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Let’s just get this shit out of the way:

Like I have said for the past year and a half. My name is William.




William High, to be more precise.

I live at 110-20 71st Avenue, Forest Hills, NY 11375

I’m almost 49 years-old. I’m Italian-American/Irish-American. I’m 6’7”, 322 lbs with Dark Brown Hair and Green/Hazel Eyes. You just can’t miss me walking down the street.

Let me help any little faggot ambush plans you may have percolating: I almost always approach my home from Queens Boulevard on the Investors Bank side of the street. After 10PM, the street is pretty dark. Maybe you can pop out from behind a car or something like a sneak fag and catch me.

Any time one of you punk ass Antifa lurker Kikes wants to come see me, I’m always available to you. You’ll get the two-piece without the biscuit, faggots. At this advanced age, I’ve already fucked up a couple of bums in just last two years at the corner store and the Boston Market (the counter ladies love me in the Boston Market for protecting them). Let’s sweeten the pot: If you win, you might even get a free Rolex or an Oris.

Make your fuckin move, you keyboard cowards. I’m itching for a legal excuse to get my shit off on one of you and a late night approach from a stranger is the perfect setting for me to give you the fucking beating your father never did. Although, I’m overweight and a little past middle-aged now, and it’s been 21 years since I got out of Rikers for breaking a nigger’s face, do yourself a favor and don’t discount me, because I’m not quite so arthritic or useless yet. If you’re half my age and come at me, I’ll still try my damnedest to beat the dog shit out of you. You’ll see I’m still quite explosive for my age and size. In my hey day, had a D-1 level, quick first step. I’m sure I’m still a little faster than smaller guys and much faster than bigger guys, let alone most people my size. I’ll close that gap between us before your fucking monkey ass even knows it. Try me.

As far as faggoty “doxing” goes: Please tell my neighbors more of what they already know. My contempt for a few of them is no secret whatsoever. The Jews there already know what time it is. One kikenschnozzen already has a police report filed against me and the Jew lawyers already have cited me in a little love letter from last year. Job? Black Boss already knows I’m an outspoken bigot. Ditto co-workers. Your revelations will not shock anyone. Like I said here before: I’m there spitting half-hour long red pills out every fucking day like a giant, anthropomorphic Pez dispenser. Hell, LOL. It isn’t like I’m some hot shit manager or anything—I’m merely a contracted field employee. I just happen to have more money than all of my co-workers and most of my bosses. That’s why I don’t live in constant fear of job loss like a fucking rat peering tentatively out of his little hole waiting for a safe moment to scurry towards some crumbs. I’m not a predator, but I’m not a prey animal, either. Think of me as the Hippo: I don’t prey on anything, but no one in the safari fucks with me, either.

Clap back.

Lovingly,

Guillermo