Inglewood, Ca is where we pick up on our story. This is the part of my life when I discovered marijuana, well I wasn’t alone in this aspect of discovery my brother who is 17 months younger was my partner on this adventurous discovery. My first encounter with weed was April 4th, 2000 I was 7 soon to be 8 in May my brother was only 6. The strand of weed we smoked was called OCK Orange County Kush I felt like I was floating but that crash came down suddenly when my brother was getting beat for being high. He had gotten caught and it really sucked but was I supposed to say beat me too? I should have but never did. So what did I do I just got along while getting high, at 8. The outside world had no clue or care, simply because I was quiet, I didn’t bother, or bug. My parents were very deep in drugs at the time and seem to not care about my drug use or even notice. My father went to jail again leaving my mother to take care of the whole family, my grandma kicked us out leaving our family on the streets moving to motel to motel. My mother asked my grand father for help and he told her to give us up for adoption. Life was not ok. It was not fair. It was wrong. Then out of no where the universe acted….
The time to change is now. The time for waiting is over. Everything happens for a reason & it’s time to make a difference. Do you know that world in which your living in? Do others really matter to you? Our world is dying and it’s needs our help. Especially Generation Y 18-33 we need you now. It’s finally our turn to drive to have control of the wheel and we need to pull over and fix our ride. We must leave better people for this world which has nurtured us from our appearance on the scene. If you believe that life will work itself out and you don’t have anything to do with this problem you are wrong and you will pay for this just as those of us who will give every thing to change our current world will pay as well. If your reading this you have a choice and the revolution has come to you. Will you take a stand or will you be stood on? As for me & my team we will be standing on the front lines living, fighting, & dying for change. Much love & good vibes to you whoever you are. You have a decision to make GoD speed.
The reason I’m writing my life story in this way are multiple. For one I don’t have the time to write the full story in one sitting, for two you wouldn’t read it all in one sitting. Lastly hopefully you will do the same, or something similar. So to continue where we left off I am 8 newly moved & seeing life very differently than I did. I was developing a conscious beginning to process life, & gaining my own opinion. At this point in my life I was a very confused boy. I had already had sex at the age of 5 actually with a family member even more embarrassingly. What this did to me was very traumatizing I thought it was ok to look at every female in a sexual way. This was reinforced when it continued to happen with different family members, and to give you a picture of my situation my brother, cousin and I were the youngest in the entire family. So I was always the younger in anything I did. I will not say I was molested I will not count these experiences in my sexual history but it majorly affected my development and the way I looked at women for a long time. Not to mention I had to deal with this problem on my own I knew that what I was doing was wrong, I knew I would get in trouble so for this I never told anyone, I never even spoke of the deed afterward I literally locked it away and went to play. So from the ages of 5 to 8 I had sexual encounters gradually moving away from the family members to girls in the world. I found myself sneaking looks and copping feels, actually thinking that this was ok. I was basing all my relations with females on how sexual they were. Before the age of ten I seen sex as the only important thing to do with women. This is my fault I should have said something but would it have been more than a ass whooping and banning from the family? To be honest I lived in a very sexually charged atmosphere where most males only valued women for sex. In essence I was saved by the universe when I had to became homeless. How did I become homeless? Well one rainy day my father is getting dressed to leave and work on a car he says. I would always go with my dad to work on cars always no matter what but this day when I ask if I could go, he answered me “Not this time I’ll be back with chili cheese fries.” Remembering back and how happy that made me I know I was innocent still totally ignorant to why my dad went to work on a car with no tools and promised food. He didn’t come home that night, or the next, or the next, he was in jail he had been caught steeling a car most likely to go commit a robbery. My mom Bailed him out I’m sure this was why we had to leave the manners and move to my grandma Mary’s. Life was upside down and the world was on top of me. What happens next you won’t believe.
One summer day my family was on the way home from a camping trip to Lake Havasu, AZ upon our arrival to our home in Compton, CA we witnessed all of our belongings being thrown out we were being evicted for non payment of rent. My parents had failed to cover their ass and it cost my family. My father had just recently quit his job that he had held for ten years at Midas mufflers putting massive pressure on my mother who had recently been hired to work for the county of Los Angeles. We moved from the 2 bedroom house on Elm & Sloan to a Compton housing project called The Manners located behind the famous Compton Fashion Center aka the Compton Swapmeet. This was a weird situation not the worst I’ve been in but the weirdest I knew something bad had happened but I wasn’t sure, all I wanted to know was when could I go home to see my Dog OX that day never came. As the days continued to pass and I realized I would never see OX again or play in my backyard things started to changed for me….