When I woke up the next morning, I felt a bit calmer. Calmer enough to think clearly about what just
happened. I couldn't bear to have my life continue this way, so I tried to evaluate why I have had to
suffer so much. I spent the whole day in calm meditation, deeply reviewing my life to see how I fell to
this dark place. I concluded that I cannot just give up on having the life I want if I never try to get it. I
realized that I was still only seventeen, and that there are many possibilities for me in the future. I
wanted to give myself a new chance at life, despite all the odds that were against me. I wanted
something to live for, something to look forward to in the future. This calm session of contemplation
made me feel a lot better.
I told my parents and my sister that I was willing to make a renewed effort to change. They seemed
very happy with me. For once, in their eyes, I wasn't being negative about life.
I examined myself in the mirror and decided that if I want to make a fresh start, the first thing to do
would be to change my appearance. I got a haircut, and then my mother and sister took me shopping at
the Fallbrook mall for some new clothes. I knew nothing about fashion at the time, so I just chose a few
new jeans. I hadn't worn jeans since I was ten years old. For the first time in many years, I started to
care about how I looked again.
I spent a few more days calming myself down. I then started to feel something that has been lost to
me for a long time: Hope.
Without hope, I just couldn't go on any longer. I needed to feel hope.
Hope for the future, hope for a better life. Upon feeling this, I realized that perhaps it is possible
for me to have the things I desire; to have a great social life again, to have a girlfriend,
to have sex, to have all of the pleasures I've desperately craved for so long. It was refreshing.
On the 4th of July, we went to a big party at the Lemelson's. There, I had a heavy discussion with
James about my revelation and goals. He seemed very glad that I had a newfound zest for life. He
admitted that he was getting very worried about me, from the way I was going. James was in a similar
situation as I was. He was a virgin like me, never having much interaction with girls in his life. The two of
us talked for hours about our troubles and our hopes of overcoming them. It was nice to have such a
good friend like James on my side, who could understand and relate to me.
I made a new Facebook profile (which I still use to this day) in an effort to improve my social life.
Having been so lost in my own world for the last four years, I didn't know much about these new social
networking sites such as Facebook and Myspace. The last time I was interested in such things was when
I made an AIM account, but no one used that anymore.
Once I fired up my profile, was able to reconnect with a few friends from Topanga Elementary. I
talked to Philip over Facebook, and the two of us made plans to meet up later in the summer after not
seeing each other for two years.
I also attempted to reconnect with my old friends Charlie and John Jo, remembering all of the great
experiences I had with them. I managed to speak with them on the phone a couple of times, but they
didn't seem keen on meeting up, and I subsequently abandoned the effort.
I had a quiet 18th Birthday at a restaurant with my family. Soumaya was still in Morocco, so mother
and father agreed to meet for it. It was one of the few times that I had dinner with both my mother and
my father since their divorce. I received some birthday cards from relatives, wishing me a great year
ahead. I took a vow that day to make this new year of my life a happy one, to turn my life around and
fulfill all of my desires.
And so began a period of great yearning. A great chase, so to speak. I will chase after a hope that I
built for myself, only to have that hope shattered at every turn.
18 Years Old
I was 18, a high school graduate, and summer was nearing its end. I had to think about continuing my
education. I was eager to be as productive with my time as I could be. College represented a hope for
me. I would be starting a new kind of school where there are lots of people and opportunities. I might
possibly make friends, have interactions with girls, maybe even get a girlfriend! The thought filled me
And so I enrolled at Pierce College, the first of a few colleges I would jump to in my many desperate
attempts to find a desirable life. Pierce College is a large community college in Woodland Hills, not far
from both my mother's and father's houses. When I looked through the list of classes, I saw that most of
them were already full. The only class I was able to get was a computer class, and I settled with that. I
could always spend time at the college even while not in class, I concluded. Having only one class would
help me ease into college at a milder pace. I hadn't been in a normal school system for three years. I
feared I might get nervous. But then, after thinking about everything I had been through in the last few
months, I knew I had the strength and courage to tackle it.
My mother made the decision to move to a new apartment near Calabasas. She took me and my
sister there to show it to us beforehand. The room that I would get would be smaller, and it wouldn't
have its own bathroom, but the apartment was located in a much better area. It was walking distance
from my father's house, the Mulholland shopping center, and the Calabasas Commons. I ended up
persuading my mother to move there, as it would be much more convenient.
On the first day at the new place, I took a long stroll around the nearby areas. Of course, those areas
weren't unfamiliar to me, as I had walked around there many times during father's week. But this was
the first time I went on a long walk since my breakdown, and it made me feel more confident.
met up with Philip Bloeser after not seeing him for two years. The last time I saw him was during the
summer I turned 16. My mother dropped me off at this house, and I wasn't surprised to find that he was
still the exact same person; mature, reserved, a little awkward, and prone to random bouts of hyper
energy. Jeffrey was also there, and he was still as wild and boisterous as ever, though he had changed a
lot in appearance, no longer being the little kid I was so used to seeing him as.
Philip already had his driver's license, so the two of us went out in his car to meet Addison Altendorf,
who had just moved back to the U.S. and was living with his mother in an apartment in Malibu. Philip
and Addison have always been very close friends with each other, and the two of them go everywhere
together. I hadn't seen Addison since Topanga Elementary. At first glance, I didn't know what to make of
him. It was like meeting a whole new person. He had changed tremendously. With his mustache and
hairstyle, he looked older than he was, cultivating a refined and sophisticated personality and wearing
an elegant blazer coat.
As I spent time with Addison that day, I started to enjoy talking to him about politics and the world.
He was very intelligent and more informed than other people our age.
I bought my first Lottery ticket when I went out shopping with my mother one day. We stopped at
Ralph's where I noticed the Lottery machine. I didn't know anything about the Lottery, so I asked my
mother about it. She told me how it works and taught me how to buy a ticket. Each ticket provides a
very small chance of winning millions of dollars, and the jackpot could rise to the hundreds of millions. I
couldn't believe it. I didn't know such a thing existed! After buying my ticket, I felt thrilled with the
prospect of having a chance to become a multi-millionaire. That ticket, of course, didn't win. And neither
would any of the tickets I buy after it, but they would give me hope.
I never thought nor cared about money before I turned 18, because I was still living like a child, with
my parents handling the money and giving me the things I needed. However, the more older I grew, the
more I realized how important money was, and the more obsessed I would become about getting rich.
This obsession, which was barely taking root at the time, sparked a long relationship the Lottery that
would only end in disappointment and despair.
At father's house, we watched the movie Alpha Dog after dinner one night. This movie depicts a lot of
teenagers and young people partying and having sex with beautiful girls, living the life that I've desired
for so long. The main character is a fifteen year old kid who has sex with two hot girls in a swimming
pool. I was so envious that I delighted in his death at the end. I remember thinking that I would rather
live his life than mine, even though he died. He had sex and I didn't. The movie deeply affected me
emotionally, and I would think about it for some time afterwards.
I started my new semester at Pierce College. I still hadn't obtained my driver's license yet, so I was
forced to take the public bus to school. This was an extremely unpleasant experience, but I was willing
to bear with it just so I could go to college and improve my life.
On my first day, I couldn't help but feel nervous. The place reminded me of Taft, though the people
seemed nicer and the environment was less intimidating. When I settled down into my class, I felt that
things will turn out ok.
Soumaya returned from Morocco, and she was very angry with me due to the way I acted while I was
there. She effectively kicked me out of father's house, and because I was eighteen, she was allowed to.
Father didn't do anything to stop her, being the weak man that he is. This is how it has always been.
Father has always given Soumaya free reign to impose her rules on the household. He gave her all the
This act officially ended the one week-one week arrangement, and mother's house became my
permanent living place.
Not only did she kick me out of father's house, but she forbade me to go there even for a short visit.
And still, father didn't do anything about it. Father kept saying that the house is her house as much as
his, and that she has the right to kick me out. No! I am the eldest son! The house should be MY house
before hers! This caused any respect I still had for my father to fade away completely. It was such a
betrayal, to put his second wife before his eldest son. What kind of father would do that? The bitch must
be really good to him in bed, I figured. What a weak man.
Every day, I tried to make some effort to go out looking for ways to improve my life. I felt that staying
in my room was a waste of time. I knew what I wanted, but I had no idea how to get it. I frequently went
on walks around my mother's neighborhood in the desperate hope that someone would befriend me or
a girl would talk to me. Nothing of the sort ever happened.
Sometimes I walked all the way up to the Overlook, as my mother's apartment was just around the
other side of it; And sometimes I walked to the Calabasas Commons, where I would hang out at Barnes
& Noble, reading books, always with the hope that some young people would reach out and befriend
me, but no one ever did.
I kept hoping and hoping and hoping. Hope is what kept me alive.
I continued seeing Philip and Addison, my only other social interaction besides James. I talked to
Addison about my old political views, debating with him about what an ideal world would look like. I
found out that he had some fascist views of his own, and it was nice to have a discussion with someone
about things that would make most normal people run a mile.
I frequently messaged Addison on Facebook, hoping to start up conversations when I felt lonely. He
told me he was just starting his Twelfth Grade year at Malibu High School, and his goal was to fit in with
the popular kids. Fitting in with popular kids at Malibu High School? I didn't expect Addison to be
successful in such a venture.
Addison invited me to his birthday party. It was a small get-together on the beach in Point Dume,
Malibu. I had a very hard time socializing with people, so I ended up drinking too much alcohol. Before
Philip drove me home, I vomited outside Addison's apartment, in front of his mother and everyone else.
It was highly embarrassing and I put a lot of effort to block it from my mind afterwards.
James came to my mother's new apartment for a sleepover. We walked to the Calabasas Commons
together. It was nice to show him all of my favorite spots there, like the window at Barnes & Noble that
overlooks the whole area, and turtle ponds next to King's restaurant. It was a great place to talk and
contemplate. We had some deep conversations about our fantasies and our hopes for the future.
When I was a child, Halloween used to be a fun and exciting experience, but ever since the last time I
went trick-or-treating Halloween has been a time when I spent the whole night in my room while other
teenagers were out having fun partying.
On this Halloween, I was desperate to do something social. I just couldn't sit in my room on such a
night. I found out from stalking random people on Facebook that there was going to be a huge house
party in West Hills. I decided to take a big leap forward and attend this house party, even though I
wouldn't know anybody there. I had nothing to lose, and it would give me more of a chance of meeting
girls than if I stayed in my room all night. Because I couldn't drive, I had to walk all the way there, and it
took 45 minutes. When I got there, I was overcome by anxiety, but I couldn't back out at that point. I
paid the entry fee of $5 and walked right in. To my dismay, the party was smaller than I expected. All of
the kids were smoking marijuana, and they all seemed to know each other. It would only be a matter of
time before they detected that I was an outcast. I stood around awkwardly for a few minutes before
giving up and walking home.
On the way home, just as I was about to reach my mother's house, a group of four young thugs drove
by me in a pick-up truck and proceeded to throw eggs at me, laughing while they did it. They seemed
intoxicated, and they missed me. I picked up one of the shells and threw it right back into their car. I was
no longer a weak little kid who would take a hit without fighting back. I was stronger now. They got out
of their car and tried to attack me, and they would have beaten me bloody if I didn't pull out my trusty
pocket knife, which I usually carried when I walked alone by myself. Thankfully, the thugs backed away
and drove off. Perhaps it was the knife, or the look of extreme hatred in my eyes. I quickly ran home,
terrified. It was an unsuccessful and misfortunate night.
For a few days after Halloween, I kept thinking about that incident with the horrible thugs who
almost attacked me. They must have seen me as a weakling who they could bully for their amusement. I
didn't want the world to view me as weak.
This led to my new commitment to start exercising and lifting weights. I began working out at the
gym in my mother's apartment complex every other day. I hoped it would increase my confidence and
make me appear a bit stronger. Maybe if I built muscles, girls will be attracted to me, I hopefully
proclaimed to myself. I had never worked out or lifted weights in my life, so my body has always been
very frail and delicate. This was a new experience, and it made me feel more productive.
Soumaya's grudge against me lessened after a couple of months, and she allowed me to go to
father's house for dinner occasionally. I was very angry with father, but I hid my anger. I still needed
Father began teaching me how to drive once I received my driver's permit, which was quite hard to
get. I had to take a written test with many questions, and I failed it on my first try. On the second
attempt, I managed to pass.
My first experience driving was very scary. I've played a few racing video games in my life, but driving
a car for real was much more intimidating. At first, I could barely even drive around my father's quiet
neighborhood. I was overcome by the fear that I will never be able to drive. I soon got more used to it
during the next few sessions. Soon enough, I was able to drive a short distance up Topanga Canyon with
ease. I still didn't feel prepared to take my official driver's test, though.
Despite my attempts to improve my life, I was still feeling frustrated and angry. I was getting nothing
out of my efforts. I still hadn't made any friends at Pierce College, and I didn't interact with any girls.
My days at Pierce College grew more and more mundane and depressing. I went to my class on
Tuesdays and Thursdays, taking the bus to the AMC and walking the rest of the way. In the classroom, I
had a hard time socializing with anyone. Making friends seemed impossible.
My mother was casually dating a very wealthy man named Jack at the time, though I wouldn't find
out they were dating until much later. When she first mentioned him, I thought he was just a friend. Jack
gave mother the keys to his Malibu beach house, and we went to stay there for a few nights, though
Jack wasn't there. The house was a beautiful, white-colored mansion located right on a private beach.
The backyard had a swimming pool and a hot tub, with a gate leading right onto the shoreline.
Mother had a small get-together at the beach house, and she invited James and his family, along with
some other friends. James didn't show up, but his father Arte did. To my surprise, Maddy Humpreys and
her mother came over. Seeing Maddy for the first time in six years was a very peculiar experience. The
last time we saw each other, we were just kids. Now, she was a fully-grown teenage girl, and from
looking through her Facebook pictures, I knew she was popular. She was a typical pretty girl who had
lots of pretty friends. She was one of them, one of the popular kids. My first friend in America, someone
I played with innocently as a child, had grown up to represent the type of people who have caused me
so much pain in my life. I was very nervous talking to her, as I had no experience with talking to young
girls, but I had to make the effort. She seemed weirded-out by my awkwardness. It was cringe-worthy.
While staying at the beach house, I invited Philip and Addison over to hang out, as they were always
in Malibu together. They came to pick me up, and while I was in the car with them, Addison kept talking
about how successful he has been at mingling with the popular kids at Malibu High School. He kept
talking about all of the parties he's been to, and all of the pretty girls he has met. I couldn't believe what
I was hearing. Addison actually did it. He succeeded in becoming popular at his school. In such a short
time, he was able to accomplish what I've been trying to do my whole life. I was extremely jealous. And
that was not the worst of it.
As I spent more time with them that night, I noticed that Addison's new status amongst the popular
Malibu crowd had changed his attitude. It made him very cocky and arrogant. He treated ME like a loser
the whole time. Later that night, he ditched me and Philip to go to a party with some girls that he knew
from Malibu. I was seething with rage.
We then went to the Santa Monica pier with Philip's friend Lenny, and I saw young couples
everywhere. I used to love going to the Santa Monica pier as a child, but now it was a place of vileness.
After putting up with Addison's insulting behavior, this was too much. I became so upset that I tried my
first cigarette. I would end up smoking a few times after that, though I would quit within a few weeks
due to it having no effect on me.
When Philip dropped me back to the beach house, I walked to the beach in the middle of the night
and yelled out my anguish to the roiling ocean.
After that last experience with Philip and Addison, my attitude changed. My newfound optimism
about life subsided, and I began feeling intense anger and hatred towards the world again. The way
Addison treated me made me realize what the world thinks of me. If I was one of those popular kids,
Addison would have treated me with deference and respect, but I wasn't. I was a complete loser in his
eyes, and everyone else's. No effort I made in the last few months changed the way the world saw me.
The world still viewed me as a weak and undesirable loser, even though I changed my wardrobe and
started working out. What was the point anymore? I asked myself. I couldn't help but feel anger and
hatred. Life was too unfair to me.
I continued going on walks around mother's house in the desperate hope that I might possibly cross
paths with some pretty girl who would be attracted to me. I would have been satisfied with that.
Sometimes I spent two or three hours wandering around the neighborhood. It was all I could do. I never
met any girl. Each walk left me bitterly disappointed, and eventually I stopped doing it altogether.
My time at Pierce College became more miserable each day I went there. I despised having to take
the bus. It was embarrassing and stressful, and it sucked all of the pride out of me. And for what? To go
to one class where I didn't talk to anyone? There was no point in it anymore. I couldn't stand the feeling
of loneliness I had there. No one wanted to be my friend. It just wasn't worth the trouble. I decided to
drop my class.
My mother got very angry that I dropped my class at Pierce, even though I thoroughly explained to
her the reasons. This was when she started pressuring me to get a job. Getting a job is something I never
thought about before in my life, and I soon realized that the older I became, the more it was expected of
me if I didn't go to college. To placate my mother, I started searching for jobs online every day, but I
wasn't able to find one that was suitable for me.
I felt hatred and dissatisfaction with the world and society, but I didn't want to hide away from it
anymore. I needed to be as productive with my time as possible, and I had a lot of free time at this
point. The best way to make use of this time, I concluded, was to spend it self-educating myself.
Knowledge is power.
I began a daily routine of walking to Barnes & Noble in Calabasas every day, where I would spend
hours reading books that ranged from biographies of powerful leaders, histories of significant periods,
self-help books, philosophy and psychology texts, and historical fiction novels. I sometimes even spent
entire days there, from the time it opened to the time it closed. In the afternoons, to my extreme rage, I
sometimes saw young couples strolling through the store. Sometimes they would even sit on the
reading chairs, kissing and fondling each other. Whenever I saw this, I got so overcome by envy and
heartbreak that I went to the bathroom to cry. The occasional couples didn't stop me from going there,
however, because it was the most beneficial thing for me to do at that moment.
I still met up with Philip and Addison occasionally, even though I hated Addison. They provided me
with a sense of a social life, and a way for me to vent about my troubles. Addison treated me like a
lowlife every time I hung out with them, and he kept bragging about the girls he met at parties in
Malibu. I indignantly accused him of lying, as that was what I wanted to believe. He was only amused by
my envy. I then found that Addison deleted me from his Facebook friends list out of the blue. This was
the last slight I would bear from him, and I subsequently sent him a hateful Facebook message in
response. I then viewed Addison as a bitter enemy of mine. He truly was a disgusting and treacherous
Addison was once in the same position as I, but right when he succeeded in integrating with the
popular kids, he betrayed me and treated me the same way the popular kids treated me, as if I'm lowlife
scum. The world truly is a brutal place, where a man must fight a bitter struggle against all other men to
reach the top. Humans are nothing but vicious beasts in a jungle.
I delved more into learning as much as I could from books at Barnes & Noble. I expanded on the
political and philosophical ideals I concocted when I was seventeen, and I soon became even more
radical about them than I ever was before. It was all fueled by my wish to punish everyone who is
sexually active, because I concluded that it wasn't fair that other people were able to experience sex
while I have been denied it all my life. I started to have the desire to create a world where no one is
allowed to have sex or relationships. I again saw that as the perfect, fair world. Reproduction can be
accomplished without sex, through artificial insemination. Sex is evil, as it gives too much pleasure to
those who don't deserve it.
I shaped all of these ideals through learning and self-educating myself for hours every day. My
personality became even more rigid, and I started to dress in very conservative attire.
I went with my mother to the yearly Christmas party at the Lemelson's. I spent most of the time with
James, discussing with him further about my ideals. We also played a lot of video games with Noah and
his friends. Noah was really interested in Nintendo games, and he had a lot of them. Playing games with
them reminded me of a time, long ago in my past, when I played Nintendo 64 as a child, blissfully living
life in a world that I thought was good. I longed to be a child again, to be in a bright place away from the
cruel darkness of reality. I will always treasure those memories.
I had to go Christmas shopping, and I decided to do it at the Calabasas Commons. I was always going
there anyway. While walking around, I ran into Maddy, who was there with her boyfriend. For some
strange reason, I have never had any sexual attraction towards Maddy, despite the fact that she's a
blonde girl and I'm obsessed with blondes. Perhaps it was because she used to be my friend when we
were children, I don't know. Because I wasn't attracted to her, I didn't find myself feeling as much
jealousy as one might think I would in such a situation. It was still very awkward. I just said hello to her
quickly and walked away.
On New Year's Eve of 2010, the day that marked the end of the decade, I caught a terrible illness and
had to stay in bed for the whole afternoon as well as the next day. My mother was going to go to one of
her friend's houses, but she felt sorry for me and stayed at home. I spent the whole time lying in my
bed, brooding about my life. I don't know what was worse, the physical pain I felt from the sickness, or
the emotional pain and rage I had towards the world. I would say the latter.
When the illness had passed on the following afternoon, I thought about how it caused me to waste
my New Year's holiday in my room, but then I mused that I would have done the same thing anyway,
whether I was sick or not, because I had no friends to celebrate New Year's with.
I checked Addison's Facebook profile with one of my stalking accounts, and I saw that he went to a
huge New Year's party at a mansion with his popular Malibu friends. He took lots of pictures of himself
posing with various girls. I hated him so much when I saw that. The level of hatred I felt was unreal. He
was doing everything I wanted to do! Why him and not me? I cursed at the world. What was seen can
never be unseen, and I will never forget it, nor will I forgive it.
My hope that I will one day have a beautiful girlfriend and live the life I desire slowly faded away. I
was in the same dark and miserable place I had been a year previously; lonely, unwanted, miserable,
and seething with rage at the world. I kept thinking about how some boys were easily able to get
girlfriends straight after they went through puberty. I couldn't fathom how they did it, and I hated and
despised them for it.
I kept thinking about Leo Bubenheim, and how he kissed that girl Nicole at the Sagebrush Cantina
when he was only twelve. Twelve! He was able to have an intimate experience with a girl when he was
only twelve; and there I was at eighteen, still a kissless virgin. My envy of Leo became an obsession. I
kept asking my sister for information about him, but she refused to tell me anything. I frightfully
wondered if he had lost his virginity already, and he most likely had. He was a popular kid, and girls
desired him. Leo was happily living his heavenly life with the knowledge that he's worth something to
the world, while I had to wallow in my misery and loneliness.
Life is not fair. One can either accept that fact, keeling over in defeat; or one can harness the strength
to fight against it. My destiny was to fight against the unfairness of the world.
My mother carried on pressuring me to get a job, and she would never leave me alone about it. She
was a bit frustrated that I wasn't getting one. The two of us had a lot of arguments, and living with my
mother became an extreme hassle.
After signing me up to a program in the regional center, my mother found a life coach to counsel me
and help me find a job. This life coach's name was Tony, a boisterous 40 year old man who came to
meet me every other week. I was open to going along with this. I had plenty of free time, and I was so
lonely that any social interaction was welcome. For our meetings, Tony usually took me out to lunch
somewhere in the Valley, where he gave me advice on socializing and self-improvement.
I continued searching for a job, but I still wasn't able to find one. I refused all of the jobs that Tony
suggested to me. The problem was that most of the jobs that were available to me at the time were jobs
I considered to be beneath me. My mother wanted me to get a simple retail job, and the thought of
myself doing that was mortifying. It would be completely against my character. I am an intellectual who
is destined for greatness. I would never perform a low-class service job.
My father told me that I could work for his friend Karl Champley for a few weeks, to help him build a
staircase in his new house. I knew Karl quite well, for he used to come over to father's for dinner
occasionally. Karl was just finishing up building his new house in Woodland Hills, just a few minutes
away from father's house, and he offered to hire me to help with the staircase.
I agreed to take this job. Sure, construction work was lowly and laborious, but this was different. This
was more like assisting a friend, and it would be in a private environment. It was the perfect temporary
job opportunity, and it would most definitely get my mother off my back. I still wasn't able to drive, so I
rode my bicycle there from mother's house every morning. The trip on the bicycle took 30 minutes. It
was grueling to ride a bicycle up that steep winding road every day, but it provided good exercise, which
I was in need of. I worked with Karl every weekday for about three weeks. It turned out to be quite a
pleasant experience. Karl was very friendly and I enjoyed working with him. When we finished the
staircase, which was a spiral staircase that led up to his roof-deck, we took a moment to admire the
work we did.
On my last day working for Karl, I decided to stop by at father's house to have a drink. I was quite
parched from the bicycle ride. I entered the house without knocking because I believed I had the right
to. As the eldest son, the house should be my house after my father. Soumaya was surprised to see me,
and she got angry that I didn't knock. To teach me a lesson, she ordered me to go back outside and
knock. I refused, telling her that she has no right to order me around anymore. I then helped myself to a
glass of water. Soumaya knocked the glass of water out of my hand and it shattered on the floor. Father
clamored angrily up the stairs from his office demanding to know what was going on. The three of us
had a heated argument, and of course father took Soumaya's side. They both kicked me out of the
house, telling me that I'm not to return. I felt betrayed and humiliated as I furiously made my way back
to mother's house. At that very moment, I hated both of them, and I wouldn't see either of them for
many months. For those months, my father was dead to me. My mother was all I had left in this bleak
During that same week, I had a climactic meeting with Philip and Addison where my noxious feud
with Addison Altendorf reached a boiling point. We went on an outing to the Griffith Park Observatory,
as we usually did when we got together. This time, my arguments with Addison were very intense. I
tried to insult him as much as I could, in a petty attempt to get revenge at him for all the insults and
slights he dealt to me. We went back and forth at each other for the whole evening, to the chagrin of
poor Philip who had to put up with it. By the end of the night, Addison said something to me that was so
offensive it will haunt me forever, and it rang true: "No girl in this whole world will ever want to fuck
I already felt that no girl in the world wanted to fuck me. I was a kissless virgin after all. That was the
sole reason why I was suffering. But to hear it come from someone else, someone like Addison, really
caused it to sink into core of my mentality and emotions.
That whole night made for a very vile and wicked experience. I decided not to see Philip and Addison
for a long time.
Because I was no longer seeing Philip and Addison, James was once again my only friend. I frequently
talked to him over Skype. Sometimes I would go over to his house, where the two of us went on our
traditional walks around the Palisades town center. James still played WoW, and he was trying to get me
back into it. I was quite tempted. After everything I had been through in the last few months, I did feel
the urge to delve back into that void. Facing the world was tough, and it took its toll on me, especially
since I've seen no results. I was still in the same position I had always been: Lonely, unwanted, and
I found out that my mother was actually dating Jack, the wealthy man who owned the Malibu beach
house. I always thought he was only her friend. My mother never told me or my sister about any men
that she dated. She always kept that strictly private. I hadn't even met Jack yet. He was worth well over
$500 million, and he owned other mansions in Bel Air and Beverly Hills.
When I found out about this, I started to harbor the hope that my mother will get married to this
man, and I will be part of a rich family. That will definitely be a way out of my miserable and insignificant
life. Money would solve everything. I started to frequently ask my mother to seek marriage with this
man, or any wealthy man for that matter. She always adamantly refused, and demanded that I stopped
talking about it. She told me that she never wanted to get married again after her experience with my
father. I told her that she should sacrifice her well-being for the sake of my happiness, but this only
offended her further.
At the beginning of summer, I finally received my driver's license. I had to take the driving test twice
before I passed it. The first time, I took it at the Winnetka DMV, and I made a few mistakes at the end
which caused me to fail it. After taking some lessons that my mother arranged for me, I gave the driving
test another try at the Thousand Oaks DMV. This area was much easier to navigate around, so I
managed to closely pass the test.
Once my official driver's license came in the mail, my mother told me some good news. She received
a new car from Jack, which meant she could give her older car to me. I now had a car of my own to
drive. To be able to drive to any place I wanted to go provided me with a new sense of freedom that I
never felt before. I felt more like an adult rather than a kid. I realized that I could start college again,
now that I had the ability to drive there.
I registered for a summer class at Moorpark College. I read about Moorpark College online and found
that it was a much better option than Pierce College. My mother and I drove up there to take a look. The
campus was smaller in scale, and more aesthetically pleasing. It was located in the town of Moorpark, in
a gorgeous mountain area near Thousand Oaks. I also saw a lot more beautiful girls there than I ever
saw at Pierce. Everywhere I looked I saw beautiful blonde girls walking around. This college was just
right for me.
In the days leading up to my first day at Moorpark, I felt a renewed sense of hope. A new college
provided a new start, and this college looked perfect in every way. I had the hope that I could make it
there; that I could make friends, meet some girls, and eventually find a pretty girl to be my girlfriend. I
pictured her in my mind all the time; her cascading blonde hair, her beautiful face, her sensual body...
Everything. I imagined us walking hand in hand through the college, looking at the magnificent view of
the mountains in the distance as the sun sets behind them. That would be heaven. That was what I
wanted in life. Every single hate-fueled ideal, world-view, and philosophy I created in the past was a
result of not being able to do that.
I was very optimistic on the first day. When I walked onto the campus I breathed in the fresh
mountain air and admired my surroundings. I was in a new environment with lots of new possibilities.
The class I took was a world history class, and it began on a good note. The class was well-structured and
the teacher was entertaining. After the class ended, I walked around the college for an hour to explore
and ponder over how I can set my life right. Once again, I dared to hope that there could be a good
future for me.
My renewed hope gave me solace for a few days, but it did not last. Moorpark soon became a place
of loneliness and despair, just like any other place I've attempted to thrive in. The breaking point was
when I saw good looking couples walking along the area where I dreamed of walking with a girlfriend. To
watch another boy experience it, with a beautiful girl who should be mine, was a living hell. I constantly
asked myself what I did wrong in life, to be unable to have a beautiful girlfriend.
It was no better inside the classroom. There was this one obnoxious jock with a buzz-cut who was
taking the class with his gorgeous girlfriend. They always sat next to each other, talking and touching
each other with affection. Every day I had to see this, and my envy grew and grew. I constantly glared at
them with raw hatred. What did I do wrong that he did right? I yelled out to the universe on the way
home. Why does he deserve the love of a beautiful girl, and not me? Why do girls hate me so? Questions
and questions. All I could do was question why I was suffering so much injustice in life.
My mother one day told me that I should become a writer, because I had some talent in writing. That
was strange to hear. For my whole life I was never talented at anything I tried. I was too physically weak
to play sports with other boys when I was little; I never became professional at skateboarding no matter
how much I practiced; and I was never that skilled at any video games I played... even World of Warcraft.
Steve and Mark were able to play their characters more skillfully that I ever did, and they started the
game much later than me. Deep down, I've always known that I had no talents, and I've always tried not
to think about it.
Indeed, it was strange to hear my mother say that I could become a talented writer, but it did give me
an idea. I started to wonder if I actually could become a writer. I could write an epic fantasy story that
will be made into a movie, and I will become rich from it. Being rich will definitely make me attractive
enough to have a beautiful girlfriend. It was not impossible, and working towards it would give me
something to live for. I mulled it over in my mind for a while.
We went to Jack's beach house in Malibu to spend a couple of nights again. My mother called me on
the phone to tell me the plan while I was at college. It was a lonely and depressing day at school, and I
was glad to be able to have some respite at the lovely beach house. I immediately drove there from
Moorpark after my class was finished.
Mother had a few of her friends over, and she bought a lot of delicious food. After stuffing myself
with portions from every dish and drinking multiple glasses of wine, I went on a long and peaceful walk
on the beach, wishing that I had a girlfriend to walk beside me. Before I went to bed, I thought a lot
more about the possibility of becoming rich. If I was a millionaire and owned a house like the one I was
spending that night in, I could have any girl I want. Being in that position would make up for all of the
misery I've had to go through in the past... and making up for it is my most important goal in life. My one
wish is to feel satisfied for the way my life is.
I seriously started to consider working towards writing an epic story. I was always creating stories in
my mind to fuel my fantasies. Usually those stories depicted someone like myself rising to power after a
life of being treated unfairly by the world. I mentally examined all of the stories I had developed, and
focused on the few that I thought would become bestsellers. If I could get one of them made into a
movie, I would definitely be a millionaire. It was the only solution to my problems. I saw myself as a
highly intelligent and magnificent person who is meant for great things. This could be one of them.
I spent the next couple of weeks focusing on writing for myself instead of working on my schoolwork.
The class didn't give much homework to do anyway. I wrote summaries for three different stories, and I
think I showed two of them to my mother. She seemed to think that they would make good movies, and
that increased my confidence. I either wanted to write a novel first, or go straight to making it a
I spent every afternoon for two weeks working on this goal. My time at college was miserable. I often
cried on the way home because I was envious of so many couples walking around. I poured all of my
energy into coming up with a way to make this goal work.
My faith that I could write an epic story that would make me rich soon collapsed. I read so many
articles online of the chances that a screenplay would be made into a movie. I also saw that most writers
of even the highest budget films didn't make as much as I thought they did... Definitely not enough to
live on for the rest of their life. I also thought, with a lot of despair, of the time that it would take to
achieve such a goal. Most bestselling authors or screenwriters didn't become millionaires until they
were well into their forties or fifties. I didn't want to wait until I was forty years old to lose my virginity!
The thought of spending the next twenty years working hard every day for a chance to make a million or
two filled me with revulsion. By the time I'd become a millionaire from doing that, I wouldn't even be
able to get hot young girls because I'd be too old. I decided that writing was not my path to salvation,
and I abandoned the idea completely. Of course, I would become tantalized with the idea a few more
times in the future, but that would be due to the desperate, false hope that I often create for myself.
I couldn't stand seeing that damnable couple in my class anymore. I never understood what that
pretty girl saw in her brute of a boyfriend. That guy was able to experience his college life with his
beautiful girlfriend by his side, while I was all alone. It made me feel so inferior. I had to watch them
together, every single day. The torture was unbearable. When I got home from college one day, I
dropped my class in a rage.
I didn't think about how my mother would react to me dropping the class. I knew she would be very
disappointed, and I couldn't afford to have her be disappointed in me. I was relying on her for
everything. What she gave to me, she could easily take away. I panicked and resolved to get a job in
order to placate her.
After asking Tony, my social skills counsellor, if I could get a job through the regional center, he called
me back and told me that there was a job available for me. I didn't get much information about it, but I
decided to sign up for it right there and then. After this was secure, I was comfortable enough to tell my
mother that I dropped my class at Moorpark. I could have lied to her and told her that I never dropped
the class, but at that time I was too scared to lie to her.
I started a day of working at this new job. It was located in an office building that was connected to
an Airport in Los Angeles. To my horror and humiliation, the job turned out to be a menial custodial job,
and I had to clean offices and even the bathrooms. There was no way I would ever degrade myself to
such a level. I felt like utter shit from even considering working at such a place. I only worked for a few
hours while I thought about how to handle this foul situation... and on the next day I called to announce
that I was quitting. That was the second and last "job" I would ever have. I only worked there for less
than a day.
After I quit, I fell into an even worse state of panic than I was in after I dropped my Moorpark class. I
rapidly pestered myself with the ultimate question: What am I to do now? I called up Karl Champley to
see if he had another job for me at his house, but he told me that his house was almost finished and
there was literally no work for me to do there. I was doomed. I thought that if my mother found out that
I quit, she would kick me out of her household.
My mother was taking a vacation in Hawaii with my sister during this time. I had a few days by myself
to relax and plot my next move. I concluded that going to college and enduring the sight of couples
walking around was better than having to resort to working a low-class job somewhere, and I had to pick
one of the two in order to placate my mother. College was also more beneficial because I could learn
and educate myself through it.
I called up my mother and cried to her on the phone, explaining to her why I quit the job that I signed
up for, and asked her if she would give me another chance. I told her I will register for more classes at
Moorpark and pour all of my energy into studying hard. I also told her that I will continue with working
on my writing. To my relief, she was very understanding, and she told me she would continue to support
me if I did this.
The temporary pressure I had to face that summer was eased, but after thinking about it, I supposed
it was insignificant compared to the overall pressure that's been on my shoulders ever since I hit
puberty: My struggle against a society that looks down upon me... against the female gender for denying
me sex and love. Addison Altendorf's hurtful words kept haunting me all throughout the summer. I saw
my future and I saw only more bleak loneliness. / will never have sex. I will never have love. Girls deem
me unworthy of it, I thought to myself over and over again. I cried every day when I imagined how much
fun and pleasure other teenagers were having as I languished in despair.
My 19th birthday passed by sullenly, and it caused me to feel even more defeated. Nineteen and still a
virgin, I miserably proclaimed on that day. My father didn't even deign to give me a phone call. Instead,
he sent me a letter wishing me happy birthday and telling me that he wanted me to apologize to
Soumaya, which of course I refused to do.
The laptop I received on my 17th birthday had become infected with viruses, so my mother bought
me a new, even better laptop on my 19th birthday. I chose one that can handle video games very well,
because I had just made the decision to start playing World of Warcraft again. I just couldn't handle the
anguish in my life anymore, and I needed a break, no matter how unhealthy and time-consuming WoW
would be for me.
19 Years Old
Upon setting up my new laptop, I immediately installed all of my WoW disks. I logged onto my
account and took a look at all of my characters that I hadn't touched for a year and a half. Right when I
logged onto my main character, I was contacted by James, and he invited me to join an online group
with him, Steve, and Mark. They all gave me a warm welcome back.
And there I was, stuck in the void of hopelessness once again; in the exact same position as I had
been when I was fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and seventeen. For all the efforts I made to improve my life
during my eighteenth year, I had nothing to show for it. No friends, no girls, no life.
I started going to James's house a lot more, since I was now able to drive and the two of us could play
WoW together again. Seeing James was always pleasant in its own way. He was my comrade in virginity,
for he too didn't get any attention from girls, and I'm sure he suffered from it, but not as much as I did. I
was very perplexed as to why he didn't feel any anger towards girls for denying him sex. He should be
just as angry as I am. I supposed he didn't have a very high sex drive, or he was just a generally weak
To be angry about the injustices one faces is a sign of strength. It is a sign that one has the will to fight
back against those injustices, rather than bowing down and accepting it as fate. Both my friends James
and Philip seem to be the weak, accepting type; whereas I am the fighter. I will never stand to be
insulted, and I will eventually have my revenge against all those who insult me, no matter how long it
For the rest of the summer, I took it easy and played WoW with James, Steve, and Mark; just like old
times. I also started reading a new book series called A Song of Ice and Fire, by George R.R. Martin. This
medieval fantasy series was spectacular. The first book of the series was A Game of Thrones, and once I
read the first chapter I just couldn't put it down. It was like nothing I had ever read before, with a huge
array of complex characters, a few of whom I could relate to. I found out that it was going to be adapted
into an HBO television series, and I became very excited for that.
Delving into fantasy stories like WoW and Game of Thrones didn't make me forget about all of my
troubles in life, but they did give me a temporary and relieving sense of escape, which I need from time
to time. Life would be impossible to handle without those temporary respites.
Rob Lemelson suggested to my mother that I join the karate class he practices in. Rob was an expert
black-belt, and James was also taking the same class with him. They met up every Tuesday and Friday
night, and I agreed to go on Fridays. Every Friday, I began the routine of driving up to James's house, and
then the two of us would go in James's car to the karate class in Santa Monica. James got his first car a
few months after I got mine, though his car was a lot older and worn out.
Rob thought that starting karate would be healthy for me, as it is meant to increase confidence and
build character. I was eager to see if I could benefit from it. The class was pleasant. It gave me a good
work out and a sense of invigoration. There were usually six or seven other students, and I was
particularly annoyed with this one twelve year old kid who seemed to think he was better than me
because he was a brown belt and I was a novice white belt. I bet he thought he could beat me in a fight
because of it... Hah! No chance in that. It was annoying, but I was amused at the same time.
fter the karate class, Rob would take us out to a nice restaurant for dinner if he had time. If Rob was
busy that night, James and I would go to our usual dinner place in the palisades, and then we would go
back to his house to hang out for a while.
My new semester at Moorpark College began. I only managed to sign up for one class, but I promised
my mother that I would do at least three classes in the next semester. Both of my grandma's offered to
send me some money to help me out with living expenses, and I wisely saved every check I received
from them. One of my priorities was to start building up my money savings in case my life became too
The class I started was a political science class. I figured I would gain some useful knowledge by taking
it, though I disliked the teacher because he had the tendency to randomly call on me to answer
questions. I was still terrified of speaking in front of the class, even if it was for one sentence. My social
anxiety has always made my life so difficult, and no one ever understood it. I hated how everyone else
seemed to have no anxiety at all. I was like a cripple compared to them. Their lives must be so much
easier. Thankfully, there were no couples in this class, but I still had to see them when I walked through
the school. The only thing I could do was keep my head down and pretend they didn't exist. I still cried
on the drive home every day.
Grandma Jinx came to visit the United States in October, where she stayed at father's house. This
presented a difficult situation. She of course wanted to see me, her eldest grandson, but I wasn't on
speaking terms with my father and Soumaya. I was very resentful of my father for the way he treated
me during that last incident, and I will never forgive him for it. My father effectively abandoned me at
one of my most crucial points in my life. Though in fact, he was never really present in my life to
abandon me in the first place. When I think about it, he was always absent from my life. When my whole
world took a downward spiral into darkness after I hit puberty, he never made any effort to save me. He
just didn't care.
I would never let what happened to me happen to a son of mine, if I had a son... though from the way
things have been going, I'll never have a chance to have a son, because girls don't want to have sex me. I
would make such a better father than my own father.
Grandma Jinx pushed the both of us to reconcile. She insisted that I meet her and father at father's
house, where the three of us would set out to have lunch somewhere. I showed up and gave my
grandma a hug. Father didn't say a word to me, nor I to him.
We went to our local Japanese restaurant. Father sat in silence while Grandma Jinx asked me lots of
questions about my life. Eventually we got around to the subject that was hanging in the air. If it weren't
for my grandma, the conversation would have gotten nowhere. Father and I went back and forth at each
other with accusations. Grandma Jinx persuaded the two of us to drop our grudges and move on. For
her sake, we acquiesced. I shook hands with father as we agreed to put the past behind us.
I went on a walk with Grandma Jinx after we returned to father's house. I took her up to my old
contemplation spot, the hilltop that overlooks father's neighborhood, which I always called the
Overlook. That place is one of the most special places in my life. I have memories of it stretching back all
the way to when I was a joyful ten-year-old. I remember going up there to skateboard all the way down;
I rode my bicycle up there during my middle school years; I hiked up there with Max when he was
staying at father's house as an exchange student; I languished there in despair when I went on my lonely
walks at the age of seventeen and eighteen; and now I was showing it to my grandma. When the two of
us reached the top, every memory came back to me, and I felt a bittersweet sense of nostalgia.
After the walk, I didn't want to enter father's house. Soumaya was in there, and I hadn't seen her
since that dreadful day when she made father throw me out. Once again, my grandma forced the issue,
and I agreed to go in for a talk. We all sat down at the kitchen table and agreed that arguing would get
us nowhere. Father and Soumaya were willing to start over, and I agreed to give our relationship
another chance. Before my grandma departed back to England, she made us promise to keep up the
positive relations, and made sure that they would invite me over for dinner frequently.
I soon went to one of those dinners at father's house. It was an awkward experience, to have dinner
with the two of them after all of that tension. We didn't raise any issues and talked about pleasant
things. It was nice to see my brother Jazz again. I was shocked by how much he had grown in the past
several months. He was no longer a baby, but a five-year-old boy who was turning six soon. I could
actually have full conversations with him. He was a very social boy, and quite boisterous... and that
started to worry me. He could well turn into one of the people I have despised and envied so much. I felt
a hint of jealousy that my five-year-old brother was so well versed in social skills at such a young age. I
always suffered from shyness and social anxiety, but Jazz didn't seem to have that problem.
I put that worry at the back of my mind. He was my brother, and he really looked up to me. He was
one of the few people who treated me the way I want to be treated, with respect and adoration. I
enjoyed spending time with the boy.
As I got more used to having a car of my own to drive, I frequently went on what I called "night
drives" around my mother's neighborhood. They almost replaced the long walks I used to take in the
afternoons. Staying in my room all the time only increased my depression. It was suffocating. To ease
this suffocation, I frequently got in my car at night, turned on the radio, and went on a drive with no
particular destination. The song "Two Is Better Than One" always played on the radio when I went on
those night drives. It made me feel sad, though it was soothing at the same time. That song will always
remind me of the loneliness I felt during those experiences.
I soon learned the hard way to not go on night drives on Fridays and Saturdays. That was when
teenagers were out and about. Even in the peaceful residential neighborhood that my mother lived in, I
frequently saw bands of teenagers roaming the streets. They were high schoolers, younger than me;
mostly skateboarder punks or football jocks who had pretty girls beside them. The sight of them
enraged me to no end. It reminded me of the life I missed out on. They were probably on their way to
some house party, where they will get drunk and have sex and do all sorts of fun pleasurable things that
I've never had the chance to do. Damn them all!
My Autumn semester at Moorpark College flashed by like a subtle lightning bolt. It was as if it didn't
even exist in my life. Moorpark College was supposed to be a place of hope for me, but it turned into a
place of despair, just like everything else. I was invisible there. Nobody knew I existed or cared who I
was. At least this time I finished a class.
The day of my final exam was December 7 th , which was also the day the new expansion to World of
Warcraft was released, called Cataclysm. I completed my final exam with ease, and thus I completed my
first college class, in which I received the grade of a B. Afterwards, I rushed to Best Buy to purchase the
new game. With new WoW expansions, some of those old feelings that I felt when I first played the
game came back to me, and I wanted that feeling again. It was comforting, and the sense comfort was
something I needed to cushion myself with. I also knew that I would beat James, Steve, and Mark to the
next high level cap. I supposed it would provide a small sense of competitive satisfaction. Getting a
character to the highest level the fastest was the only part of the game that I was truly good at, but I
suppose that was due to the massive amounts of free time I had at my disposal. Since my college class
was over and it was winter break, I could literally play the game for every waking minute.
And so I did. My last stint in the World of Warcraft was an intense one. I reached the new level cap in
less than two days, and once I was there I repeatedly took pleasure in killing James's, Steve's, and
Mark's characters as they tried to level up, as a petty form of revenge for them leaving me out of their
group meetings years ago, and because I was jealous that Steve and Mark were more skilled at the game
than I was. Being a higher level for those few days gave me the advantage I needed to even the score.
But I digress.
After two weeks of playing World of Warcraft nonstop, I once again came to the abrupt decision to
quit. The new expansion was a major disappointment. Blizzard Entertainment, the creators of the game,
made changes that I believe ruined everything that was fun about it. I won't get into the details, as most
of the people reading this won't understand complicated video game terms anyway.
But that was only a small part of the reason why I quit. The main reason was the disturbing new
player-base. The game got bigger with every new expansion that was released, and as it got bigger, it
brought in a vast amount of new players. I noticed that more and more "normal" people who had active
and pleasurable social lives were starting to play the game, as the new changes catered to such a crowd.
WoW no longer became a sanctuary where I could hide from the evils of the world, because the evils of
the world had now followed me there. I saw people bragging online about their sexual experiences with
girls... and they used the term "virgin" as an insult to people who were more immersed in the game than
them. The insult stung, because it was true. Us virgins did tend to get more immersed in such things,
because our real lives were lacking. I couldn't stand to play WoW knowing that my enemies, the people I
hate and envy so much for having sexual lives, were now playing the same game as me. There was no
point anymore. I realized what a terrible mistake I made to turn my back on the world again. The world
is brutal, and I need to fight for my place in it. My life was at a crucial turning point, and I couldn't waste
any more precious time.
At the Lemelson's Christmas party, I told James that I was quitting WoW again, and he told me he
suspected I would very soon. It was just a matter of time. Even through playing with me over the
internet, he could detect my anger and rage towards the world seeping through the computer screen. I
questioned him about why he himself could go on living without feeling any sort of anger or resentment
about his circumstances, which were similar to mine. He was, after all, a nineteen year old virgin just like
I was. He just casually told me that didn't pay attention to it, and focused on his strengths. What
strengths do I have to focus on? I wondered. The world views me as a weakling. Perhaps I needed to
prove the world wrong.
On Christmas Day, father held a huge Christmas party at his house. I was invited, since I was back on
speaking terms with them. I got a few new shirts for Christmas, so I decided to wear one for the
occasion. I hadn't seen any of father's friends for a while, and it was nice to reunite with them. The
Bubenheim's weren't there; father had recently got into a fight with Alex, abruptly ending their
friendship. I suppose it was for the best. If Leo was at that party, I would have probably gotten into a
nasty fight with him. My hatred of Leo was so volatile that I wanted to confront him. I wanted to hurt
him. I couldn't let him get away with the insults he dealt towards me in the past.
A few family friends complimented my appearance, and that made me feel a bit better about myself.
It is so peculiar how a simple smile or a compliment can completely change how I feel about the world
for a few moments.
During the remaining days of 2010, I joined my mother and sister at Jack's beach house in Malibu to
spend a few nights. They arrived there a few hours before me, and by the time I reached the house they
had already invited a few guests for an afternoon get-together. To my outrage, I saw that mother had
invited Maddy and her boyfriend. I was looking forward to having another respite at the beautiful
Malibu mansion where I can indulge myself in opulence and forget about my depressing loneliness.
Having a young couple lurking around only reminded me of my insignificance. I was extremely upset
with my mother for inviting them. She should have been more considerate.
If only I had a girlfriend of my own to take to that place. That beach house is the perfect place to take
a girlfriend to. It had a swimming pool and a Jacuzzi, it was located on a private beach where we could
walk arm in arm, and it even had a private movie theatre. Such an opportunity wasted, all because no
girl would give me a chance. Instead, I was all alone, and I had to see another couple watch movies
together in that very theatre.
Thankfully, that couple only stayed for a few hours. Mother invited a few more guests, and we
ordered our dinner to be delivered from a local restaurant. By the time dinner arrived, I had already
consumed three glasses of wine, and I had a fourth glass with the meal. Everything's better with some
wine in the belly, as a famous character from Game of Thrones would say. I was left out of most of the
conversations, like I always was, so I just sat there quietly, sipping my wine as I had to bear listening to
Maddy talk about how awesome her life was.
I excused myself as soon as I finished eating, and boy did I stuff myself on that meal. I then walked
outside onto the beach. The wine had long since gone to my head, making me feel a sense of dizzy
invigoration. I started walking along the shore, taking in the magnificence of the gentle, moonlit ocean.
It was so... romantic. I kept walking and walking with no destination in mind. The romance of it all filled
me with despair and longing. I wanted a girlfriend to experience that moment with me, but no girl
wanted to be my girlfriend. The only thing I could do was imagine how heavenly it would be to have a
beautiful girl by my side. It is such a shameful tragedy.
I ended up walking for two hours, and at the end of it I was crying to myself because I felt so sad.
When I returned to the house, Maddy and her boyfriend had left, and so did most of the guests. The
only guests who remained were my mother's friends Alan and Rebecca, and their sons, as they were
spending the nights there with us.
I spent the rest of my time there relaxing and watching movies in the theatre. We watched the entire
Jurassic Park trilogy, which brought back fond memories of my childhood. I went on a few more walks
on the beach during the daytime. That beach was always quiet and peaceful, since the only people who
visited it were those who lived in homes on the beach. I took full advantage of this. I've always found
beaches to be truly beautiful, but I could never go to public beaches because they are full of young
couples walking around in their revealing bathing suits, the sight of which fills me with envious rage. On
the private beach, I could enjoy the serenity of the environment without having to worry about young
couples making me jealous. There were no young couples, only a few families and old couples here and
there. I did, however, pass by one young girl, and she was like a goddess who came down from heaven.
She was walking alone, in her bathing suit, with her luscious blonde hair blowing in the wind. I couldn't
help but slyly admire her beauty as we passed by each other. / was scared. I was scared that she might
view me as nothing but an inferior insect who's presence ruins her atmosphere. Her beauty was
intoxicating! And then, just as we passed each other, she actually looked at me. She looked at me and
smiled. Most girls never even deigned to look at me, and this one actually looked at me and smiled. I had
never felt so euphoric in my life. One smile. One smile was all it took to brighten my entire day. The
power that beautiful women have is unbelievable. They can temporarily turn a desperate boy's whole
world around just by smiling.
That smile put me in a good, healthy mood for the rest of that walk, but it soon faded away as I
realized that I could never actually have a girl as beautiful as that. She probably only smiled out of
politeness. She would never go for me. And what is the point to life if I can't have a girl of such beauty?
Some men get to have beautiful girlfriends like that, and some don't. I am among those who are denied
such a pleasure, and that is why I hate life.
After spending three days at the Malibu beach house, I was sad to leave it. I had a feeling I would
never see the place again, and it was true. That was the last time I ever went there. Mother ended her
relationship with Jack sometime within the following months, though she would never tell me directly
I spent New Year's Eve alone and miserable, just like the previous year. And the year before that, for
that matter. It was the last day my WoW account was active, and I logged onto WoW just for that
occasion. I angrily had arguments with random people online who I saw bragging about their girlfriends.
I spewed out all of my hatred towards them, but they were only amused. It was a very aggravating
experience, and it made me glad that I cancelled my WoW account. There was nowhere I could hide
anymore. Time was ticking, and a New Year was just beginning. I concluded that I had to put more effort
into making better use of my time.
I made a vow on New Year's Day that I wouldn't masturbate until I did something to successfully get
one step further in life. Having a high sex drive, I usually masturbated at least every other day. I always
fantasized about sex... and the fact that I was unable to have sex made me even more obsessed with it.
To stop masturbating for more than three days was a big deal. I lasted seven days. On the seventh day
my sexual urges became too overwhelming. My whole body was enveloped in it. I thought about girls
every single second, and not having a girl to have sex with was unbearable. I could not even function
anymore, so I had to break my commitment. The masturbation session I had after that seven-day dry
spell was astounding. I did my usual fantasizing about having sex with a beautiful, tall blonde-haired girl;
but this time I intensified it a lot, and made up a whole story in my mind just to make the experience
seem more real. If only it could be real. Some men get to live that fantasy, whereas I could only dream
of it. Life is not fair.
I finished the fourth book of the Song of Ice and Fire series. The television adaptation, Game of
Thrones was coming out in just a few months, and I was really looking forward to that. I was also looking
forward to the fifth book of the series, which had a release date of July 12 th . After finishing all four
books, I had become a huge fan of the series. It depicted a much more exciting world than the one I
lived in, with a large array of complex characters, a few of whom I could really relate to.
As I was reading up about the release date for the fifth book, I found an online countdown that
showed each day, hour, minute, and second that remained until July 12 th . Since July 12 th was so close to
my 20 th birthday, I used this countdown as the official countdown of my last days as a teenager. I made
it my internet homepage, and hoped that it would motivate me to do everything I can to change my life
during this crucial period.
Since I was back in father's good graces, my mother agreed to meet with him and me to talk about
my life situation. We had dinner at a Japanese restaurant, where we had a long talk about what I was
doing in my life, and what my college plans were. My mother and father both agreed that in order to
change my life, I needed to remove myself from my current environment and start anew. Living at my
mother's apartment was becoming unhealthy, and they thought that things would improve if I had my
own place. It was at this moment that we began to form the Santa Barbara plan, in which I would go to
college in Santa Barbara and live amongst the students there.
The Santa Barbara plan was formed on that night, but its roots stretch all the way back to when I just
turned eighteen. It was all because I watched that movie Alpha Dog. The movie had a profound effect on
me, because it depicted lots of good looking young people enjoying pleasurable sex lives. I thought
about it for many months afterward, and I constantly read about the story online. I found out that it
took place in Santa Barbara, which prompted me to read about college life in Santa Barbara. I found out
about Isla Vista, the small town adjacent to UCSB where all of the college students live and have parties.
When I found out about all this, I had the desperate hope that if I moved to that town I would be able to
live that life too. That was the life I wanted. A life of pleasure and sex. I talked to my mother about the
prospect of going to college in Santa Barbara a few times during my eighteenth year. She thought it was
a good idea; it would certainly free her of the burden of living with me, but we never seriously
considered it. Until that day.
My mother proposed the plan to father, and father became very enthusiastic about it. We laid down
the groundwork right then and there. Father was still suffering from his financial crisis, but he agreed to
pay for my tuition and contribute five hundred dollars a month towards my living expenses, while my
mother would pay for my apartment rent and continue to provide me with the car. I was to do one more
semester at Moorpark for the time being, and then transfer to Santa Barbara City College in the
This was a very astonishing turn of events. I didn't expect this, and I had no idea how to react. I was
completely dumbfounded. I thought it was just going to be a casual dinner meeting where we would
simply talk about my life, and we ended up making plans to drastically change my life.
At that period of my life, I was on the verge of giving up all hope that I would ever live the life I want,
but this changed everything. I now had the opportunity to start fresh, in a beautiful new town, at a new
college, with my own living place. Of course, I would have to share an apartment with other college
students, but that was part of the experience. It would give me more social credibility than living with
my mother, that's for sure. Deep down, I always wanted an opportunity like this; and now I had one, just
at the time when I was about to give up on everything completely. It was very overwhelming, and I
needed a few days to meditate and take it all in.
It was such an unbelievable turn of events that I dismissed it from my mind in the following two
months. It was still five months before I would start college in Santa Barbara, so I decided not to worry
about it for the time being. At the present, I had to worry about my new semester at Moorpark that was
I was registered to take three classes for the Spring semester at Moorpark. The first was an early
morning history class, followed by sociology and then psychology. They were all just as disastrous as I
expected them to be. I had to drop the sociology class right on the first day, because there was this
extremely hot blonde girl who took the class with her brute of a boyfriend. I couldn't stand looking at
them sitting together. I left the class mid-session because I couldn't take it anymore.
Dropping my sociology class left me with a huge gap of time in between my history and psychology
classes. During this time I usually went to a quiet, secluded spot that had a few tables overlooking the
view of the mountains. I spent a lot of time here, writing in my diary and contemplating my place in the
My two remaining classes were not much better. In my history class, I had a crush on a really pretty
girl, only to find out that she had a boyfriend, and in my psychology class there was this group of popular
kids who acted obnoxious the whole time. One of them was a very pretty blonde girl, and she actually
enjoyed associating with the obnoxious boys in her clique. The injustice! I hated them all. Everyone
treated me like I was invisible. No one reached out to me, no one knew I existed. I was a ghost. It was
agony, but I couldn't drop all of my classes... I already felt guilty about dropping one of them, and I was
afraid that my parents would somehow find out. I skipped class a lot, only going in for important
lectures and tests, and spent a lot of time at my usual secluded area at the college.
As I spent a lot of time contemplating, I realized that my life was repeating itself in a vicious circle of
torment and injustice. Each new semester of college yielded the same lonely celibate life, devoid of girls
or any social interaction. It was as if there was a curse of misfortune placed upon me. I wondered what
the point was in attempting to start a new life in Santa Barbara. Hadn't I done the same at Moorpark? I
thought, with a shiver of dread running up my spine, about how horrible it would be if the same thing
ends up happening after I make the big move to Santa Barbara. I didn't even want to imagine how much
of an epic defeat that would be. I wisely shut away all thoughts about it, and focused with intense
determination on how I can change my life right at the current moment.
My father gave me a book called The Secret after I had dinner at his house in February. He said it will
help me develop a positive attitude. The book explained the fundamentals of a concept known as the
Law of Attraction. I had never heard or read anything quite like this before, and I was intrigued. The
theory stated that one's thoughts were connected to a universal force that can shape the future of
reality. Being one who always loved fantasy and magic, and who always wished that such things were
real, I was swept up in a temporary wave of enthusiasm over this book. The prospect that I could change
my future just by visualizing in my mind the life I wanted filled me with a surge of hope that my life
could turn out happy. The idea was ridiculous, of course, but the world is such a ridiculous place already
that I figured I might as well give it a try. In addition, I was so desperate for something to live for that I
wanted to believe in the Law of Attraction, even if it was proven to me that it wasn't real.
Once I finished reading it, I drove all the way to Point Dume in Malibu and climbed out to the cliffs at
the very edge. It was a windy day, and I could see the ocean roiling below me. As night fell, I looked out
to the stars and proclaimed to the universe everything I wanted in life. I proclaimed how I wanted to be
a millionaire, so I could live a luxurious life and finally be able to attract the beautiful girls I covet so
much. I wished to make up for the years of youth that I wasted in bleak loneliness, and by doing so I
would get revenge on everyone who thought they were better than me, just by becoming better than
them through the accumulation of wealth. I believed that the only way for me to attain this wealth at
the time was to win the Lottery, and that is what I visualized doing.
I then descended the clifftop on Point Dume and walked along the Malibu ocean, just like I did a
couple of months previously at the beach house. I saw a couple walking along the shore ahead of me;
the man looked to be in his late 20's or early 30's, and the girl he was walking with looked like a
supermodel. I assumed he was very rich and owned a nice house in Malibu. The two of them were
walking hand in hand, and I saw him subtly place his hand on her ass every now and then. He was living
the life. He was in heaven. I was envious, but since the man was older than me, it also gave me a twinge
of hope, especially after my proclamation to the universe at the clifftop. If I become a multi-millionaire, I
would be able to walk on the beach with a beautiful girlfriend too, and my life would be complete. That
was what I wanted. That was what I wished for in my future. As I've always believed, / am destined for
great things. Becoming a multi-millionaire at a young age is what I am meant for.
My faith was soon broken, as I bought a few Megamillions Lottery tickets and visualized myself being
the winner. I usually visualized it by meditating on the rooftop of my mother's apartment right at the
time of the drawing. A part of me knew it was impossible to will the universe to make me the winner
just by wishing for it on a rooftop, but I was so desperate that I wanted to believe I could. I wanted to
believe I had the POWER to do it. After failing to win when the jackpot reset because someone else won,
I lost all faith in that book, and I almost ripped it apart in frustration.
I desperately pondered if there was some other way I could make millions of dollars at my age, but I
came up with nothing. I realized that my miserable, lonely virgin life was going to continue, and my only
hope was to give Santa Barbara a try.
I was still attending Karate class with James and Rob Lemelson every week. Most of the time, Rob
couldn't make it because he was busy with something, so it was mostly just James and I going together.
It was a pleasant Friday night tradition that had lasted for the last several months, and I enjoyed the
chance it gave to hang out with James and have some form of social interaction. But lately, things were
starting to get tense.
I was constantly annoyed at how I wasn't getting better at my karate moves in the class, and that one
little kid still treated me with disrespect because I was still a white belt, and he was a brown belt. I was
also frustrated at how James was so much physically stronger than I was, and how he was so much more
skilled at karate than me. During sparring sessions, the deep anger inside me that had accumulated over
a life of pain and injustice would sometimes come out, and I used my anger to give me an advantage
when I sparred with James and the other students. The karate teachers didn't like this, and I was
criticized. I found the anger to be quite euphoric when I used it to fight, and I enjoyed it in a bittersweet
After our karate session, when me and James went to a restaurant in the Palisades to have dinner, I
sometimes got very angry when I saw a group of teenagers, or a teenage couple. I constantly talked to
James with vehement rage about my envy and anger at such people. I told him about how I wished I
could make them all suffer. We had a lot of conversations about what we would do if we had all the
power in the world, and I told him about all of the torturous acts of revenge I would carry out against all
those who have insulted me or lived a better life than me. I thought that James would relate to me,
since he was also a virgin who had no girls in his life, but some of the things I said began to disturb him.
One night, he told me, with a lot of distress, that enough was enough. He didn't want to hear it
anymore. That was also the night that I decided to quit the karate class.
I didn't speak to James until the two of us attended Rob Lemelson's birthday party in late Spring. It
was celebrated at a very upper class restaurant in Los Angeles, and the Lemelson family rented a private
room with seven tables for the occasion. The food was absolutely delicious, and the wine was exquisite.
Each bottle was from 1985, and probably worth over a thousand dollars each.
I was seated next to James at the "young person's table", and at that table I ran into none other than
Julian Ritz-Barr! I hadn't seen him since we were hanging out together with Charlie, John Jo, and Elijah...
That was seven years ago. The oaf didn't even remember who I was. I found out that his father was good
friends with Rob. When I mentioned him earlier in the story, I talked about how much I would envy him,
and this was the night when that happened. There were a few girls at our table, daughters of Rob's
friends. One of them was pretty, I believe she was the daughter of Pietro Scalia, a renowned film editor;
she had very sexy eyes, and she was tall... I always had a thing for tall girls, and this one was almost taller
than me. I had to suffer watching Julian sweet-talk all of the girls. He acted so confidently, and the way
the pretty girl looked at him with those sexy eyes of hers... that was a look that no girl ever gave to me. I
could tell that she was attracted to him.
I became more enraged with each second I had to suffer through this. The girls treated me like I was
invisible, but they all paid attention to Julian. What made it even worse was that Julian was a year
younger than me, and he acted like an obnoxious prick, but the girls liked it! The more enraged I
became, the more wine I drank. James was probably worried about how angry I was getting, and he
tried to strike up random conversations with me to distract me from Julian. It was very hard to help
myself from getting up and dumping my wine all over Julian's stupid head. Perhaps I would have... if the
birthday cake wasn't presented so early. Everyone stood up to sing happy birthday to Rob, and then the
meal was over. Some of the guests left, and James and I switched to a different table. By the time the
party was over, I had consumed eight glasses of that 1985 wine. I was underage, but no one seemed to
notice me drinking. I was literally stumbling out of the restaurant.
I saw James again a couple of weeks later, and that would be the last time I see him for quite a while.
It was at another dinner party of Rob's that he held at his house in the Palisades, though for no special
occasion. This time, another person who was a target of my extreme jealousy was there; his name was
Roy, an Indonesian boy who was the son of Rob's housemaid. He was four years younger than me and
James, and he took pleasure in bragging to us about his success with girls. He kept showing us pictures
of his supposed texting conversations with girls. James didn't seem to mind it, to my outraged surprise.
I, on the other hand, could barely tolerate the insolent little worm.
At the party, James and I frequently went outside to have conversations about our fantasies. I wisely
refrained from getting too extreme in what I said, but we came up with some interesting scenarios. For
instance, we talked about what we would do if we discovered that we had certain magical powers, and
it would escalate to us coming up with our own stories of the glory we would attain in such a situation. I
talked about how I would use my powers to rule the world and set everything right, and James had
similar ideas as well. We seemed to be getting along quite well, but after that night James would refuse
to contact me for a couple of months.
The first episode of my favorite television series of all time, Game of Thrones, was released in April. I
watched it with profound excitement. Being a fan of the books, this was a very anticipated event for me.
Seeing all of the characters that I knew so well on the television screen was spectacular. The show
exceeded all of my expectations. Each week I looked forward to the next episode, and each episode
gave me a small hint of joy in my otherwise bleak life.
Towards the end of my Spring semester at Moorpark, I was so frustrated with my lonely status at the
college that I refused to even drive up there in the last few weeks. I left my home in the mornings,
pretending to my mother that I was going to college, but instead I went to Barnes & Noble and sat there
until my mother left for work, and then I would go back home. I made sure to stay at Barnes & Noble for
at least two hours, just in case my mother left later than usual. I have always ever been meticulously
careful at everything I've done.
On the last day, I went to my classes, quickly took my final exams, and left. When my classes lined up
for the final exams, everyone had a group to socialize with while I stood on the side, alone. Everyone
must have thought I was a complete loser. Thank goodness it was the last day. The people in those
classes angered me to no end. That was the last time I would ever see that college. On the drive home, I
cried to myself as I listened to music on the radio, as I always did. I failed to get the life I wanted at
I had nothing going for me in my life, except for the prospect of starting a new life in Santa Barbara.
That was my only hope, and it seemed very bleak. From the way things went at Moorpark, I feared the
worst for how things might turn out in Santa Barbara, but I had to give it a try. I was desperate to have
the life I know I deserve; a life of being wanted by attractive girls, a life of sex and love. Other men are
able to have such a life... so why not me? I deserve it! I am magnificent, no matter how much the world
treated me otherwise. I am destined for great things.
At the end of Spring I had to commence with my summoning to jury service. I received the summons
in the mail a few months prior, but I postponed it until May because I was too anguished to deal with
such trivial matters at the time. The Courthouse was all the way in Santa Monica. As I sat in the waiting
room before my interview with the judge, I saw a very pretty girl who looked about the same age as I
was. She had a face that melted my heart. What I would give to hold her in my arms and kiss that pretty
face of hers... I wanted to talk to her, but I just couldn't. I felt too insecure. I was afraid she would think
of me as a creep, as all other girls did. To my fury, another guy came in and struck up a conversation
with her. They started talking comfortably, and he even made her laugh! I had to watch it all, and it
broke my heart.
I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could. I hoped that I could make an excuse to avoid having to
do jury service. When I was called in for the interview, I requested to be excused due to the fact that I
was moving to Santa Barbara soon. To my relief, the judge told me I can go and wished me good luck. As
I drove out of the Courthouse parking lot, I saw the same pretty girl. She must have been excused as
well. Again, I wished I could have said something to her. She would have made the perfect girlfriend for
me, but she was probably already attracted to that other guy who sweet-talked her in the waiting room.
Damn him! I felt so sad on the drive home. When I passed by the Palisades, I stopped by at a park that I
used to play at with James when the two of us were little. I walked around for a bit and took a ride on
the swing, reminiscing about happier times.
At the very end of May, my mother gave me an unpleasant surprise by telling me that I had to move
to Santa Barbara on June 4 th , which was just in a few days. I wasn't prepared to move so soon. I thought
I would go there towards the end of June, right before I start my summer class. I wanted more time to
emotionally and mentally prepare for such a huge undertaking. And it was a huge undertaking. For the
first time in my life, I was moving out of my parent's house; and on top of that, I had to move into an
apartment with other college students. I had no idea what to expect, and of course I was very nervous.
My mother and I found two apartment complexes in Isla Vista that I could potentially move into. I
went with my mother and father on a day trip to Santa Barbara to take a look at them. We first had
lunch at a restaurant on Cliff Drive, and while there I admired how beautiful Santa Barbara truly was. I
found it to be like a mixture of Malibu and Santa Monica, depending on what part of it I was in.
I was astounded when we toured through Isla Vista. It was a whole town of college students living
together, right next to UCSB, and right next to the beach. I had never seen anything like it in my life.
When I read about it online I thought it was too good to be true, but there it was. It was exactly as I
expected it to be. There were hot blonde girls walking around everywhere.
I always theorized that one of the main hindrances to me living the life I desire was my situation of
living in my mother's apartment. I thought to myself, as we explored more of this college town, that if I
lived there, then there was no way I would have trouble getting a social life and losing my virginity. It
was the perfect environment to do so. If I can't get laid there, then there is no hope for me at all.
The first apartment building we looked at was pleasant, but they only had shared rooms, and I
wanted my own room. The second apartment building was called Capri Apartments, and they had a
setup of many two-bedroom apartments shared between three college students, in which one occupies
the single room and the other two occupy the shared room. The single rooms cost more, of course, but
it wasn't much. My parents and I sat down at a cafe to talk about it. We agreed that Capri Apartments
was the best choice. My mother went back to their office to arrange a lease deal. Capri was a very
popular apartment complex, so it was hard to get a spot there so late in the year. They didn't have any
Autumn semester apartment units ready until July, so it was arranged that I would stay in a temporary
apartment unit for the first month, and then move to a permanent one in July once it was ready. The
lease was signed and the deal was set. I was going to move to Santa Barbara on June 4 th .
My mother was very adamant that I move on that particular date. She said it was because she wanted
me to go there and settle in before college started, but I knew the real reason. She always wanted me
out of her house because she hated having to deal with me. The Santa Barbara plan would free her of
me, and she wanted that so badly that she was willing to pay $900 a month for my apartment room
rent. Basically, she was paying money to get rid of me. I realized that once I moved out, there was no
going back. It will set a precedent, and the threshold will be crossed. My mother will never welcome me
back to live with her permanently ever again.
In the remaining days I had at my mother's apartment, I spent a lot of time meditating about how I
would deal with this huge change. I had to prepare myself as much as possible, so I did a lot of
introspecting and evaluated myself in great detail. This move to Santa Barbara was the only chance I had
of attaining the life I desire. I had to do my best to make this work, proclaiming to myself that this time, I
will not fail. I exercised in the gym for many hours to boost my confidence as much as possible, and I
went to the mall to shop for clothes. Last Christmas I got a few gift cards for Macy's, and I spent them all
on a few shirts that I thought I would look good in, as well as new shoes. After doing everything I could
do to physically boost my confidence and appearance, I was ready.
And so ends another era of my extraordinary and tragic life. I call it the era of Hope and
Hopelessness, where I drifted and languished in lonely despair while I lived at my mother's apartment
and attended two colleges. At various intervals, something happened to give me a new hope for my life,
only to have it shattered later on. My life had been moving in that same pattern for a long time now,
and I was sick and tired of it. All while I was suffering this lonely existence, other boys my age lived their
happy lives of pleasure and sex. I can never forgive such an injustice, and it was my bid to
overcompensate for it in the future. I had to make up for all the years I lost in loneliness and isolation,
through no fault of my own! It was society's fault for rejecting me. It was women's fault for refusing to
have sex with me.
The move to Santa Barbara is the endgame, the ultimate climax of everything. I saw it as a new
chance that was given to me to finally have the things I want in life: love, sex, friends, fun, acceptance, a
sense of belonging. But I could never forgive the world for denying me such things in the past. I was
already turning twenty soon. I had already lost many years of my life. I deserve better than that. I am an
intelligent gentleman, and I deserve the love of girls more than the other obnoxious boys of my age, and
yet they get girls and I don't. That is a crime that can never be forgotten, nor can it be forgiven. I always
wanted to exact my revenge on humanity for forcing me to live such a life, but I've also always had the
hope that if I can do things in life to make up for all my suffering, then that in itself would be a form of
In truth, the move Santa Barbara was actually a chance that I was giving to the world, not the other
way around! I was giving the world one last chance to give me the life that I know I'm entitled to, the life
that other boys are able to live with ease. If I still have to suffer the same rejection and injustice even
after I move to Santa Barbara, then that will be the last straw. I will have my vengeance.