"That's what I was thinking...nobody...poor [your family isn't rich]....no money [you're penniless]...loser...can't shoot [you weren't that good at basketball]...[thousands of girls of all different races haven't been attracted to you]...beat him...murder [I can beat you and murder you little Filipino guy]...your only friend..." - Derek the good looking (looks like a combination of Sylvester Stallone and Oscar de la Hoya), 50-year-old Mexican from San Diego that has been living on Oahu for 15 years and workouts out at the Kapiolani 24 Hour Fitness. He was sizing me up while we spoke on the hoop courts at the Kapiolani 24 Hour Fitness (determining if I were a Mexican from his background, determining if I could win a fight against him, determining if I could murder, etc.). Derek often sees me walking the streets of Honolulu and riding the bus throughout the area.
This is the reason Tela Girl asked my name when I was sitting on the porch of the house that her Tongan friend named Tara had just moved into on October 7, 2020. I think she thought I'd give her a Hawaiian name. Instead, I told naive, low IQ Tela Girl that my name was Don Juan! My father didn't name his children. He left that to my mother along with other parenting duties. What my father did was provide us food, clothing, shelter, and discipline (severe verbal and physical discipline).
I was my father's favored son. Accordingly, he invested extensive amounts of time, energy, and money into me (he pampered and coddled me). Additionally, I was well known and well respected from an early age. Why? because I was highly athletic, intelligent, attractive, had a good disposition, and came from a relatively wealthy, high status family. However, because of psychological and behavioral traits (aggression, risk-taking, non-conformity, etc. leading me to associate with the wrong peer group) and bad luck, I've fallen in status and socioeconomic status and I'm now living a life far below my potential and unlike what I'm accustomed to (I continue to repeat this throughout my blog because many of you seem not to realize this or want to believe this).
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Had I stayed at one high school and maintained the GPA I had as a freshman and sophomore (3.6+) I would have never attended SDSU** and thus had to deal with the lower socioeconomic Mexicans, Filipinos, Blacks, and Poor, Liberal White Trash like you. (Liberal Cracker, I'm Going To Call Today At About 3 PM. Be Sure To Answer So That You Can Listen To ME To Determine What Social Class And What Peer Group Influenced ME.)
I Just Got Removed From An Airplane Because I Had An Outburst And Ignored A Flight Attendant. This Is The 2nd Ticket This Weekend That I've Thrown Away (At Least $500* Down The Drain).
*My Father And Mother Have Invested Over A Million Dollars In Me (Over A Million SPENT On ME In Regard To Schooling, Apartments, Cars, Trips, Money, Money, Money Given To ME, Legal Fees, Money, Money, Money Given To ME, Legal Fees, Money, Money, Money Given To ME, Etc.) And I've Done Nothing Productive With It. As A Matter Of Fact, I've Been A Disappointment And Burden On Them (They Should Have Never Had ME). This Is Why I'd Like To End My Life. I Just Don't Have The Courage To Do It Though. Hopefully I Pissed Enough People Off And One Of Them Can Do It For ME!
