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.