Thats what I figured when the videos stopped. Are there any details? A news link to the story?

His demons is all I can say…..

Being the idiot that I was in my 20's & 30's, during 'my errant youth'. I made the big mistake of being a real asshole and openly sleeping around with as many wives, girlfriends, sisters, mother's, & daughters as I could in the county of Nevada, Ca. I also went after a female judge, who got murdered by her jealous husband. And female pigs and I raised a lot of hell in the small 'sundowner towns' of grass valley & nevada city. Where I have escaped from 5 of 6 s.w.a.t. teams, over the years. My desire to become a Hells Angel in '87 and my resultant antics & engineer boots scared too many locals. I went to the pen and became much worse. After living thru prison, I started scaring local pigs. I painted myself into a corner. I started a Bootleg crew of Hells Angels in the pen in '90. Putting on Bootleg Club Tattoos. One month before paroling in '96, I wrote Ralph Barger & Oakland, and sent them photos of a mate and I with our Bootleg Deathsheads. And paroled to sacto. When the Sacto Prez and V.P. came looking for me. I called Ralph in Oakland and set up a 'high noon' meeting to get the tattoos 'covered over'. That happened on 12-3-96. Oakland voted not to kill me since I was the one and only man that they didn't have to hunt down. Five years later, Frisco covered over Oaklands cover over, stating that Oakland didn't cover them over good enough. Knowing the history of club rivalry betwixt O & F, I called Ralph, and Greek lost his Colors due to his big mouth. Subsequent murder attempts and the club working in concert with Nevada county d.a. to 'set me up' on false rape charges, in their efforts to get me murdered in their pigs cages, failed, as I escaped from yet another, s.w.a.t. team. Both groups were trying and failing to murder me. I went to Old Mexico for a bit. And kept on Flying Bootleg Club Colors. A contract was put on a couple of us Bootleggers. But we kept right on Flying. In 2018, Butte co. pigs captured me after my knees went out hopping over a fence after being surrounded at my mom's house in Oroville. I had a pair of 38's in my back pockets. The six pigs tried to murder me. But failed. They broke a rib after they cuffed me and kept calling me a child molester. Which I never was. In fact, I am now hunting down a neices cousin who pimped her out at 13, while I was in the pen. I will castrate him. Chomos do not castrate chomos. And neither do most convicts, ect. I am a fugitive. I refuse to do parole or wear an ankle monitor. And 31 years later, I am still flying Bootleg Colors. Any regrets? Yeah...a dozen of 'em! My story might disuade future idiots? But I doubt it. But it might garnish your podcast a lot of views? For whatever that is worth? Gracias

Yo I want to hear more stories Juan! Hell you should reach out to 23 and 1 channel or any big prison channels, shit you could start your own podcast and make some serious loot! Any story about 81 draws listeners in!

Live, not love.

The devil won... RIP