So just ignore it and quit being so entertained.

I never had a self image problem or a better reality problem. I just need to buckle down and work for a couple of months. By the kids I'm visiting gifts, pay rent, buy a cell phone and also save for a car.

Its the gayest thing ever.

I was a felon that got rehabilated into society and can't support myself till Friday.

Words don't keep me busy. I just like am I going crazy all day. But then I think - I don't want to be humbled to meet people, I don't want to be made fun of, I don't want to be setup on felonies.

I just want my money to start over and support yaya.

I guess I changed my thinking for the better. I hear it in air all day.

I just had a suicidal, unstable woman offer me a blowjob or fuck, then get into a fight over nothing, then have a seizure. Unstable trying to suck my unstable dick, then fighting for no reason. The cable was shorted out. Crazy. I hate living with people. But fuck it - next week, Seigal Suites.

Meanwhile, being woken up by a scary satellite to see some people that put me through too much to be around. @ always 7:30.

Then I tried to fuck the girl that lived next to me, but she would have thrown it to me if I wasn't a part of this.

I don't have time to listen to people's conversations and stare. That broke my thinking.

I didn't stare at one bitch ass car. There is no story to tell, the summer of sam shit is done.

I hated all of it - I also flipped through channels ignoring everything.

Plus I don't know one of my sheets on material - then I am broke. I don't have time for this faggit ass shit.

We're at this point in the story. We don't know each other after this. Anyone. My former coworkers, anyone in the lack of reality.

We don't know anyone. And the summer of Sam story everyday. Fuck - I've been a pussy ass disorder that doesn't kill for 10 years, broke it 7 years ago and blackmailed all day for 3 years. Up until this point... Its been a year, to create a serial killer in air is over with.

I remember the day - September 1st, 2015.

Back to normal and ignore everything. Unless, I am trying to get pussy and pay my bills.

That's it.

I haven't snitched in three weeks - so I decided to throw the idea out that I shouldn't be held accountable for cause I said it in my own house. A fine ass adult baby sitter that I fuck on the weekends.

Everyone paid for this shit already. I said sponsor her a thousand. People say its prostitution. But its a bunch of shit - She watches me shave my head, color between the lines.

Don't Misread My blog

65k - a daytime talkshow and you do all the work for it and I recover and give me a documentary. I am not funny. And pointing it out over the television is so fucking easy to ignore but way too much attention.

Drop it. Documentary. Daytime Talkshow and fuck everyone!!?!?!?!?!?

Please me for once. I am willing to work for it. Do it. See what the fuck happens.

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.

The Truth about a blog and my thinking! Don't Misread it!

People give a shit so much about my thinking, its a lie.

I agreed with Computer and also the lookalike celebrities in the car. When I watch the programming, I can say, yeah, I saw them in LA or Las Vegas.

But you created too much of audience, Busted!

I'm owed a shot. Not a fame, I won't be recognized or famous for 15 years; But I'll have 30 years of programming to play forever.

I am going to have the woman from Fox run for mayor here in Las Vegas. I am going to ask her to quit after the political season and just have a kid and run for mayor in Las Vegas. Its a pretty conservative market, near Mormons to the north and the west. Vegas is a whole other story, but the market that actually votes is pretty conservative. Most people just vote one party, but she'll win. In case, she gets grandiose and aims for Governor next. Use me!

But I am getting my talkshow tomorrow. I've learned, I can't control shit other than this blog and I can't control people. For example, that woman I made it all up. To get the machine to stop talking at night. Have a kid for 2 to 4 years and run for office here. Can't control people. It would be nice, a dime that is incredibly intelligent, talking my ear off about things that are simple, the state of the economy, domestic policy and foreign policy, for forever which only means a day at a time. Nice. And something hot to wake up next too for a while. I said quit and take the time off. But I made it all up because I was tired of obsessing about nothing. Sometimes this machine and I would be arguing and I'd ask what the hell are we talking about.

All I can control is the outcome of this blog!!!

So tomorrow, the execs of any network or major studio that can syndicate me are going to talk to me about day time talkshow trash. I can it trash because due to the state of what is syndicated, you've got the political movements, newstations, reality shows and you have daytime talkshow's.

And there are a wide range of those. But I figure the people that can call me stan on Tuesday in October while I struggle with my speech in any market.

Are the same people with no real jobs that watch. Cause its true, when your broke and have nothing to do, you watch tv. Keeps you busy, without feeling grandiose.

To get my daytime talkshow and 65 k and my boys here. Tomorrow is the date.


Don't misread my blog and don't tread on me.

The Truth about August - January

Don't Misread my words...

August 9th, I meet with the person giving the syndicated show, get 65k....
August 10th through 15th...I get 3 bedroom house for 800 and pay six months off
Buy furniture & Buy a car...
August 15th through 20th... I fly down to Houston to pick up Don and also Salvador...
From August 21st through November 1st...

I wake up in the morning, pop an adipex, can't forget that, then work out for four hours and then get speech therapy for an hour...without the satelitte.

During the week - I volunteer, I'm not in charge of my staff, so I'm guessing their going to date and also smoke weed and play xbox. Their just in charge of my meds, working out and getting me to my appointments, other than that their free men.

Then November 1st we start getting the show together and filming in December to Syndicate January 15th - five days a week.

Then I'm syndicated at 170 by November with No Lipo and also 20 grand to relax. Then make money off of syndication.

I'm going to give my crew 1500 a month and I'm going to pay for everything when we go out. I spend 40 grand and that's it.

Don't Misread my blog!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!

It was never that, this is real.

Come on, Foxnews wants Juan to get a chance, Steve Harvey look alike made fun of me, I got a couple of dick grabs today and planet hollywood supported me. So its time for me to support them back.

Not to be homeless.

And don't misread my blog, that beautiful woman you pay to drive around can come to my house, the one I met at Cosmo and stay. No kids and no methodical crap.


5-12 Gym and speech therapy...Xbox, Volunteering and networking and doing the corporate talk thing...Then on the weekends dating...

12 to 2 am... Volunteer, Xbox and also not thinking. Cause I won't be that sick with the help. I'll be fine.

No redcarpets, no media tours, other than 3 to 4 times a year to promote the show.

I don't look at my stupid blog. So someone's reading this crap.




Don't Misread a blog... The Truth is I am fucked and I am psycho and I didn't kill anyone.


And built up such a momentus audience...Time for the Anthony talkshow, not on radio, not on movies, not funny, not cooking, not to be live but to be taped.


No - The Anthony show, syndicated out of Planet Hollywood;


With 10 people on staff, we promote the show after we get out of the gym in the mornings, get an audience in there. Sit the production staff, ten people and go over production stuff, I don't know what they do. Then host the show, the staff keeps the bar & I get money off the bar too and syndication.


The Anthony show. And for Juan to have a life after the tapings. Church, community service, flag football, softball, dodgeball, drinking. Doing stuff, that's what I am a fan of.


Cause you won't let me do shit alone. I hired my possie. To make a million dollars a year.


Not to be live but to be taped.


Don't misread the blog again!!!!!!!


By August 9th, I want the money, the contract and we'll all hustle for the daytime show!


No misreading the blog!!!!!?!??!?!?


They just say that but they watched my psychotic ass for 9 years and know how I can get. But I was never as bad as when they developed the disorder...


Its going down in the LV.


If my boys flip dope, its their problem, if they pay for pussy its their problem. I've cleaned up my live in the worst way,  not being allowed to do shit. And being buried for a billion dollars.


When I walk home and walk off my food. No more staring at cars.

Crazy Face Sidepiece!

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.

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.

The truth about major corporations

I'm tired of being a Danielle Steele novel with a media member inside of my head every night.

I'm tired of being put through this shit for money and life.

I want my daytime talkshow and also 65k for the next five months to get my life together and hire my assistant.

I go crazy on twitter. I need some cash for three months rent, three months cell phone and also three months gym. So I can be a skinny bipolar schizophrenic, with slight schizophrenia. And some money so next time you send a woman drinking an Amaretto Sour - at 9 am in the morning, I can talk to her, because this is Vegas and even though I don't pay to play ball; I buy the first drink.

If it were a house party or just a hook up online, I could get away with not spending anything. But its crap.

I'm owed 2 million in annuity and I want to move to Amsterdam after cause I've had a satellite ever since starting this morbid blog, 7 years ago.

Now I have a 200 million people audience and I want to optimize it by become Jerry or Maury, but just a little more Ghetto. Cause that's what I am, the satellite has seen. I can be smart when I gain knowledge on a subject, but I am also ghetto and everyone in the world has seen for 7 years.

So the dichotomy of me.....Corporate, Church going and community servicing but Ghetto, with all races that speak English. Cause the Spanish thing is choppy.

The TRUTH about major corporations was the scariest thing to actually think about so I can't actually think that way.

It is not funny to talk about someone and not admit and once the world did it; They've been burying me ever since for years.

A billion has been spent.

I told the stupid machine and satellite, I'm broke and alone this sucks. Give me what I want and leave me alone. I lost everything and I hate Vin Diesel and all celebrities in any field. Because if I get shot or something happens, like 1000 ways to die has, anything can happen and my life flashes in front of me.

I am going to remember hearing a voice and staring at a trash can, rather than my first kid. And I am so afraid of commitment, I don't want one, but it'll get the dogs called off and I'm willing to sacrifice 18 years just not to be a part of this anymore.

Its the satellite thing.