My grandfather moved to the US from Sicily in the 1940's. He eventually fought in the Korean War as a paratrooper and killed many ricecels behind enemy lines (I apologize to the ricecels reading this). When he returned to the US after the war, he lowinhibmaxxed. He "went native" and started eating raw fish and hanging around Chinese restaurants. Somehow, he got rich and became the manager/producer for several Los Angeles based bands, including a popular funk band.
My father had a great childhood and young adulthood because of this. My grandfather would take my dad out to have great fun around Hollywood. They would drive around in expensive cars tripping acid, snorting coke, fucking whores and living it up. They got mingle with the Hollywood elite. My dad would tell me stories about rich Persians just giving high quality drugs away at parties. Despite the fact that my father looks like a non deformed version of me and was still a subhuman, this was the 70's and 80's and he had money. My father never experienced true low value male suffering in his youth. There are pictures of my grandfather and my father with expensive Steve Harvey style suits on standing next to expensive cars in front of my grandfather's Spanish style mansion in Hollywood.
But everything went to shit when my dad got a DUI. You see, partying and doing crazy shit was fine with my grandfather... as long as you didn't get caught. When my father got a DUI, he was disowned from the family because my grandfather saw having a criminal record as a smear of shame to his family. After my father was disowned, the fun was over for him. He had to move to a shitty poor state and live a shitty life. My grandfather died a year before I was born, with my dad disowned from the family, all the money went to his sister. This DUI is basically what caused my inceldom... I will explain.
Since my dad was poor and couldn't have fun in Hollywood anymore, he moved to the state I live in now which is known as one of the most boring and depressing states in America. Because my father was poor and subhuman, he married my mother who is also a subhuman and created me by a mistake. To make things worse, my mother was on medications that were supposed to make pregnancy impossible. Unfortunately, she did not abort me even though my father begged her. After my father left my mother, he was able to live off of beckybux because he was dating a millionaire. My father is respected in my local area because he is a talented guitar player and a friend of all of the hippy boomers, this is why he was able to date a millionaire after leaving my mom. My father was dumb and left her just because she drank wine every night and smoked cigarettes. That's two times my father threw away a life of wealth and happiness for absurd reasons. I wish he was still dating her because I would beg her for surgery money. Now he's still living off of beckybux but his current girlfriend is a laborer from the peasant class.
If my father never got disowned, he would have never left California. He would have had the wealth and status to reproduce with a genetically superior female and I would have been born with better genes. Even if I had incel traits, my family would be rich and I would be able to afford facial surgery. I would have been born in California so that means I would have never had my face disfigured by chad in middle school. I would have grown up as a better looking human rather than a disfigured subhuman truecel. I would have been sent to a university and gotten a degree. I would have a good job and live in sunny California and get to see palm trees every day. But because of my father's DUI, my life is worthless trash. It's even more brutal because my last name is incredibly rare and only other Sicilians have heard of it. Last time I checked, there are about a dozen other people in the world with my last name, they all live in Sicily, California, and New York. Most of the men I found on the internet with my last name literally look like they are related to my father and I. Sicilians are a subhuman race and many of us look the same. It looks like I will fail to pass on my genes and carry on my last name because my father got a DUI and chad ruined my face.
I can't even reach out to my unknown aunt (my father's sister) because she has been married but my father doesn't know the name she took so I cannot track her down and beg for surgery money. There is a plastic surgeon in Los Angeles with my last name, but if I told him I was related to him he probably wouldn't believe me or help me out. My inceldom was decided before the sperm hit the egg. The moral of the story is that if you have rich parents, don't drink and drive because it will ruin your son's life.
TL;DR:
I am literally an impoverished noble. I come from a family that associated with the Hollywood elite. My dad got a DUI and he was disowned from the family. He got none of my grandfather's inheritance money and has been poor ever since. He reproduced with my mother who has horrible facial bone structure and height. If I was born into rich family in California, I would have never gotten my face disfigured by chad and if I needed facial surgery I would be able to afford it. To make matters worse, he left a millionaire girlfriend he was with after leaving my mom, so I cannot beg her for surgery money. I cannot contact the wealthy members of my family since because I am my father's son, I am not really part of the family because he was disowned.
Because of one DUI my father got before I was born... [It's Over].
My father had a great childhood and young adulthood because of this. My grandfather would take my dad out to have great fun around Hollywood. They would drive around in expensive cars tripping acid, snorting coke, fucking whores and living it up. They got mingle with the Hollywood elite. My dad would tell me stories about rich Persians just giving high quality drugs away at parties. Despite the fact that my father looks like a non deformed version of me and was still a subhuman, this was the 70's and 80's and he had money. My father never experienced true low value male suffering in his youth. There are pictures of my grandfather and my father with expensive Steve Harvey style suits on standing next to expensive cars in front of my grandfather's Spanish style mansion in Hollywood.
But everything went to shit when my dad got a DUI. You see, partying and doing crazy shit was fine with my grandfather... as long as you didn't get caught. When my father got a DUI, he was disowned from the family because my grandfather saw having a criminal record as a smear of shame to his family. After my father was disowned, the fun was over for him. He had to move to a shitty poor state and live a shitty life. My grandfather died a year before I was born, with my dad disowned from the family, all the money went to his sister. This DUI is basically what caused my inceldom... I will explain.
Since my dad was poor and couldn't have fun in Hollywood anymore, he moved to the state I live in now which is known as one of the most boring and depressing states in America. Because my father was poor and subhuman, he married my mother who is also a subhuman and created me by a mistake. To make things worse, my mother was on medications that were supposed to make pregnancy impossible. Unfortunately, she did not abort me even though my father begged her. After my father left my mother, he was able to live off of beckybux because he was dating a millionaire. My father is respected in my local area because he is a talented guitar player and a friend of all of the hippy boomers, this is why he was able to date a millionaire after leaving my mom. My father was dumb and left her just because she drank wine every night and smoked cigarettes. That's two times my father threw away a life of wealth and happiness for absurd reasons. I wish he was still dating her because I would beg her for surgery money. Now he's still living off of beckybux but his current girlfriend is a laborer from the peasant class.
If my father never got disowned, he would have never left California. He would have had the wealth and status to reproduce with a genetically superior female and I would have been born with better genes. Even if I had incel traits, my family would be rich and I would be able to afford facial surgery. I would have been born in California so that means I would have never had my face disfigured by chad in middle school. I would have grown up as a better looking human rather than a disfigured subhuman truecel. I would have been sent to a university and gotten a degree. I would have a good job and live in sunny California and get to see palm trees every day. But because of my father's DUI, my life is worthless trash. It's even more brutal because my last name is incredibly rare and only other Sicilians have heard of it. Last time I checked, there are about a dozen other people in the world with my last name, they all live in Sicily, California, and New York. Most of the men I found on the internet with my last name literally look like they are related to my father and I. Sicilians are a subhuman race and many of us look the same. It looks like I will fail to pass on my genes and carry on my last name because my father got a DUI and chad ruined my face.
I can't even reach out to my unknown aunt (my father's sister) because she has been married but my father doesn't know the name she took so I cannot track her down and beg for surgery money. There is a plastic surgeon in Los Angeles with my last name, but if I told him I was related to him he probably wouldn't believe me or help me out. My inceldom was decided before the sperm hit the egg. The moral of the story is that if you have rich parents, don't drink and drive because it will ruin your son's life.
TL;DR:
I am literally an impoverished noble. I come from a family that associated with the Hollywood elite. My dad got a DUI and he was disowned from the family. He got none of my grandfather's inheritance money and has been poor ever since. He reproduced with my mother who has horrible facial bone structure and height. If I was born into rich family in California, I would have never gotten my face disfigured by chad and if I needed facial surgery I would be able to afford it. To make matters worse, he left a millionaire girlfriend he was with after leaving my mom, so I cannot beg her for surgery money. I cannot contact the wealthy members of my family since because I am my father's son, I am not really part of the family because he was disowned.
Because of one DUI my father got before I was born... [It's Over].
