Still crying and being a little bitch.

So here I am at work, early in the morning at work, chillin like a villain, feeling tired from from Father’s Day yesterday.  I had bought a 12pack of Tecate’s and drank about 8 or 10 of them and clocked in at 6:30am.  Things are going pretty smooth when yet again, a friend of mine sends me a screenshot of what the slob said. So he writes in the post, he doesn’t want to be informed of the stupidities we write, or rather I write.  What is funny, is this mf’er was the one coming to the #nomorecheezmeh page every fucking day acting like an idiot and sending messages to people, “Do you really believe the horrible things they say about me and my family?”  If he doesn’t care about the “hater page” as he calls it? why does he continue to join the page and block people? How does he know who to block? The only way he will know, if he actually joins the page, to which I got proof of him doing so. He specifically states “I have blocked everyone…and will continue doing so…”  so that means he is continually going into the page.   Also right before losing the election, in the cookout that nobody went to, he sent me a text message to my phone with a picture of Raul Martinez.  Raul Martinez is a guy who has talked shit about me and I have talked shit to.  Since we were fighting online a lot, Erasmo Castro thought it would be funny for him to send me a message of meeting my “enemy”. Here is proof of this message being sent to my phone.

And then just recently a couple of weeks ago, he sent me an email to the nomorecheezmeh email that I hardly check, with me to text him.  If he doesn’t care about what is written, why the fuck does he ask me to text him? He has my fucking phone number, why doesn’t he text me? Here is the email he wrote.  So Erasmo, deja hacerte el pinche lloron porque solo te haces ver peor.  You lost the fucking election, I exposed all your lies about you living in Brownsville when all this time you were living in Austin.  You want to sue me? As I told you long time ago, do what you need to do.  You think I am scared of you, I am not.  You only prove that by you trying to sue me that you are butt hurt.