Hollywood I Am

By Mario Quinonez

Based on a true story, tells a crime plot that took place in the entertainment industry, in Hollywood, November 18, 2016. A famous actor's father was gaslighted for five months. In November he was poisoned with Dart Frogs venom. Then, he survived three assassination attempts. He spent 17 days in a coma, but, non-stop praying, eating healthy foods, and exercising kept him alive. The hitman who was hired by close relatives poured poison in a cup of tee, but he got caught and currently, he's serving a life sentence in Tihar Prison , New Delhi, India.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mario Quinonez
• Release date: Jul 10, 2020

Mario Quinonez

Mario Quinones-Revolori is the father of autor Tony Revolori, best known for the role of Flash Thompson in Spiderman Homecoming and Spiderman Away From Home. Mario is an author, actor, screenplay writer, and singer-songwriter. He graduated from CSUF with a BA in Creative Writing and a minor in Music.

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Chosen I Am

Danny Knus, self-employed in the landscaping business, is a fat and big-bellied sixty-eight-years of age, he has three of his upper teeth missing after knocking at the door for eleven seconds he stopped. He kept staring at the withering flowers and the dead bushes around my house. I met him for the first time that morning. He tried to persuade me to hire him on the spot for the gardening and landscaping position. We talked for ten minutes about how much he was going to charge me to water and mow the lawn twice a week. After we sealed the deal, Knus changed the subject, and he began with the story of a nine-year-old boy; he didn’t ask me if I had time, and wanted to hear it. Curiously, he picked by chance or on purpose my last name for his main character. He started spitting saliva from his missing-teeth gap every time he opened his mouth to chewing and talking at the same time. Knus said, One day, the little boy came to talk to me. He started with a punch line, This lonely boy was little B. M. Revolori, a sad story, he whispered in my ear. I was twenty-three when I met him. I didn’t have any idea why he came to speak with me about his troubles. Perhaps he thought he could trust me. The truth is, he felt protected to be around me. Surely, he eased his pain by telling me his problems. His feet were blistered, bleeding, and dirty. Revolori started, "I walk every morning and every afternoon along Saint Nicholas Brook. I’m afraid, deadly afraid all the time. I feel that behind my back, the shadow of death engulfs my body. I see scary faces floating in the air, and they frighten me too. Thunderous voices come to whistle to my ears without stopping; they scare me to death. I call out loud for help, and I run as fast as I can to a nearby abandoned shack every single time, but no one hears me or comes to help me. Every time that I come back home, my dad is waiting for me. And, he greets me with a big loving and caring hug, but I don’t dare to tell him anything. I keep the events a secret; I have never told anyone about it. I know I have been chosen by two forces the light of goodness, and the shadows of darkness.

Now the decision to make the best choice is mine. Of course, it’ll take me a great deal of thinking and a long time to make my mind up.

I have been followed by good and evil all of my life. As far as I remember, I’m always on the run to escape the shadows of death. I’m living in a tough world. Five months ago, I tried to talk to my dad, but he just told me not to listen to those voices and nonsense imagination. He said that they were wind noises just playing tricks on me. Since then, I didn’t know where to go to ask for help. But, a week after I asked my dad, I decided to take a chance and went to tell my mom. I came in the small kitchen where she was cooking. I took the opportunity, and I began to tell her part of the story. Immediately after she stared at me, she interrupted me and stopped me. She raised her right hand to cross herself. She asked me to give her a hand with the dishes. I guess she was being a good mother. She told me to pray and to ask the Lord to find a solution to my problems, and she crossed herself a second time. Revolori, after a long pause, continued, "My life had been hell for the last thirty-nine months. I thought my mother gave me a good piece of advice. And my life took a turn and changed for the best. Now new thoughts overwhelmed my mind. I know I have met the Lord and also the devil. Now I’m sure I am going to go through many tough times in my life. These are the feelings that I’ll carry inside my heart, and all these warnings had been revealed to me through dreams, prophesies, revelations, and visions. I know, I’m sounding like a fanatic religious kid, but I’m not. I dreamed what I dreamed, and I saw what I saw I’m always truthful to myself, and to others.

Three months after I spoke with my mom, I met my partner for life. He told me to go deep in the forest every afternoon to talk to him. Till now, I always chose a special hiding place where I know no one can see or hear me when I ask my new invisible friend how to deal with my problems. The Lord gives me visions and interpretations. Of course, I carefully choose every single step I take because I’m sure that the forces of darkness are watching me, and they want to control my destiny. Evil spirits are always chasing me around and waiting for the right time to entrap me. They want to turn me into a demon to worship Satan, and to walk in darkness for the rest of my life. Lucifer invites me to join his team of evildoers. But I am chosen to follow the light.

Revolori took a long pause to catch his breath, then he proceeded, One day my mind told me that I was caught in between four tall walls that I couldn’t climb up to get out because they were very tall. I couldn’t move forward either; it was too dark inside and there was not enough room to take a step in any direction. A voice called out to me; it was so loud, and it frightened me. The sound came down from the very top. Slowly, I lifted my face, and I dared to look up. I saw no one. I fell on my knees, and I kissed the ground. I was sure that I had only one way out, or only one direction to go. I had to take control of my mind, and use wisely the little strength I had left. I had to do it all by myself; there was no other way that I could think or take. I thought the only chance to win was if I prayed and asked my invisible friend to help me for he was there by my side, and always ready to guide me and to fight for me. I was certain that by trusting the Lord, I could defeat my enemy blindfolded in the darkness. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I had the will and the power to give the devil a tough fight. And this way my destiny has guided me around, the first nine years of my life, till this very moment. To me, it had lasted for eternity, but in reality, the hard times have begun four years back. Three weeks ago, I celebrated my ninth birthday without a birthday party or a cake. Revolori stopped to clear his throat, and he ended his childhood story. Fifteen years passed, the time flew by, and Revolori became a young adult. Of course, I kept a close friendship with him since the very first day I met him. He kept me posted by telling me new stories of his personal life every single month. One time Revolori stood up while he was cleaning his eyes with a spotless and well-pressed handkerchief, and he said, "At the beginning of my adulthood life, I was into sports, arts, and music. I loved the entertainment industry. I hate math, science, and physics so much; these subjects I just don’t care for. I flunked every time I took science- and math-related exams in high school. During my years at the university, I struggled to pass the midterms and finals. By the way, I graduated with a bachelors of arts in English and Spanish literature.

In college, my nickname was Morris, and I thought my true identity was lost forever. But the impossible happened when I turned twenty-three. I was at a botany lab class when I realized how cool my real name is, and I started to use it again, because is a powerful name that my parents had given me from birth to death. They named me B. M. Revolori. Everyone I had met thought that my mother was a religious fanatic woman when she picked my name, but I was proud of it because she gave me two great Bible names. At least for me, that was a gift. And I knew it was cool that my parents had chosen Benjamin Matthew. And it was just fine with me. I’m still dreaming to hit the jackpot one day. It has given me an identity, a reason to be myself and to be on my own to make wise decisions. Now I’m prepared to deal with any problem as it comes, no matter how tough it gets. In the past, I couldn’t face the unknown, and darkness was my worst phobia. I had panic attacks every time I found myself alone in the dark.

This is a true story that Danny Knus started to tell me that morning. It was the beginning of his endless tale. Knus was going to be my gardener for many years. He sat on the cement in the middle of the driveway for a minute. He told me, I’ll never stop, and I’ll pick a new story every week. I’m going to recount Revolori’s unique and touching inspirational true story once a week for many weeks, months, and years to come. By the way, I had planned to run an errand after signing the contract. I didn’t want to stay home, but I was glad that Knus stopped me when I was walking to my car, and he chose me to be his audience.

The Truth

The following week, Knus showed up early in the morning. I didn’t expect that he was always going to be chewing some kind of greasy food mixed with tobacco leaves and dropping saliva down his lower lip. I asked him what he was munching on. But he just gave me a look. I understood I could not get an answer from him. Obviously, he wanted me to listen to his next story. I accepted the invitation, for I had plenty of time to spare that day. He focused and started to tell me a new story passed on to him by Revolori himself. I was told by teachers and by my father to tell the truth no matter what. In my thoughts, these words echoed every time I had a conversation with anyone, and no lie slipped out of my mouth, so I thought. Knus paused for a second and took a deep breath. And, I asked to myself, What’s going on? How can people around the world be encouraged to tell the truth? Kanus looked at me and gave me a smile and continued. Revolori said, I see programs on television, I listen to the radio, I read newspapers, and follow all media platforms, and I find many lies that they say to promote the product that is being offered. I stopped Knus for a second; I had no choice, and I dared to ask him to give me a break to go get a glass of water to take a pill for my migraine headache and allergies. When I came back, I made myself comfortable to listen to Revolori’s story narrated to me by my new friend Knus. I sat and rested my back on the garage’s wall and sharpened my ears to hear the rest of the tale. Knus told me that Revolori looked him straight in his eyes and he said, When I speak with my friends and answer questions… Revolori stopped and became silent. He took a breath, then he said, "Out of a hundred replies I say, several lies are counted against my clean record, but other people’s lies are doubled or tripled compared with my fibs. Politicians try to be honest and fair. They promise not to lie and to tell the truth to manipulate voters. Their fake promises are just to gain the votes in their rigged campaigns. If we count their lies, probably, they rank to be much higher than ordinary people. Surely, politicians lie to get elected.

"In sports—I don’t care what kind of sport, soccer, football, basketball, baseball, and others—some owners, coaches, and players are looking for the big piece of the pie. They don’t tell the truth to their fans; they cheat to make an extra buck. I’m talking about many coaches, owners, and athletes; they are always crooked, cheaters, and liars. They have a business to run, and they have a big group of hungry fans to feed with lies, and a profitable product to sell. The world rolls around lies, and no one tells the truth. Mrs. Ruth Green, my elementary school teacher, encouraged me to speak the truth and to be honest. Back in the days when I didn’t know that much about honesty, but I was certain she was not honest herself, I used to ask myself, ‘Are all people liars?’ I often had these questions in my mind. Later on, I came to the conclusion that we are all liars, big-time liars. People are just selling, and they need to keep their jobs to get their paychecks coming every week. My father told me many times, ‘If I ever catch you lying, I will burn your mouth with the flame of a lighter.’ Ironically, I caught my dad a few times lying to my brothers, to my mother, and to me. I knew he had been having an affair with a married woman, who happened to be Mrs. Ruth Green, my third grade teacher. But he lied to cover up from spreading the rumor around.

"Well, the whole world is a mess, no one tells the truth. It only happens at courts in the minds of judges and lawyers. When they make people recite what they want to hear, and they ask, ‘Do you promise to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?’ And as soon as the witness opens his or her mouth, the magic line comes out: ‘Yes, I do, Your Honor.’ But judges, lawyers, and witnesses know they are not telling the truth, they’re not speaking from the heart but by mechanical movement of their mouths. I don’t expect to hear the truth all the time. In fact, no one would speak the truth ever. I know it is not possible. Let’s talk about the great prophets of the Bible. If I have the chance to go back in time to interview them, right now or even in the past, certainly I will not get from them the whole truth. They were humans just like us. We are simply made of flesh and blood, and corruption will always be our nature. For example, King David lied about the Bathsheba affair, and worse he tried to cover it up and justified the killing of her husband, Uriah. I think the best way to deal with this problem that we all face in the world is to admit the burden we carry on our shoulders and understand that we cannot be truthful, and more than one time a day we lie. Nonetheless, we should try our best to make the change.

We have the power to control our own lives. We can help a little, and we should work hard to make the best choices and to pick up the best options. I strongly believe we should push our strengths to teach others and ourselves about honesty. I think, admitting that we always lie, and that, we every so often hide the truth it will help. We must think back and forth knowing that we can do better if we try. Many times we ignore the problem until it becomes bigger and hard to solve. The difficulties and the puzzles we face in our lives we need to correct, to control, and to repair. We must give ourselves a pat on our backs and be smart to bring the truth to our minds. If we lie, we are not honest to ourselves. We have an incurable disease, and that sickness will contaminate and destroy us. At this point, Knus stopped for a second. I raised my eyes to heaven, and then I brought them back to look at him, and I whispered to myself, Revolori had a lot of wisdom or he was making up the story. Knus noticed and smiled; he took over the conversation again.

He said, To be honest with you, it is a privilege to tell you BM’s stories, and you must register them in the deepest of your brain and seal them in your heart. Knus continued telling me the story. Revolori nodded two times and said, "We human beings should encode from birth in our memory the word truth and learn to apply it early in life. We must have good attitudes, and if we are honest, it is possible to tell the truth most of the time. I’m working hard every minute to tell the truth. I accomplish it at least ninety-eight percent of the time. I search for spiritual guidance very often, but still I fall short, and I cannot be truthful all the time, because my tongue urges me to be a liar. I insist that this problem, we’ll take to our dying beds, and we can’t clean it up completely. But there are leaders we can study to learn more.

For example, Jesus Christ always spoke about love and peace, but he also preached, ‘I’m the way, the truth, and the life, whoever comes to me will have salvation and eternal life.’ Jesus himself is the only man who’s known to be nothing but the truth. Can anyone claim in this world, ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life?’ This question will remain unanswered for years to come, and it will be hidden for eternity. I’m a big supporter when it comes to speak the truth, but I’m not totally truthful myself. I got to admit, I’m getting wiser in doing many things right. I set my mind to think before I reply, but the true answer is not close to be truthful. Neither my heart nor my brain has found an easy way to disentangle the enigma of truthfulness. Big corporations sell applications to consumers who want to learn how to spend time on computers and other electronic devices. And these programs mess up their lives. Certainly, their learning is without knowledge to their own brains; at least they should stop to think and to have a better understanding of the products they are purchasing. There is no doubt on my mind they have faith in the new technology, but they are learning without wisdom, without honesty. They are wasting away their brains, and at the end of the day, they will regret when they learn that they are misled, and they are not getting wisdom or intelligence to stand up to become producers.

Revolori took another break. He watered his chapped lips and smiled. "I have traveled in many countries in four continents, and I haven’t found a single person who has told me the truth a hundred percent. Poor people hope and dream to enjoy the lifestyle of the rich and famous. But the wealthy and government leaders manipulate poor people, and this is one of the reasons we are addicted to tell lies. None of us will stop lying in our lifetime, end of discussion. In every country I’ve been, I have talked to natives who live in the countryside, and also to those who are from the cities. There is a special reason why I have chosen to interview people who reside in big