Born in Los Angeles, California to two immigrant parents from El Salvador. They migrated over during the El Salvador civil war of the 70’s-80’s. Lived in California for about 2 years, and moved to Washington DC, of which we lived there for about 6 years and moved to Silver Spring, MD, which is close to DC by about 15 minutes.
Growing up was some what tough for me, as I had all my uncles living in our small 900 sqft apartment (parents, 3 uncles, and my brother and I). We managed, until they all got their own lives, and moved out.
During the early 90’s, I was a trouble maker, rude little kid with behavioral issues in school. Never did homework, always talking and playing in class. I didn’t know any manners. Luckily, I was not held back through my first 5 grades. I did get suspended in 2nd grade for bringing in a knife to school, but I didn’t do anything with it, or had any idea why I brought it. I did get into fights with kids I didn’t like in the school yard, which is funny because of the those kids is now my best friend of 23 years, lol. Parent’s didn’t know much about raising me, I was never a smart one, or had any friends who were smart. We were all just, stupid. Didn’t care for intellect or how to spell. I never took tests seriously. Dad would beat my ass because I once called the Hulk Hogan hot line and never noticed it was charging my dad $3.99 a minute!
Parents decided to move out of this project-like area, and moved about 1 mile away to much safer location (From Takoma Park to Silver Spring). Here, things changed for me because now I was going to Middle school (1995-1997). I met other friends and the crowd I was with wasn’t making things easier for me in class. 6th grade was tough, but I hung in there, and made the best of it. 7th grade, I made the honor roll, made different friends, and started hanging out with people who were able to get me better grades, and my way of speaking changed, but not by much. Bone Thugs was in style, and people listened to them, and so did I. Had friends having sex and doing drugs behind school, I wanted to be like them, but then I actually didn’t. Going home was hell, because I did nothing. Did homework, watched TV with my lil bro, and went to bed, only to repeat the same shit again the next day.
Had neighbors in the area, whom where Ethiopian, and they were cool. We hung out a lot, and they eventually moved away, never to see them again. It was hard to make friends. Even make friends with girls because I wasn’t attractive. In middle school, I once asked this girl, whom all the guys liked, asked her to dance at a dance party, and she literally screamed! Why? It was so embarrassing. I never respected her for that. Saw her a few years later, she looked pregnant, was mildly bald, and she wasn’t pregnant, but she had a stomach tumor. I didn’t feel sorry for her. I actually felt so much better about myself (Must have been 1999 or 2000). So in middle school, I was chubby, but not fat, or skinny. I had a liking to this black girl, really pretty, but she was plagued by acne. We dated for 1 week. She broke up with me because her friends told her I wasn’t cool enough. Oh well. Played recreational soccer all season. By 8th grade, shit went by so fast, I can’t really remember. What I do remember, is that things were better for me when I traveled out of the US, and went to Mexico City to visit other family members, which my aunt married a Mexican, and had kids, so my dad sent me there every summer. Best times, until I tore my right ACL. I never went to a doctor or hospital to get it reconstructed, didn’t know it was torn, so I walked around limping for a few weeks with it.
High School, 1997-2001. Freshman year, was somewhat odd. I didn’t fit into any crowd. Latino’s, whites, blacks, I had no idea. I was too white and smart for Latino’s, I was too dumb and brown for Whites, and I was too fake for blacks. I had an identity crisis. Only thing I wanted to do, was play soccer. With my torn ACL, I made the ****ing team. As a Keeper. Wonderful, great. But things weren’t so great in October of my freshman year, when my close uncle was murdered by some ****ing street scum, and was said that his death was by mistaken identity. Shot in the stomach, and died on the scene. Really messed me up because my uncle, to me, was as close a big brother since I was 3 years old. He took care of me when I was growning up. His loss was huge. So, freshman year went by, and summer came. No more trips to Mexico, and nothing to do other than join mini soccer leagues, and get better. Sophore year, a new HS was built, and during the summer, I did nothing but work out and get leaner. Girls were everywhere, but still, this year was hard again, because I didn’t fit in with many. Not that I was hated, but friends where different. Some smart, some weird, and well, shit didn’t mix well for me. I got into video games here and there. One kid I will never like is some cat named Steve. Steve befriended me, but also ruined me. Guys like him, who are cool with you one minute, and toss you to the side the next, is the reason why I am glad that I can actually appreciate REAL friends the most. In any case, **** dudes like Steve. Not much in 10th grade other than school, soccer, love for low riders, and trying to get a g/f. I eventually did. In the winter, a new girl moved in down the street. Dated for two years on and off, and broke it off in my senior year as I was heading into the Marine Corps. My senior year, I did date another chick, but she was too young, and well, things didn’t pan out. Before graduating, I went to my senior prom, party’d like all hell, and went to the beach with some cool friends, came back, and got prepared for boot camp.
Summer of 2001, July, I entered boot camp. Paris Island, South Carolina. I didn’t know what to expect, but I graduated and went on to my training school, that of which I was a hot stud. But, the girls in the military weren’t my thing. I wanted a real woman. I found them online. Had found one through Yahoo Chat, when online dating was not even made into a profiteering things. She lived in Chicago, and we decided to date once I got to my permanent station in North Carolina. Dated this girl for about 2 years, and it wasn’t pleasant, for some part. Probably because of the distance, and because she was a virgin, and I finally broke and cheated on her with another woman in my home town. It didn’t work out, so whatever. Met other women in my time of service, and I once again played soccer to get my mind off them. I thought I could make it this time around, and I did, playing for the All Marine Soccer team. But, I tore my ACL in a match, and all my dreams of playing, went down the drain. Depressed me for a while. I still had 1.5 years left before I got out. Waited six whole months for a surgery date, and got it. During this time, I met the current wifey, on-line, lol, again, and well, since Dec 2004, she’s never left my side. Had two kids with her, along with her step son, and we live a good life. Hectic at times, but I am happy. Work 5 miles from home, never played soccer since 2004 debacle, and started gaming again because my real life friends, are all into other dumb shit, and well, you guys have filled that gap as being my other friends. During my time in the Marines, I became estranged from friends and family, which is probably why my brother barely talks to me or wants to hang out. But I don’t know anymore. My fingers hurt from writing all of this.
Not a shy guy. I am usually direct, but I chose my words carefully. I like meeting people. But I usually can dislike someone by looking at them. Like I can feel that aura of douchebagetry. If that’s even a word. I stand up for the weak. I fight for the right. I am a protector of things and people. I can be a loyal friend, or someone who will dislike you and talk shit about you to your face if you do something wrong to me. Enough about me.