Presley's Diary

Chaz is my Bestfriend

2019-03-29T08:42:00.000-07:00

I have never really been a part of a family. Yes I belong to a family genetically speaking... but growing up I only experienced comradery by joining a gang or playing sport. That is a very wide spectrum and maybe because of it I am somewhere in between. Friends from the streets, school, my sports teams. I have friends from work and nowadays I have friends from social media sites or dating apps. I have friends that I have become attached to for different reasons. Some are closer than family but Regardless of who, how or why. My friends come from various walks of life and in so many ways... we are all different.

For as long as I remember I wondered what it would be like to have a best friend. I often envisioned being part of a DJ and MC duo or being one half of a power couple in love. Day dreams of throwing a trophy winning alley-oop or building a dynasty with a boss like me. My best friend and I were suppose to do something great together, unfortunately I never met him... or her, until now. After 37 years of riding life's roller coaster, I found my co pilot and now I finally now what it's like to have a best friend. Chaz is best friend. He is my 11 Year old son, my middle child and the truth is if it wasn't for him I would not have survived the past few years. I was like Mark Wahlberg in the movie Invincible.. alone, punching holes in the walls of an empty apartment. Dealing with break up was hard on all of us. Luckily this young soul was around to keep me sane.

Chaz was born out of love, pure love. After getting shot, I woke up in the hospital to learn my younger brother Chaz had not survived and before I knew what I was doing, I had asked my daughters mother if we can have a baby boy. My brother died a horrible and senseless death and I will write about it someday but I now realize that the subconscious idea of reincarnating my little brother into my son was the only thing that kept me alive after that tragic funeral.

I survived the ultimate depression and Somehow I have been able to give my son Chaz a better childhood than I had. It's far from living like the Huxtables and I have lost count of how many times I have had to tell my children, "Sorry Daddy can't afford that today". I am so honest with my kids that I never lied to them about Santa Claus or the Easter bunny. I don't hide my flaws or my struggle from my son. Story after story not to mention the hard times he has witnessed. It's been far from easy but Chaz gets it. He gets me and he knows he has to be better than me.

At times I often find myself stuck with a blank sky gazing stared while being sun-kissed by God and sunken into a state of gratifying shock. I am mesmerized that I have survived thus far and forever grateful that God has given me to opportunity to see what I could have been. Chaz is a special child. Smart, talented and capable. This guy has a good heart, he is polite and well behaved, Chaz is loved by his peers and their parents. He has never had a fight in school and gets awards at every school assembly. He is everything I could of been with the right amount of love, attention and wisdom. He is the son I dreamt of having. Since I myself was in 6th grade I was determined to break the cycle but I realized moments ago, I could have never done it alone. Chaz, his mother and I...Together we broke the downward spiraling out of control self destructive Presley family cycle and have given Chaz a fair chance to be happy and successful in life.

In the process of trying to be the father I always wanted to have, I raised the son I always wanted to be. Chaz has become my best friend and my greatest accomplishment thus far. Sometimes I wish I could pause time and just live in this moment forever. We have been playing Chess against each since he was in 1st grade and he almost beat me on Christmas. He finally beat me in NBA 2K with a last second buzzer beater by Kyrie Irving and he acted like it was the highlight of his life. We shoot hoops together, We hit the batting cages and we both went camping for the first time last year. We went fishing, found some waterfalls on a hike and love crashing amusement parks as well. Lately we have been binging on Fortnite. Chaz is sooooo good is disgusts me. He is probably better than 90% of the globe and this game is so addicting, Last week I stayed up all nite playing. Literally all nite, which got me chewed out by my girlfriend because I never came to bed. SMH didn't care thou... I got to catch up to Chaz so we can play squads together. LOL.

I love Chaz so much I would die for him... just like his uncle died protecting his friends and family. This young man represents everything good about humanity. He is caring, honest, funny and humble. He is innocent, sinless, and karma free. I wish that would never change. I would die today to ensure my son Chaz would never regress into a state of ill mannered curiosity or negativity. I have done a great job thus far but Chaz is now at the age of influence, going into junior high next year he will began to change and Im scared I will not only lose my best friend but all the process we made breaking the cycle. Im scared I will loss my best friend to the lusts of the world and I know the direction Chaz goes will ultimately affect his younger brother AJ. So I'm not letting up. I will be there for you Chaz as long as I am alive you can count on me being by your side. After I'm gone you can count on my diary for wisdom and perspective but the bottom line is... it's up to you. Only you can keep the cycle broken.

So please forgive for every past scolding or ass whopping. Someday I might whoop your ass again, yell at you or even pop you in the back of your head... it's because I have too. It's because love you. It's because not only does your future depend on it... but quite their is a possibility the future of humanity could spend on you. So please Chas... stay focused, be good and work hard. Remember not to hurt anyone that isn't trying to hurt you and always fear death. The wrong drug, the wrong friend, the wrong way in life can get you killed and we only get one chance in this game of life.... it's up to you to make the most of it. Keep making me proud dude!

Relaunching Mission Bell Radio

2019-01-18T08:04:00.001-08:00

Today I am relieved to announce the relaunch of Mission Bell Radio. After nearly 4 years of being dormant The Riverside radio station is once again broadcasting 24 hours a day. Anyone around the globe can listen and although we may feature other artists or advertisements from other regions, Mission Bell Radio was born to support our local community. We will forever support the Inland Empire, our Artists, Local Business and schools. The Bell City movement began long before Mission Bell Radio but never before has our city had it's own radio station devoted to the pride of the Bell. We see our neighbors with Mission Bell tattoos. We see the Bell in our city lights, on our basketball courts and in almost every single city plaza. The bell has meaning, tradition and most importantly its the coolest logo any city has ever had .

Mission Bell refuses to be limited to one style of music so you can expect to hear a wide variety of different genres. Radio programming will be %100 positive, uplifting and supportive. While most media outlets focus solely on controversy, drama and tearing people down... Mission Bell Radio will focus on being the exact opposite.

There are thousands of radio stations or even play lists to choose from. You can listen to anything you want, anywhere you are. Everyone has their own taste but if you want to hear Support Riverside or hear the Inland Empire... Mission Bell Radio might be the place for you. We are working on making our radio stream available on every major app and radio outlet but for now We recommend listening to our broadcast by downloading the FREE app called TUNE IN. The mobile Tune In app is compatible with all iPhones and Android but if you are online you might want to check out www.MissionBellRadio.com

New Music on Reverb Nation

2019-01-15T19:09:00.003-08:00

Today I joined Reverb Nation and posted a new Hip Hop beat I have been working on. I really like Reverb Nation and for now, it will be my exclusive site for sharing new music and networking. I will be 37 soon and my goal is to have 3 complete albums done before I am 40. My life has made it hard to succeed and even though I previously had a good run with my music I fell short of my goals to say the least. At this stage in my life having a few albums to leave behind will be satisfactory. Maybe that will be enough to show my kids or grandchildren who I really am and ultimately quench the thirst of this lyricist.

As far as everyone else goes... if your interested in hiring me to produce yours beats or do a feature on your project.... feel free to reach out. I am open to collaborations and taking on new clients. I love doing scores and soundtracks. I can basically produce any style or genre but I would say my specialties are Rock and Hip Hop.

Today I posted a Instrumental Hip Hop Beat called "Never Did Front". I used the Fl Studio and produced the track at 140 BPM. I didn't take the time the mix it down but you will get the idea. I know that I could use this beat on my album but I am open to selling it or leasing it as well. You can stream my " Never Did Front" Instrumental below using the Reverb Nation Music Widget but you can also find my Reverb Nation Music Page for future additions. This instrumental plus all my future productions, recordings and collaborations will soon be featured on my Internet Radio Station, and i am hopeful I can post about that soon. Until then, enjoy the beat and stay tuned!

Why I Quit First Class Pizza

2019-01-07T10:54:00.001-08:00

I have to admit that I really liked working at First Class Pizza in Riverside. I like the type of work, the general environment, interacting with the customers and even a few of my coworkers. Big Shout out to Jacob, Danielle, Noah and Wade!!! You guys are the real ones... and good people too. If it wasn't for you, I would not have lasted there as long as I did. Thanks for helping me tough it out... I needed that money! Overall I wouldn't mind owning First Class Pizza. In fact I even had a few day dreams about owning a company like it someday and running it with my kids. As I shared in my previous post it was the perfect part time job for me. The evenings hours fit my schedule perfectly. I was able to clean for most of my shift, which is therapeutic for me plus I was able to listen to whatever ball game they had on television. It was working for me so I gave the owner and his crew %110 effort in hopes of becoming part of the family. Unfortunately I had to learn the hard way, that I am too good for that company and that family was far too unhealthy for someone like me.

The reality is I slept in my truck the day I was hired at First Class Pizza. My truck was falling apart, my detailing business was slowing down for the winter plus I was alone, homeless and broke. I needed a part time job for "Life" but at that moment my main priority was being able to afford Christmas presents for my children.

Trying to get hired was very unorthodox to say the least but I did get hired after agreeing to "Audition" for the owner by working my first 2 hours for "free". The Owner (Rish Oberoi) said he had recently hired a bunch of kids that didn't work out and used that rational to justify him asking me to work for free. He said if the audition went well, I would be hired. So I agreed.

I got hired on a Thursday. In fact I was suppose to work that Friday and Sunday but I got called in 2 hours after I left the interview and I ended up working for the entire weekend. I wasn't just working or being the new guy. I worked so hard and learned so fast, the staff began to think I was the owner and this was undercover boss. One co worker even said that I would run circles around the owner Rish. I didn't need to be told what to do but I did ask for info on how to do a few things. I did jobs that even the manager refused to do like restrooms and other deep cleaning that had been neglected. All the staff and even the owner praised me. They said I was the best "worker" in Riverside and wondered how I had the energy. Having my own detailing company during the day, hitting the gym, being a father and then still giving a %110 percent for my evening shift had a few of them wondering what I was smoking. So I told them.... OG Indicas only!!!

It blew them away. How could a pot head be working smarter, harder, faster and without making mistakes. Regardless of how or why.... The new guy was better than all of them and that ended up being the problem. I didn't realize it but my work ethic and efforts created problems for this company. Within 2 weeks the owners was asking to give me more hours and responsibility. Even a majority of the staff asked me to be the manager but I couldn't accept more hours and had no interested in accepting more responsibility for minimum wage. I politely declined and asked to remain in the back of the house. I was already treating the company like it was my own. I literally spent my own money to buy the owner cleaning supplies because what they had wasn't good enough. The little things I was doing to improve the company was an example of what I am capable of doing if I was the manager but to be blunt... that's the owner's job and I had no interest in being under paid to do the owners job. I was just being me and showing my appreciation for being hired during the holidays but like I said.... my appreciation and efforts ended up being the problem.

Instead of offering me a fair wage to turn his company into a better, more profitable version of itself... Rish tried to take advantage of me at every chance he got. He neglected water spills, dirt, grime and customer service issues himself, only to pass it on to me. I remember clocking in and him immediately asking me to clean the restrooms while acknowledging that his lunch shift manager had neglected them. Then while in the process of doing that task, he stopped me from completing the restroom, because he wanted me to clean up a water spill. How could this college graduate, business owner and father not know that it's faster, easier and safer for him to clean up the spill himself when he sees it.... as oppose to hunting me to down to do it.

Now that the owner is taking advantage of me... the rest of the staff follows suit. Ashley, (who was hired as the bartender AFTER I told Rish I could handle the back of the house and the bar side as well) decided to walk a single dirty pitcher of beer from the bar side (which was on the other side of the restaurant and also has it's own wash station) all the way to my wash area where I am loaded with hundreds of dishes. So while I an running around like a Tasmanian Devil cleaning, restocking, busing tables and even cooking food. Ashley is texting on her phone, entertaining one customer at the bar and too busy learning how to use a direct TV remote to wash one freaking dirty dish. Instead She had the nerve to walk all the way over to me and add it to my pile. #Disrespectful

During my employment I learned that Rish had a stereotype that he wanted to cater too and he envisioned his bartenders to be attractive women and in conclusion it was the main reason he didn't let me run the bar while I managed the back of house as well. Meanwhile his stereotype of needing an attractive female to bartend was costing him more than he could ever imagine.

Ashley was not ugly but she wasn't pretty either and for some reason her make up made it worse. Some women can pull you in with their make up... her make up scared people away. I could tell she use to be or still is a tweaker but I never seen a tweakers work ethic from Ashley except her first night back, after she got fired. That night was the only night she had shown any appreciation for her job opportunity. She didn't have common sense either. The same night Ashley tried to have me wash her dirty pitcher was the same night I had to save her from a few belligerent drunks.

We we're suppose to close at 9pm that night and around 7pm Ashley had complained about the how the guys were hitting on her. She said it was making her uncomfortable but for some wacky reason she continued to serve them. I wasn't there but I assumed that it was her hoping to get tip money. 9pm rolls around and they are still there sipping and Ashley acts as if she is overwhelmed. She says she can't take it anymore and clocks out. She leaves and returns with her boyfriend who arrived on a bicycle. Meanwhile the new manager Arianna and I are left to defuse and deal with the problems she created and let fester. I had to deal with the rude, disrespectful drunks which was not only unsafe but could have cost me my job or my freedom depending on how I responded and even thou it was not my responsibility I handled it like I owned the place... without incident, while working for minimum wage and no tips. It was actually quite simple and textbook.

I had to deal with situations like that but I couldn't take it personal. The drunk didn't know me. However Ashley and Rish do know me and they both still put me in that position and I still had their backs even thou I know they don't respect me or appreciate me. I tried to talk myself in to giving Rish the benefit of the doubt but that dude went to Penn State, (worst college in America by the way) so he knows the consequences of putting an inexperienced make up queen behind the bar and he thought it was okay to ignore those consequences in spite of him making a few more dollars. I have to take it personal because I know it's not only costing an extra persons hourly wage, but having someone that doesn't care or doesn't get it, can cost much more than an hourly wage. meanwhile he wants to send people home when it slows down to save his costs not considering the time, gas and commitments of the employee he is sending home. This is why I have always been self employed... not matter how hard you work, no matter how reliable you are or how good you are too people... they will more often than not try to take advantage of you. Thank god I was in a position to walk away. I truly feel awful for those that CAN'T or don't have the nerve to. We all deserve better than that.

The General manager's name was Anthony Biggs. I knew within 5 minutes of meeting him he was trouble. He is a drama queen who is unhappy and insecure with himself so he projects it onto others. He normally works lunch shift and I worked evenings so we never really crossed paths until I came in during lunch to check the schedule and I knew within 5 minutes that he was not a good person. I shared a little bit about my interactions with Anthony a few weeks in my Fall Recap but since then it got worse. Everyone at the pizza shop knew Anthony was a drama queen. They all agreed his was shitty manager and even worse person. He even announced that he would erase all the recipes from the company if he was fired. They all knew that my work ethic had him worried. So worried, he thought that I was a going to take his job. Even the Owner Rish found me cleaning the drains one day without being asked and he literally said " This is why I love You"... then he continued by saying " I have fought with Anthony because he refused to clean the drains." I just laughed because I knew if I told him what I really felt, that would have been my last day. So not only was my work ethic stirring fear in the less appreciative employees but the owner knew it and even added fuel to the fire by trying to boast about my productivity. I realized I was on borrowed time when Arrianna ( the new night manager who was hired by Anthony) told me that Anthony Biggs told her " no matter what I did right, she was suppose to tell the owner that I did everything wrong."

Can you believe the nerve of this fruitcake nutcase Anthony Biggs? He was literally trying to conspire with another manager against me all because I was hard working, appreciative and good at what I do. It wasn't like he was protecting a $100,000 job. He was being evil and cutthroat to secure his job as a $12.00 an hour pizza manager. To be honest a younger version of me would have followed him home and beat his ass but I just kept telling myself it will work out and if not I could always blog about it. lol! The worst part is the owner Rish became aware of all this and decided to keep Anthony on board for some mind boggling reason. Like I said in my previous post it felt like the owner Rish was being held hostage... or even being extorted because I was only there 8 weeks and I acknowledged that Anthony Biggs work ethic, managerial behaviors and his core characteristics were costing First Class Pizza at least $100,000 per year. From customer service, to food prep, to managing the pizza line, the entire restaurant was sub standard. Bottom line was a he was scarring away good customers and good employees. While I was spending my own money to buy Rish cleaning supplies, his so called general manager was day dreaming of ways to get rid of the best employee.

The final straw came right after thanksgiving. I went to pick up my check in my girlfriends car because my truck was overheating, so I had envisioned using the check to fix my truck but when I went to pick up my check, all I found was an empty envelope. I instantly knew it would be my last day. Everybody else's envelope was sealed, mine was not. I was the only employee that was getting paid cash So technically my envelope was the only one that SHOULD have been sealed. It wasn't... it was empty. Everyone else got paid that day but I didn't. Both managers that were there at the time acted as if they were to busy to be concerned, which furiated me even more. I had these managers back and the work ethic I provided made their shifts much easier. So I was instantly unstable and part of me wanted to open the register and take my money but I left to avoid making any mistakes. I didn't even bother texting or calling the owner Rish Oberoi that night. I was upset with feelings of anger, betrayal, confusion and I had no control over those emotions. I did nothing wrong... actually I did everything right but I was backed in this corner and I have learned the hard way that nothing good was going to come of the situation if I tried to deal with it in that emotional state. Plus there was a slight chance it was all a misunderstanding, right? I knew that I needed to sleep on it. Thankfully between the gym, Dr Diaz and my top shelf indica I was able to relax my mind.

I woke up and went to work that Tuesday morning at the Corona Airport and while I was working around 7am my intuition took control of my perspective. In my mind, it was no longer possible that someone stole the cash that was put in the envelope for me but instead I was inclined to think that the cash was never put in there to begin with. After working there for 8 weeks I observed the lead manager spending more time on the phone with Rish than working. For some reason Rish felt the need to call the shop every hour during closing and his communication with them was non stop every night from diner rush to closing. If it was slow he was telling the manager to send people home, even if they just clocked in. If there was a grub hub order he was telling them so because his system was insufficient. He even called me at 8:30pm one night to ask me about a yelp review... on my night off! So when He let the evening and the next morning pass without acknowledging my missing paycheck I knew he was in on it.

If someone stole $250 from the cash register, Rish would have blown up all of our phones at midnight to figure it out but now he is acting like he doesn't even know that I'm upset about my "Empty Envelope". How could he not know? Everyone knew my envelope was empty... you mean to tell me not one of the managers discussed it with him? So I waited till 9am ( normal business hours ) the next morning to call him. It went straight to voicemail and said he was out of the country... which was not true. I tried to call him about dozen times. I sent him several text messages. I did not get any type of reply until I sent a message to the group chat he started with all his employees to discuss the schedule. I took a screenshot of the group text... this was the response of people that I somehow worked with for 8 weeks.

Now I only sent the text into the group chat to provoke a reaction. I just needed someone to acknowledge that I actually worked there. I never filled out an application. Never signed a W-4 or 1099. He never even asked for my ID or Drivers License ( yet he asked me to deliver pizzas), so there was really no proof I even worked there considering he was paying me in cash. So I had to get a response to use as leverage. I got so much more than expected. The cold hearted responses I got filled in all the blanks and ended up giving the insight I needed to move forward. The first response in light blue was rude and adamant that he didn't care. The 2nd response suggested that my payment was in a check form, however I found out that the person owning that number already new I was getting paid cash. The 3rd reply was just an emoji hand waving goodbye.

I got my proof I worked there but I also got enough vowels to solve the puzzle on the wheel of misfortune. The person that replied second is a pregnant manager that I had not only intended to get Christmas present for but also a baby shower gift. Marissa Jones seemed to be a good person but I guess that was just a facade. She knew 100% that I got paid in cash. So for her to responded by saying " they can't cash it" meant she was in on "IT". At first I thought it was Anthony who took my money in an attempt to get rid of me but if we presented all the evidence in a court of law... Marissa would be found guilty if it was proven she knew cash was regularly in the envelope. This was a fact. Everyone knew, even the new manager Arianna. Maybe she or her boyfriend Alex ( who also worked there ) stole it or maybe she knew what kind of game the owner was playing but I knew then it was far from a misunderstanding, my gut instinct was right once again.

It took over 4 days to get a face to face with the owner Rish and his dumb ass decided to have this conversation in his shop, in front of his customers. They heard the entire interaction. First he claimed he had know idea I didn't get paid. Then he claimed that I wasn't answering my phone calls after I asked why he wasn't answering my phone calls. He said my phone was broken, So I called him right there in front of everyone. His phone did not ring. He had be blocked or something. He then tried to call me and immediately it went through proving it was his international phone problem... not mine but instead of apologizing his bitch ass literally said " That's impossible". What do you mean impossible Rish? We just saw it happen. Then Rish claimed he filled, licked and sealed the envelope himself. Which is absolutely false but him saying so had me thinking he and Marissa was on the same page of corruption. I also considered that he may have gave that responsibility to someone else and just didn't want to admit that he risked it all by leaving the payroll in the wrong hands. Regardless I told him I didn't trust him anymore and I just wanted my money so I could leave and move on with my life. He was literally trying to piss me. He was stalling, lying, and playing some sort of ill-mannered game that almost triggered a very unhealthy response from me. I explained my point of view in front of the customers and they heard him play dumb. Instead of apologizing and taking the appropriate actions that SHOULD HAVE ensued, he was on the defense because in his perspective I was accusing him... of something. I explained that it's his shop so he is responsible for fixing this problem. He began to act like it wasn't his problem and basically accused me of taking a full envelope even thought I opened in front of staff and cameras. Rish kept playing his game thinking he was in a safe place to push those buttons.. when about 30 minutes into our conversation, I barked at him. I announced in front of everyone I was recording this entire conversation and less than a minute later I had a check in my hands for the $400 that was owed to me.

I immediately left and never felt any regret for how things turned out. I did everything right. I was hard working, honest, loyal, reliable, generous and friendly. I went beyond the call of duty and extended myself for Rish and his company at a minimum wage pay rate but it still didn't work out for some reason So the man in the mirror tried to tell me I could improve and find a way to be a better leader... but with a few weeks to reflect on this situation I have realized that it's not me that needs the improvement, it's our society. If working hard or having a higher standard is going to be a problem, that type of environment doesn't deserve me. There are way to many food establishments like First Class Pizza. I could literally write a television sitcom based upon my experiences and it can only be described as Sad. At one point I hoped to help whip First Class Pizza into shape. I hoped that one day I could be proud of working there. I hoped that I could trust the owner and crew enough to endorse the company on my radio station. I had even hoped to hold trophy and awards ceremonies for my son's basketball team at First Class Pizza but the reality is I could not even muster enough courage to eat anything at that establishment. I worked there for 8 weeks and cleaned my ass off and it was still no where near acceptable. It wasn't clean enough or fresh enough. After seeing that restaurant from behind the scenes I would strongly encourage everyone to avoid eating at First Class Pizza. The staff don't time stamp the food. The fridge does not have a first in first out system. The don't wear gloves and everything has cross contamination. The kids don't care if the dishes are clean or if the food is fresh. The only changed the cooking oil once in the 8 weeks I worked there. You can't blame the kids! yeah everyone should have self awareness, morals and pride to do the right thing but leadership starts at the top and it would be better if the owner was better. Even the owner Rish was still trying to sell salads containing romaine lettuce when there was an E. Coli outbreak that had it all recalled. He only stopped after a customer made a big deal about it. There will not be prompt service and quite frankly it's over priced.

I never intended to bad mouth First Class Pizza or anyone working there but this is my diary and this is a true story. As always there are several sides / perspectives to every story but my diary is clear on the difference between facts and opinions, The facts I have shared would stain any one's brain and I can only pray that my children never have to work in an environment like that or for a employer like Rish Oberoi. Luckily for me, during the 8 weeks I worked there I was able to find a girlfriend, fix my truck and get up out the streets. So I was able to brush it off and keep it moving without letting First Class Pizza and company bring out the Hulk in me. I am still moving forward in life, progressing and in a lot of ways this hiccup of a side job ended up bringing out a better version of me. This struggle actually helped me grow. It helped me realize I am in more control of my emotions than I thought I was. It reminded me of how special I am because I care and I try. I was blind and settled for less because I found a comfort zone but the reality is That company doesn't deserve someone like me. In the 8 weeks I worked there First Class Pizza hurt me more than it helped me and that is why I quite First Class Pizza.

Remembering Christmas 2009

2018-12-15T09:23:00.000-08:00

I was going through some family photos trying to organize my PC and stumbled across a few Christmas photos I just had to share. This photos are from 2009, before AJ was born. It was just my Princess Rayleen and my son Chaz. We lived as a family of 4 in a 2 bedroom, 2 story condo near RCC. There were literally over 100 Presents under the tree and along the wall. 95% of those presents were for my two children and these gifts were the ones they decided to open early on Christmas Eve.

Those faces melt my heart and I have to thank God for loving me enough to allow us to enjoy that moment. My life has been a roller coaster ride but obviously these Kodak moments captured something special. The joy in these pictures are priceless. It's a worry free joy. A joy of privilege accompanied by an abundance of love. We both worked 2 jobs while sharing one vehicle yet somehow even though we never turned that condo into a home we were able to succeed together in providing our children an amazing Christmas worth remembering.

I was joking with my son about this photo because every single one of those presents happened to be a toy of some sort. Not a single pack of socks, No underwear. Not even a winter sweater. Just toys! We spoiled them that year and we gave our children a better childhood that we had. Even if no other Christmas could ever compare, the fact that we had such an awesome 2009 should be forever appreciated. So many children and families across the globe have been less fortunate but for some Godly reason our reality in 2009 was Blessed.

I hope I never forget this day. I pray these memories are forever engraved in my memory. I want to reflect upon times like this with I'm depressed, in pain... or dying. I hope this kids can do the same. No matter what, these kids will remember Mom and Dad loved them. We often failed but we did try our best and we are all better off because of that love and effort.

How I Meet Dr Diaz

2018-12-05T18:02:00.002-08:00

For almost 15 years I had severe migraines. The type that can only be described as suicidal. I remember thinking to myself, "This must have been what Junior Seau felt like" as I assumed that my pain was due to a life full of head trauma. It got so bad I wanted to jump off the top of Mt Rubidoux but I didn't So maybe the late great Charger linebacker was dealing with something worse. I had X-rays, then I had Cat Scans and the Doctors literally tried to prescribe me an experimental drug which I refused to take. They had know idea what was wrong with me but wanted to prescribe me drugs. How messed up is that? Not me, I'm not the one. So I continued to live with the pain until I had my wisdom teeth extracted.

In August 2016 one of my teeth broke and exposed the nerve making it hard to eat. I usually avoid medical treatment unless it's an emergency. This was an emergency because It was stopping me from eating. So at 34 years old I was barely getting my wisdom teeth pulled and I can't help but assume, that would have turned out different if I had parents that loved me. It never dawned on me that my wisdom teeth were the cause of my migraines but after the extraction, my suicidal migraines never returned. It took months to realize that the migraines were truly gone but considering the timing I can assure you my level 9 migraines were caused by my oversized 34 year old wisdom teeth. Thank God my Obama care covered the dental surgery. God knows that if I wasn't able to get my wisdom teeth pulled that day, my life would have been totally different today.

I think I almost died that day. My dental surgery was a nightmare. I had requested to be put to sleep for the surgery because of my anxiety but I also wanted to avoid the memory of them drilling into my grill for a prolonged time. I had surgery on my ear as a child and I remember it vividly and I felt comfortable being put to sleep but this experience was completely different.

For some reason I woke up in the middle of the surgery. The anesthesia didn't work properly and wore off rather quickly. I do a have semi insomniac sleeping disorder but I never expected to wake up in the middle of this surgery. I woke up freaked out, in a panic with increasing anxiety. The anesthesia had me feeling like I was half dead... or in the process of dying. I remember crying and telling my mind to take control of my body. I was scared of dying and it got worse. I began to feel something lodged in my throat. I had no idea what it was and later found out it was a protective cloth used to catch debris and broken teeth from going down my throat during the surgery. It wasn't choking me but it was slowing down my breathing while my anxiety was trying to force me to breathe heavier. I was freaking out!

By this time I was asking or maybe even crying for help. It really was a nightmare. This surgery had gone far worse than expected and just when I felt like caving in, I heard the most angelic calming and soothing voice tell me " Mr. Presley, your at the dental office getting your wisdom teeth pulled". She carried on saying "everything is going to be alright, just calm down. Stop fighting us." as she held my hands to keep us all safe.

I did calm down thanks to her but I was pissed off. I wasn't fighting anyone. I was scared... there is a difference and it took someone in another room, working on another patient to calm me down. Then my angel left me as they tried to resume the surgery while I was still awake. So now I'm even more angry and I refused to let them continue. I couldn't feel any pain but I still felt the drilling, the tugging and the pulling. I did not want to so I made them put me back to sleep.

Finally the surgery was complete. I remember still being faded, light headed and with blurry vision when they escorted me out. I had some lady pushing me in a wheel chair toward the exit and I remember making them all laugh as I told them I understood why they were kicking me out the back door. ( lol everyone goes out the back door ) I was told needed a driver to drive me home post surgery due to the effects of the anesthesia. I was counting on Yolie to take care of me for the weekend but she really let me down and we never really spoke much after that because of it. So I took my little cousin (Princess Presley, the only female Presley left on our side of the family) to pretend to drive me home. I actually had to pay her plus I gave her a brand dresser I bought on sale from Kmart the week before. My cousin didn't drive me home, she didn't even have her drivers license but I had no one else to ask and she was unemployed at the time. Actually I drove her to my storage then home to her sisters apartment in Colton before I checked myself in a Motel 6.

I spent the whole weekend in the Motel 6. It was like a bed rest weekend for me, recovering from the surgery. I survived of soup and Juice It Up smoothies. It takes a lot to keep me down. I don't get sick often but when I get really sick, I'm like a big baby. I get really needy and this was just as bad but I had no one to take care of me. I didn't want to talk, interact with people or even try to work... I just wanted to recover and put this behind me. Yolie let me down, my baby mama only stopped by the drop off soup and I was back to being alone in the world. So that Sunday morning around 5am I sent a message to Dr. Diaz on the POF dating app. I remember swiping right because she was cute and nearby but that is common for me because I never really had a type. I don't swipe right because of age, religious beliefs, careers or size. In fact her profile said she was a bartender lol. So I thought Dr. was just for fun. Regardless we ended up chatting that day.

The bar tending was done on the side, mostly weekends, it was a mobile service she created, so it was nice to see she had a little hustle in her. Being an entrepreneur myself it has been important to find someone on my level. It was actually labor day weekend So Dr. Diaz had the entire weekend off as well and it felt like we spent the weekend together, even thou we still had not met. We communicated by text since my mouth was swollen shut. We chatted about everything and we never ran out of much to say. The vibe was right and I knew I wanted to meet her as soon as possible.

Monday morning rolls around and I am close to a hundred percent. Feeling better physically and mentally as I survived the weekend. Now I am looking forward to returning to work and I shared that feeling with Dr. Diaz. I told her " I can't wait to go back to work tomorrow. I have been on bed rest the entire weekend. I had my wisdom teeth pulled and it was a nightmare!"

Her response was straight out of a movie scene. "Wait a minute! What!? Where do you have your teeth pulled? I replied by telling her and it took her breathe away. " Oh my God" she said "I am the one that held your hands and asked you to calm down." Dr Diaz wasn't just a Bartender but she is truly a wonder woman dental surgeon and the sweet calming voice that kept my mind from turning into Scarecrow's was actually hers. We were both stunned. Our connection was already instant and progressing. So for us to realize this after the fact made us feel like it was destiny. Here we are chatting it up on a dating app when we already crossed each others path under extreme circumstances. I made her laugh by telling her " well you seen me at my worst( crazy, dramatic, drugged up, unshaven. lol)... would you like to see me at my best?" She said Yes and agreed to meet me soon after that if I promised her I wouldn't be "Combative". LMAO!

I am So Proud of My Son

2018-11-28T13:45:00.001-08:00

Have you ever heard of a 6th grader going an entire school year without missing a single math problem? I was in G.A.T.E. and I never did it. I don't remember any of my peers ever doing it either but my son Chas has thus far. So far he has gotten every answer correct this year and that includes his classwork, homework and all of his tests. I can't begin to describe how proud of him I truly am but to give you a little perspective, I did get teary eyed when learning about it and when posting it on facebook.

This nerd is on fire and although his award was for his "general excellence"... his current hot streak is the talk of his campus. It makes me feel accomplished when my son excels. it makes me feel like a winner when he wins. As a parent I worry just like most of you, that my children may not reach their potential because of my failures and even thou this may just be a small accomplishment considering my son's road ahead, it is bright light of joy indicating hope for the future.

My boy has the brains. He is more than healthy! As long as I'm alive he has my love and support. After that it's just a matter if will and luck. Only time will tell if my son has the drive it will take to succeed but if he can find a way to motivate himself, I think he will be just fine.

I love you Chas. All i want is for you to be better than me and love your kids enough to encourage the same. Over the past few years you have become my best friend and it might have saved my life. Keep up the good work young man... Papa is Proud of you!!!

Dear God - Please Forgive Me

2018-11-24T14:49:00.000-08:00

Dear God.... I love you!. I thank you! I truly understand that you have protected me more than most. I know I have my doubts at times. Not to mention the outbursts and rants that I must apologize for. I get out of pocket sometimes but when I am looking in the rear view mirror I see that you have clearly been responsible for my strength. You have sent me angels and blessings time after time to protect me from demons, wrong turns, misfortune and even myself. So with the blood from the pit of my heart,... I am asking.. I am praying for your forgiveness

I'm sorry I can't help it but no matter how bad I want to be a God... I am far from it. I was born into a world full of cheaters, liars, thieves and murderers. I adopted survival skills from the wicked, the selfish and the evil of this world. I allowed my morals and perspectives to be corrupted as I too became an ill minded sinner. I know deep down I wasn't born corrupted and you my lord must know that I never wanted to corrupt anyone or anything on this planet but the reality is.... I wasn't raised, I just grew up.

So today I am praying that you can forgive me for my sins. It took me a long time to grow up and I shamefully admit that in the process my mistakes have negatively affected this world. It's affected my journey, the people I love and their journeys as well. For as long as I can remember I have been spiritual, growing up around Catholicism and Christianity. I have always yearned for truth, purpose and meaning of life. God I have always wanted to be your soldier to fight evil but somehow I ended up accepting certain evils for my convenience. Forgive me Please!

I have lied to people with and without purpose. Robbed people to survive. Sold drugs to profit. I had accepted these ways of life. I let the world tell me it was okay. I let the mirror tell me that I could not be better but you knew my heart and because of it you protected me. I was young, alone and lost. I guess if anyone has an excuse for accepting such evils it was me.... but I could of been and should have been much better. I was weak and wrong. I am sorry for that and I'm not just apologizing to you my lord... but also to all my friends, classmates, neighbors and especially my family. Life would have been much more different if I had the fortitude of a young Bruce Wayne.

God you know I am far from perfect. You know I have much more growing to do but lately I am starting to become somewhat proud of the person I have become. I think most that live a life like mine usually end up dying in the middle of their nightmares but seeing the person I have become has given me a sense of gratitude that I can't describe. I feel accomplished now! I feel like Wisdom is cooler than any super power I ever imagined. I feel like have succeeded because I know I am on the right track. So I thank you for giving the strength and luck I needed to survive to see the 2018 reflection of me. It's refreshing!

I guess you have forgiven me or as much as a parent could but I doubt it is really a clean slate because I feel like the karma scale is not quite in my favor. I think you have forgiven me enough to still love me and I love you for that. I don't want that to change. So please forgive me if I was wrong at Calvary Chapel a few weeks ago. Forgive me anytime and every time I share my philosophy with humanity but I don't care what your name is. I don't care what your son's name is. I don't care if my neighbors calls you Buddha, Allah, Jesus, Yoshua, Yahweh or God. I am calling you God or Lord soooooo please forgive me IF I am wrong. In addition I don't care about belonging to specific religion. I might attend a church again someday to absorb the spiritual aspects I yearn for but my religion is called love and it will never be convoluted by money or politics. It will never be defined by one denomination.

I must admit that I want you to ignore my gambling. I think many religious fanatics despise all types of gambling. Most of the religious world would classify gambling as a sin. So much so that I feel the need to ask you for forgiveness due to the stereotypes. However I have no weight on my shoulders and with my perspective I am praying for your forgiveness for all those like me around the globe. I might visit the casino twice a year. I might jump in the dice game at the homies. I might play DFS for the rest of my life but I am not ashamed.

In this world there are so many short cuts in life. People are always looking to get something for nothing. Some take extra breaks at work. Some steal from the tip jar. Students cheat on tests. Cops steal money. Politicians corrupt elections. The hardcore will sell drugs or rob banks but no matter what the short cut in life is, that short cut is always immoral. When someone in this life takes a shortcut it generally revolves around some form of lie. That is not the case when I play Black Jack. That is not the case when I bet $100 on the Lakers. I can spend $20 on a fantasy football team and if I study hard enough and get lucky enough that $20 can become $1,000,000 and not matter what anyone says in life... I can never stop taking that chance because there is no other legal short cuts in life. In fact the hope of winning on Draft Kings, at times.... might be the only thing keeping me from robbing someone or some bank. So this dice slinger is asking his creator, My GOD please don't hold it against us.

Finally my lord.. I don't think Sex is not a sin. It can't be! I must admit I have a passion for perversion but that is not a bad thing. Im not hurting anyone or disrespecting anyone. Enjoying sex is not bad and I won't let anyone tell me anything different. There are millions of mysteries about life but no matter what questions remain, no one can dispute the fact that a man and a women were meant for each other. Sex is spiritual. It's not only how we reproduce but it is indisputably tied to our love and happiness. Many people stereotype strip clubs, poly couples and the porn industry but the truth is I have no shame when it comes to my sexual desires. I have no shame because I am not hurting anyone. I know that all across the globe people use sex for power, manipulation, human trafficking and some do it for humiliation or pain. These are the sinners my lord. Those are the ones that deserve be cursed but there are many humans around the globe full of lust that truly deserve your forgiveness. Please don't hold it against the lovers, don't hold it against the romantic. If there is a human that keeps there perversions regulated to entertainment, healthy sex, true love and therapeutic happiness without hurting others or deceiving them.... please accepts their hearts. You made us this way so please accept me!

With that said, aside from my perversion and my fantasy football teams there is nothing in my behavior that anyone can use to judge me. Aside from that I don't "SIN". I no longer lie to people. I didn't resort to selling drugs or rob people even thou I had to sleep in my truck last month. I don't have any hate or prejudices against any genres of people for any reason. I don't practice evil or tolerate negativity. Somehow I have become a well rounded, generous, loyal, hard working, honest and helpful person. So if my few vices truly are "Sins" please remember my lord,... that there are millions that are worse than me. Please forgive me!

Fall Recap - The New Job

2018-11-12T16:39:00.000-08:00

It seems like ever since I started my new diary I have begun to see things much more clearly. The clarity is relieving but it really doesn't make life any easier. The ice I am skating on has never been thinner. I am barely surviving, barely eating and barely getting from point A to point B. I'm still alone, still searching for even more clarity and still broke. Evil and Bad Luck wont stop haunting me but just like the Shawn Mendes song says... I wont give up, it's not in my blood!

Recently I had some disturbing events at the airport interfere with my happiness, my money and my goals. People I were honest with lied to me. People I were loyal to betrayed me. People I looked up to showed me their true colors and shattered the love I had for them. I think someday soon i will add an entry to my diary explaining how I got started at the Riverside Airport and what lead me to where I am now but until then I am presently looking forward to the next phase of my life.

Regardless of the struggle, overall my Fall season of 2018 was progressive. I was able to improve my website and add to my new diary. I didn't miss a single day at the gym. I made a few new friends. I reacquired the domain for my Internet radio station which I aim to re launch before Christmas. Plus I got a new night job that is bringing in more income and helping me stay out of trouble at night.

This new night job is trip and I feel like I should share the struggle just in case your going through something similar. This place is a Pizza Sports Bar / Restaurant under new ownership and I am literally the newest and oldest employee. I was hired to wash dishes and handle the back of the house. I wanted to do this job because it's not only stress free and therapeutic for me but I know that it is one of the most important jobs of a restaurant with guaranteed hours. It's like the owner is really my client.. since me cleaning sooooo well is really an extension of my detail company's quality service. I like to call myself the Tasmanian Devil of Cleaning but the truth is it has nothing to do with skill or talents. lol. As always.. It's all about effort, pride and experience. So anyone over the age of 15 should know how to "clean" or do dishes but no matter where I go, what I do.. I am better than average Because I care and I try!

So instead of being used sporadically to get acquainted with the flow of things. I have worked 19 out of 25 evenings and not just working... but working like I own the company. As a result of my tempo and work ethic I am picking up the slack of others employees. My 15 minute smoke breaks end up being 8 minutes. It's like I am literally getting the work of two people done and almost every co worker has noticed. Once co worker said the owner could never keep up with my pace.

I am learning to fast. I am trying to hard. I am doing it for all the right reasons but it has already began to backfire. I didn't meet the so called "General Manager" until last week and I knew right away "He" was a drama queen. This "guy" has been a part of the company since it was owned by the previous manager so when he announced his job title arrogantly I immediately condemned him for the shape of this restuarant. This is the guy that is responsible for everything good and bad about this retuarant and he may very well be the reason the last owner had to sell. The new owner didnt go to pizza college or sports bar college. Regardless of his education buying a company like this for the first time is a hands on learning experience and the "new" owner cant fire the exisiting "general manager" becuase this general manager literally has more expierence.

I know this and the same common sense should be acknowledged by every other employee however I dont think there is a single person that is as "grateful" to be working there as I am. Its always about perspective and everyone is entitled to their own but I have to admit I wanted to beat the Generel Manager's Ass for his perspective and behaviors.

I was already busting my ass. Running around as if I owned the place and I was the only there turning wheels. Dishes, tables, fryer, pizza boxes , pizzas and food prep when the owner asked me to clean the restrooms. He said " i cant get these guys to do it and it should be done every 2 hours." I said " every 2 hours... Dome" and I proceeded to get back to work. I have no problem cleaning toilets as long as I have gloves on and the truth is I volunteered to clean the restrooms my first night but the night manager told me not to worry about it because is was the morning shifts job.

After I did the first to restrooms on the restaurants side I walked toward the 3rd and final restroom located on the bar side. I was gloved up carrying comet, windex and the antibacterial spray i bought for the owner and as I walked past the bar... All I heard was "man thats fucked up! They got you scrubbing toilets on your first day." I turned around and it was the so called "General Manager". He was drinkibg at the bar and he drunk as decided to follow me in the restroom.

I was disgusted by this dude already. This bitch ass had the nerve to tease me about cleaning the restrooms when this company considers it a morning shift duty and he is morning shift manager. He dogged me out for no reason at all. So I was technically more than disgusted but he fucked up and the truth is I am sooo happy he did. He was drunk so even though he was trying to manipulate the situation he was really just diggging his own grave. He seen my Krazy Face full of disgust so he first pretended to act as if he came in to make me aware of the leaking sink. He said verbatim " Has anyone told you about this?" as he pointed toward the bucket under the sink catching the leaking drain water. I replied with an annoyed "nope" and he went in on the owner. This so called general manager named Adam said he told the owner but he was too cheap fix it. He then said He would of fixed it but he wasnt a plumber and then his drunk ass said " I'm pretty sure your not a plumber either so we just keep the bucket under there"

I was more disgusted but blown away by his willingness to make this his first impression. I took one glance at the leak and quickly said..." I can fix that no problem, it just needs a new gasket". I'm not a plumber but the leak is more than visible and anyone with conmon sense or google could have diagnosed that problem. Like I said before.. Its usually about effort.

It was at that moment he showed his true intentions. He snitched on himself and explained to me and God why he decided to dog me out. As I announced that I could fix the sink by replacing the gasket his faced twisted into fear strucken puzzled drunken puff of breath asking me " What do you do here?" And before I replied it dawned on me that it was my work ethic that he was scared of. It was my work ethic that triggered his complex to dog me out. It was my work ethic that backed him into a corner and caused him to play himself. It clicked faster than my brain could signal a response so I immediately turned my response into the ultimate mind fuck for this drunken vampire. I just replied by saying " I do everything" as I continued cleaning the toliet.

Adam response was shocking. He drunk ass still thought he was in charge. He literally thought he was smarter than me and felt as if he was in control of the situation. This guy had the nerve to say "Well I think He (the owner) is taking advantage of you."

Really? WTF!!!!!!

God knows I wanted to smash his fruity mouth into the muthafuckin mirror and slice his vampire lips up sooooo bad that he could never suck another cock or kiss another asshole for work ever agian. I wanted make sure he had to work like me at his jext job.... But I held that day dream in check. In fact I didn't even tell him that I knew that the only reason this restroom is neglected is because he is dirty person and a poor manager. I held my emotions... I held in the truth... All because my kids deserve christmas presents and I need new tires but I couldnt hold in our interaction as the owner walked by me moments later. I felt so dirty holding it in. I just had to tell the owner. So i did and I also told him that I want him to take advantage of me, I said.. " I'm here to work dude, I'm on your team".

Minimum wage was $8.50 last time I worked for another company and this is a perfect example of why. I was so grateful that the owner hired me, that the work ethic that I displayed to show my appreciation instilled fear into the self proclaimed "general manager". He tried to psychologically play me against the hand that was feeding us both. I could have not only lost my job but wound up in jail because of this human beings warped mind and irrational behaviors. Which leads me back to my original point.... You can't fault the brand new business owner that recently bought a business and has to learn on the fly. You fault the self proclaimed General Manager that has been there for 5 years playing games with other peoples time, money and lives. I would offered to run the bar and restaurant for the owner, I mean I could literally do everything for the owner so he could find another location to open up but I know deep down he isnt going to make it worth my while and there is no point of taking on that responsibility and commitment without being compensated appropriately. So I guess that is explains why Adam is still working there.

Nothing and no one is perfect especially this new job but I dont tolerate evil So Adam is on my blacklist. I'm still working there but with him being a keyholder.. I have no idea how long that will last. Today I get my first real check from working there and after I buy new tires I am going to focus on finishing my Christmas shopping. It's getting cold. Winter is here and I'm focused on prepping for 2019 as I aim to make the new year my most successful and profitable year yet. I have alot of work to do but like I said in my intro I have a very progressive Fall.

Picnic with AJ

2018-11-03T16:18:00.000-07:00

Today it was just AJ and I at the Towngate Memorial Park in Moreno Valley. We had a much needed picnic, just the two of us lounging, talking and making each other laugh. AJ is my youngest and at 5 years of age he currently loves me more than anyone else on this planet does. Which is why I wanted today to be just the 2 of us.

I brought a back pack full of goodies. Peanut butter and Jelly, cookies and Kool Aid Singles. I brought the wiffle balls and batting tee plus a surprise stocking stuffer I decided to give him early. Our morning got interesting before we even left the driveway as a neighbor of my Ex asked me to him help jump start his PT Cruiser. We did and the fella gave me a few dollars for helping, which I immediately gave to AJ.

AJ had a few dollars burning a hole in his pocket so he asked me to take him to the dollar store. We ended up going inside Fallas and the dollar store next door. In all my little guy purchased some slime, sticky tape, an oversized pen and a mini dart gun. We literally wasted the money but it is what made him happy... and those smiles are priceless! After that I took him to Winco Grocery Store because I wanted to show him the giant barrels of candy. I told him he could pick out a few and I would treat him if he shared the leftovers with his brother and sister.

Once we got to the park I gave him his stocking stuffer. He is holding it up in the picture I attached to this entry. You cant tell in the pic but there is also a Batman and Wonder woman, inside of the Harley Quinn toy. I knew he would love it after getting familiar with these characters at Six Flags Magic Mountain. This little guy is soooo funny. He bought the sticky tape to put over his mouth. He bought the Oversized pen to show me he learned how to write the word DAD at school. Of course he tried to shoot my eyes out with the dart gun and eventually I showed him how to make a pizza crust with his ball of slime.

AJ was on the playground with other kids. I was listening to radio, making the sandwiches and praying with gratitude for being able to enjoy such a moment. We took some batting practice and just talked for a few minutes. AJ told me how school was going, he said he really likes Kindergarten even thou a lot of the kids are mean. AJ said one boy scratched him with a broken pencil. Then told me one boy created a lie to tell about him. So he said he doesn't want to be friends with them. I couldn't help but tear up a little bit. He is a boy and I do expect him to be strong, tough and learn to absorb the cruelty of this world without letting it destroy him but it really is depressing to see him learning that lesson in his first few month of Kindergarten.

I tried to avoid such a school environment. When My daughter started school I moved my family into the cheapest apartment that was still in range of Riverside best Elementary School. My Son with there too but after my Ex and I separated she moved back to Moreno Valley. So AJ isn't going to the best Elementary School in Riverside, instead he is going to one of the most ghetto school in Moreno Valley. The teachers care less, the academic expectations and curriculum are not as advanced or efficient and it's apparent that the children's behaviors are worse. I knew the diffference between districts, communities, and lifestyle. I wanted better for my children but AJ got short changed because me and his mother seperated. So I promised AJ that he would be back in Riverside for 1st grade.

We had a good day, in fact it was a great day and this is one of the main reasons I created this diary. I don't want to ever forget this day. Now it is documented forever! It was a great memory and the Kodak moment can be reflected on, not only by myself or AJ but also the rest of family as well,... even thou they were not there with us. I love this guy so much and he deserves for his father to be the best he can be. So I'm trying and even thou he knows it now, hopefully this diary will make sure he never forgets it.

Why Am I Homeless?

2018-10-30T15:15:00.000-07:00

I think every human needs a diary. I believe we all deserve to be understood and remebered. There are always different versions and perspectives to each story but when it comes to "Life" there are a billions stories... Here is mine.

It can be very depressing when I think about being homeless. The thoughts that go through a human beings mind when they dont have a roof over there head are far from heavenly. As a teenager I robbed people and solded drugs to get out of the streets. As an adult I am continually suppressing those urges on daily basis because that is not the person I want to be. Lucky for me I still have a "roof" but skating on such thin ice reminds me daily,.. that can change in an instant. I'm not pushing a shopping cart or sleeping behind a dumpster but the reality is im just one mistake away from being there. Any more bad luck on the wrong day and I might as well try to rob a bank because sleeping in a jail cell doesnt sound too bad when it's cold and rainy in these streets.

So while I might not look, act or smell like the true definition of a homeless person... I am homeless. As much as I hate to admit it... I have never had a "Home". Yes I have had instantances that could have been or should have been "Home" but it never was. I lived 85% of my childhood either in the streets alone or being taken care of by someone that not only didnt love me but they weren't even related to me. I would imagine that somewhere some orphan in the world was loved way more than me.Yes I know there are plenty of people with much a harder life but I'm just putting it into perspective so you, my kids and my Bonnie can understand what type of homeless man I really aim.

After I was born not only did my father ignore me but my 16 year old mother was kicked out by her cop father. After being kidnapped at 3 years old, my sister and I went to 20 different elementary schools until I was big enough to defend us from being abused. At that point I was put into a few foster homes before finally being reunited with my mother after 8 years. Less than 3 years later I was back in the streets. I was tired of being the black seed. Tired of not knowing love. Tired of fighting. So I ended up juvenile hall, group homes and emancipation placements. I ran away. I awoled. I lived with gang members, drug dealers, friends, classmates and teammates.

I actually spent Y2K in juvenile hall Thanks to Chris trying to race an S-10 with Xmas lights (story coming) I got my G.E.D. shortly after and was relased at midnight when I turned 18.

I had roomates for my brief stint in college and after that basically always had my own place. But after going to jail in 2002, I went back to my Mom's house for a few months. Now I will go deeper into these stories but for now I am painting a picture of my timeline.... I have always been "home" less. In 2003 when my daughter was born I got my own apartment and asked my baby moma to move in but she refused.

It wasnt until our second child that she finally moved in with me and no matter how much I tried. No matter how much I cried, nothing I could have done would have turned our apartment into a home. It takes family, it takes teamwork and the love that remained missing kept me from knowing what the comfort in having a home really feels like.

12 years of living together in 4 different apartments. We paid other peoples mortgages instead of buying our own "home". Then after trying soooo hard to change her, we made it worse and worse until we eventually separated.

After that first person I rented from was an older hispanic woman with 4 children all my age living in the same home. I only lived there for one month because she flipped out and tried to have an intervention after I put one 12 ounce can of beer in her fridge. Then very next lady I rented from was soooo drunk one night she was fighting with herself. I literally ran down stairs to protect her and she was yelling at herself. I moved out the next day. I even rented a back house last spring and it feel good enough to bring my kids. I mowed the lawned, bought xmas presents and washed cars in addition to paying rent. It lasted a year until this past April but ended up really bad after I found a ladder by bathroom window. Yes I will have to blog about that someday but for now Im just asking myself... And maybe GOD, "Why am I homeless?"

I don't get it. Is it because of my family or the family I tried to create? Is it some Presley curse that I am meant to suffer? Am I really that bad of a person? Am I really failing at life?

I know I'm "Crazy", stubborn and different but I'm right and I'm doing things for the right reasons... I can't help it. I follow my heart and live for the day. So with Xmas right around the corner my homeless ass is already buying Xmas gifts every chance I get. My kids, my friends, my clients and more... I can't help it. Sometimes I wish I could.

So although I don't understand why I'm homeless, I do know it's not going to be matter of price or location. Finding a true home for would mean finding a true family. I think only the love, loyalty and team work that goes into a strong family can make a happy home. So until then I will suffer because I must admit... Its safer, cheaper and at times it is better than living with someone that doesnt love you. I don't know how much longer I can take it, sleeping in my truck, cheap motels and friends couchs but I know that if I can't find a "Home" ... I will be preparing to build one.

Dear Bonnie

2018-10-23T13:48:00.002-07:00

Hey Bonnie, I know you are out there somewhere and one day you will find this diary, hopefully sooner than later. To be honest you're part of the reason I started this blog. Like I said before,.. I always do things for multiple reasons and this blog wasn't just so I could vent for my mental health, share my wisdom with my children or so i could talk to God but I think this diary could eventually be the best chance I have finding you. Being single while creating this blog, I knew one day this diary of mine would be very important to serve as the ultimate filter weeding out gold diggers, mall rats & social media whores. So that I am not distracted when I finally find My Bonnie, My Octavia Blake , My Harley Quinn.

Opening up to strangers is not easy, even when you have hope they are the one for you. So this just might be the way for a guy like me. One thing is for sure, It certainly wont hurt as much as dating the wrong people.

One night I was on a date at Lake Alice in Riverside. I wasn't drinking but it is a Historic Bar Downtown that my date suggested because she wanted to drink. We were shooting pool and getting to know each other for a few hours when she decided to ask about my family. I told her about me being kidnapped as a child. She literally called me a liar and I think she had the perspective that I wanted her "Sympathy Love/Sex" but either way, she doubted me and had the nerve to say it to my face. So her brain not only cost her a fun date, potential boyfriend but also cost her a potentially good long term friend.

I was a little butt hurt about it but I know that it is the way of the world that causes people to act like this so I knew it had nothing to with me or my character and eventually realized that that would be the last time I tell my story on a date. From now on each date is all bout fun and when my date asks me to tell them more about myself I will send her a link to Presley's Diary and get back to having fun.

So to all the potential Bonnie's in the world, it's not just this new entry but this whole diary is for you because I truly hope you are a major part of my finally chapters, my happy ending. I hope that when you read it God allows you to hear my tone, without misperceiving my intentions. I am a good man that wants to be great. I am a better a parent than my parents but I can be soooo much better!

I have suffered my whole life being a love neglected, lost child. For as long as I can remember I have been searching for a real love, real family and real home. I have told a few people over the past year that I feel like I'm stuck in this purgatory of quick sand. It's like my subconscious is refusing to move forward without "My Bonnie". I tried to snap out of it but I can't. The heart wants what it wants! I don't like drunk casual sexual encounters with strangers. I don't want to be a player. I just want my Bonnie... and just like very other man, I do have my fingers crossed that she is a true bisexual.

I have never had a Ride or Die Chick. No die hard to ride the bus with me. No one to hustle with. I can't even find someone to ride a roller coaster with. I need you Bonnie! No one loves me for me and I think that my life is totally different because of it. For an example my cell phone has 3 dating apps on it right now. I don't have enough free space to download instagram and other apps I can use as tools to make money but I refuse to delete the dating apps to make space because I need love. Like I said.... All I want is my Bonnie and that is just one small example of what how distracting and counter productive "the search" for Bonnie can be. Not to mention all the great things we could have accomplished together if we met in Jr High School. Yes my life is different because of it but it is what it is right?

The truth is my baby momma loved me more than anyone else in my life ever has. Even to this day, she would let me borrow money if I needed it. In fact she is the only person I would even ask for a loan and we really could live together again because she is that chill but the truth is I'm not. She loves me but she didn't love me more than anything in this world. She didn't love me, as much as I loved her. She didn't love me enough to change or grow. I recorded over 100 songs including a valentines day song for her and she probably doesn't even remember one single lyric from it. I produced way more beats and throughout it all she never once gave me good or bad criticism. I use to beg her to help me when I was working at the club because I needed someone I could trust to collect the money at the door but she refused. There are soooo many times I asked her to do something for me or suggested she do something for herself and she flat out refused or ignored me. She has no passions, no goals and no hobbies. My Ex has no desire for higher education and doesn't really care if the kids go to college either. I once asked her " You really don't care if the kids work fast food?" and her reply was "It's a job"

She isn't the one for me....but that's because she doesn't want to be. She could have tried but she refused. I may not now what true love it but I do know it is not that. She refused to be my housewife and kept her job, not to survive or make due but as a declaration of Independence. Her stubborn need for Independence was also her way of telling me she didn't trust me or believe in me. That hurts a man, especially when he is in love. It really gets to me sometimes cause I cant help but day dream about how my family and life would be if only she moved in with me in 2003 and treated me like her king. I even proposed to her 3 times and she refused each time. She refused to let me turn her into a queen and for the record she looks like the GREEN FIONA while 9 out of 10 women on Tinder look better.

Nevertheless I still love her... more than anyone else in my life, even more than my kids. When I mention her in this diary it's not to ever talk bad about her... But only explain my point view and share my pain. She is not a bad person, she isn't a bad mom but she isn't my best friend. and she would be the first to admit that she isn't the one for me.

See what I have learned is that I need someone that is all about me. It might sound selfish but I am not asking for something I'm not willing to give. Technically.. we should eventually become a team, and then it would become all about "us". Its suppose to be about our lives, our family, our success and our happiness. It might sound impossible to find especially considering most woman my age have kids, not to mention their schooling or careers. Plus I have learned the hard way that I wont even be treated as an equal let alone find a single mother to love me and trust me enough to give me 110%. No one will ever put me first, even when the situation is deserving. Even when Im right, doing things for the right reason.. These fake Bonnies refuse to comply, due to the selfish defensive stubbornness that have adopted into their characters. I was dating one woman ( Dr. Diaz, Diary Entry Coming Soon) 2 years ago who's child was 11 months old and not even standing up. It was her first child but we all know every child should be walking between 11-13 months old. She didn't have a training walker or nothing. I basically taught him how to walk, treated this Lil guy like he was my own. However Dr Diaz never trusted me enough to take my advice either. Even that first day I told her that her son was behind schedule walking she said the Doctor said it was normal for him not to be walking yet. I almost flipped out before I thought to ask about the timing of his last Doctors visit, (lol) he was only 6 or 7 month months at the time visit so of course the doctor would say that but because it was 4 month ago. Maybe she would have known better if Dr Diaz was a real Doctor. Smh! She didn't treat me as an equal, even thou i treated her son like mine. instead she used her son, her ex, her babysitting, work and other excuses to keep me from being number #1.

The struggle is real. It's so real that I just realized I could never say everything I need to say in one blog entry. I could never fit it all into an online dating bio and I could never explain it all in just one date. So I decided moments ago that this is the first of many letters I will write to my Bonnie. That means Dear Bonnie - Part 2 is coming soon. Until then..... Be Good!

Meeting Maricela

2018-10-21T17:30:00.000-07:00

Right now I'm lounging at the park with about an hour to kill before I need to clock in my new night Job. I actually like my new job and so far I like everyone there except Dennis the Menace. I'm starting to think this might work out and the environment of Pizza, Beer, Wings and Sports can be something I could get use to. Same could be said for my lunch date Maricela but unfortunately that may very well be a one side story.

I literally got butterflies this morning when Mari had confirmed to meet me at Buffalo Wild Wings. I was excited but I'm sure the butterflies had a lot to do with her looks. She is a medical assistant from Upland that I matched with on Tinder and we were suppose to go to the drive in last night but I got called into work for the 3rd night in a row. So instead we had lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings to get to know each other.

It was amazing how much we have in common. The first thing she did was ask me if I watched the Lakers game last night? Really? That was probably the best introduction I ever received especially considering it brought out laughter as I reminded her that I was working last night so I was listening while I worked. So We talked about the Rajon Rondo fight with Chris Paul. I was already vibing with this lady seconds into our date and it didn't stop there! We have so much in common. We are both thrifty shoppers looking for bargains, refusing to pay retail. We both love seafood. We both have dreams of retiring on our own self sufficient farm with our own garden, fish, chicken etc. She loves several of the bands I love and I could tell she would be a great concert buddy.

As usual... Someone tried to ruin our day but God loves me and sent me the intuition to suppress the negative energy trying to invade our date. (in the words of Kendrick Lamar, "I can feel your energy 2 planets away") I didn't realize it until after but it was Godly the way I knew what was going on next to us at Buffalo Wild Wings. We sat at the bar for faster service but thankfully neither of us felt like drinking.

About 20 minutes into our conversation I could her the man next to us grunting, sighing and breathing depressingly. I felt a negative wave of energy and it's rip tide in my vicinity. I knew without looking, the man on our left was disgusted with life and my assumption was either his team / wager was losing or he was tired of hearing our convo. Him acting that way because of our meet and greet conversation just wasn't right, regardless of his life... Or his struggle. Nevertheless I found a psychological pivot and I jokingly told Maricela " I warned you that I talk to much".." These guys at the bar are prolly wishing we went to Starbucks" LMAO!

The freaking drunk blurts out "damn right, I am just like ugh" as he raised his hand to signal his tolerance was at it's limit.

Yes he had that nerve...to rudely interrupt our first date conversation. I couldn't help but start laughing because I was I knew immediately my instinctive intuition was 100% on point. I felt so blessed to be in tune to such a frequency that it helped me ignore the anger. I knew danger was on my left even thou my date and never once spoke to him. Actually I never even looked his way until after his statement but even thou I was laughing on the outside my blood was beginning to boil as that moment began to set in.

I told Maricela I knew he didn't like us. Maybe it was my voice or maybe his team, his date, his life.. Who knows, but I sensed it and somehow defused it by letting him see the reflection of his behavior as I Basically I told him It's a good thing we aren't both drinking today.

That's why I don't like drinking around strangers. That's basically how my brother died and the sad thing was my date and I didn't even drink or do anything to out ourselves in harms ways. He tried once more to be negative when he butted into our conversation after he heard me tell Mari that if I was 6'3" I would still be a Laker, right now at 36 years old.. This drunk said "Yeah you and me both" ... I looked his overweight, out of shape frame up and down to announced "Dude, I still have a 40 inch vert, you look like you never had one"... He squealed and looked at Maricela like I was being mean. Wow! He soon left and lucky for us without ruining our first date.

We finally finished our $15 sampler platter at Wild Wings and then we spent another hour or so window shopping in the plaza nearby. It was pretty cool getting to know Maricela and we have more in common than I expected. I mean she even loves to go camping. I could easily fall for this woman but there are always two sides to that story.

Mari has only been single a few months. In fact I was her first online date. Whether she knows it or not, she is at the stage where she doesn't really want a relationship because the last one was so bad for so long. So she is really at the stage where she just wants to breathe. Not to mention she is technically too busy to "Date". After work, school and being a mother, I'd probably end being another boty call. Soon she will start to discover what she really wants but for now she just wants to breathe. She didn't have to admit this for me to acknowledge but when I asked she did agree. So even if we are a good match. Even if I am the best man she finds online. There is a slight chance it's just bad timing for us. There is a chance this is the last time I mention her in my diary.

I have to let her breathe. I have to let her date. I have to because I was once in that same mind state. I can't rush that process but I can the door open. She is certainly worth the patience. Maybe she will get to know me more. Maybe she will tell me I am the one for her. I have no idea what tomorrow may bring but I do know I really want to see her again. Hopefully we can go to Freight Fest before it's over. Regardless of the future I'm hope that we could be great friends no matter what happens. It was a good lunch date and I will never forget Meeting Maricela.

Can We Boycott These Fake Ministries?

2018-10-18T15:47:00.001-07:00

I am literally working on 3 different blog entries at the moment but due to my attention span and vibe it is taking a little time to say things how i want to say them. That is part of the reason I prefer writing as oppose to random video rants in the heat of the moment. With that said this blog entry is a quick rant. LOL! However it's not random. I have thought about this issue for the past few years and now it's time to share my perspective with you. Maybe you agree, maybe you don't care! Some of you will think I'm way out of pocket but it's my diary, my life and regardless of what you think... my intentions are good.

Recently the world renowned pastor Joel Osteen refused to open he doors to his church as a shelter for Hurricane Harvey Victims. He claimed the for NBA arena was flooded however locals quickly posted pictures on Social Media to prove he was lying. His congregation not only donated but helped him collect enough money to turn Lakewood Church into the most powerful church in America. Joel Osteen basically had the strongest religious voice in our country and He was evil enough to turn his back on his community just like Gabriel Stokes in The Walking Dead. Not o mention Joel Osteen lied about it after... instead of begging us and God for forgiveness, after telling the truth.

On a smaller scale that basically happened to me today. God's "Children, God's "Church" basically asked for something they were not willing to give. It wasn't the the first time it happened to me and to be honest I woke up this morning with less than $12 to my name.I never asked for handouts. never been on welfare as an Adult. For the record I spent that $12 on gas and a protein bar so when I was exiting the dollar store and this guy approaches me... I put him and his "Ministry" to the test.

This is at least the 4th time in the past year that I decided to not put my change in their buckets but instead I asked them if I could borrow a dollar. Each time I asked, these so called children of God to borrow a dollar. I was not only rejected but disrespected. In this case, This fake Christian didn't speak back he just gave me a thumbs up to ridicule my response. I have less money than any pastor in America and this guy not only had a spiffy $100 costume but dude has on brand new white shoes. I wanted to take his bucket, take his stupid unnecessary costume and make him walk home for turning his back on me,... Lord knows if I lived in the Wild Wild West Cowboy era I would have. I would have put the costume on and handed out all that money to the people walking in.

I always give to the needy. A few months ago I bought one woman shoes at Goodwill cause she was walking barefoot. I didn't know she was a tweaker when I offered but I still bought them for her. I have given my change to a homeless even when I'm homeless. I have paid for someone's lunch, bus ride home, gas and more. I am far from selfish. I am the type to give random Christmas presents and once I even argued with my baby momma about donating to a local turkey drive. She said we could barely afford it so why would I spend my money to help someone else. I told her We can barley afford it.... some people can't afford it at all. Regardless... if even one of these fake Christian's would have been godly enough to actually agree to give a homeless broke orphan like me a single dollar, then I would have turned it down and found the strength to give him whatever change I did have.

That didn't happen and it just shows that fake religions, fake ministries and crooked children of God are manipulating our society for their benefits. Last time I was at the dollar store that were threatening to call the police on a homeless man for doing the same thing but it's okay for this guy cause his has a fancy suit. FUCK THAT! Your change is paying for their hypocrisy, this fancy ass costume and the dry cleaning. Your donations are paying for Joel Osteen's luxury home and luxury car. I just can't do it. Espcially since I have never had a luxury car. When I am in the position to give to the needy I make sure it's hand to hand, eye to eye. I make sure it feels right.

Maybe you don't agree but I'm right! Somebody somewhere already has an excuse or technicality that they thinks make its all okay... but it's not okay. It's part of the reason a pastor's child refuses to go to church. It's part of the reason a pastor's child would grow into MGK. That's right, Machine Gun Kelly is the son of pastor. I love life. I love God! This is apart of life that tell me it's not safe to love humans. We can make a change. You can still help a church by volunteering your time. You can find a family in need that will use that donation to get through rough patch. Give a Christmas present to foster child something but please, please?! Can We Boycott these Fake Ministries.

It Was Suppose To Be A Good Day

2018-10-13T16:06:00.002-07:00

Well I had been mentally prepared to deliver a good news blog entry this weekend but unfortunately I feel much worse than this emoji looks. I am sitting down in the public library, out of the rain, listening to the Dodgers playoff game, blogging... really just trying to keep it together.

Before we get caught up lets rewind it to Thursday after I finished up at the airport with one of my regulars. Around noon on Thursday I was paid by my client $180 for my services. After waking up with just $4.00 to my name I had planned my Thursday afternoon route to accommodate my errands, 3 jobs interviews and a trip to gym. First stop was getting gas after spending $30 for gas I was down to just $154.00. My next stop was to apply for a job at a local pizza shop which I knew was hiring because I found their ad posted on the Indeed App while I was at the gym the night before. I really get tired of the mainstream job hiring formula and really don't have the patience to jump thru hoops for all these companies paying peanuts and treating you like slaves. So I was really hopeful this was the place for me simply because of the work environment and knowing it was a self owned business.

I went in to fill out an application and speak with manager for an interview just like the ad on Indeed said to do but the green haired chop top cashier wasn't having it. This dude literally turned me away and told me I needed to bring a resume for the owner to review. We were just 20 feet away from the owner and dude was literally not trying to fill the position that was needed to be filled. I was pissed because I had the feeling he was hating on me or my Punisher t-shirt (lol) and the ad said nothing about bringing a resume.... or I would have. So I headed back to my truck thinking about the gas I wasted, when I got the urge to got back in the pizza shop. I grabbed one of my business flyers for my mobile detail service and proceeded back into the pizza shop.

This time the green haired oversized Dennis the Menace look alike was nowhere to be found instead the owner was there taking inventory. I had no idea he was the owner but I told him the cashier said I need a resume and handed him my flyer. I said can you please give this to the manager and tell him "that guy" needs a part time job. He took one look at the flyer and pointed toward the table for an interview as he gave the cashier a hard time for not giving me a chance. The owner this pizza shop is ironically middle eastern decent but unlike my last job interviewer, this man was very polite, respectful and shook my hand with all five fingers like a real man should. He spoke perfect English and within minutes we had agreed for me to start the next evening by auditioning for an unpaid 2 hour shift. Basically I was hired as long as my 2 hour try out went well.

Well I actually had to plan on stopping by a factory for an interview as well as apply at America's Tires but since things eventually worked out at the pizza shop I felt content enough to skip the factory. So I headed to my storage facility to pay my monthly dues. Its $120 for 10'x20' shipping container. It has my all my belongings and I basically use it as a giant closet, visiting every few days to swap out clothes, shoes etc. Now I am down to $34 after paying for my storage unit and after making sure I have work clothes I head for America's Tires.

I still needed to America's Tires pull a nail from my tire and plug my tire. Since they were hiring and the tire plug is FREE, I still had to hit them up and see whats what. I got there a immediately decided not to apply, it wasn't the fact that I had the pizza shop on the burner but it was the idea of slaving for the owner of a company that was never going to see my sweat. It was the idea of working with a bunch of knuckle heads that's just got out of jail. I just didn't want to be a tire robot doing the same thing, all day, everyday. So I asked the tire guy to pull my nail and plug my tire but he informed that the tread on the tire was too worn out and I need a new front pair, plus an alignment. WTF!? That is $300 or more, that I don't have.😩 All I could do tell the tire guy maybe next week as I walked toward the truck praying with my somber head down.

From there I am headed to gym and I got a call on my business phone for 3 washes and interior detail. One of my clients referred me to someone new and I was so happy after we confirmed for Saturday ( today ) morning. I'm literally surviving on a day to day basis and between the pizza shop on my new client I was set to have a great, rejuvenating weekend. Before I could finish my workout, The pizza shop called and texted me asking me if I wanted to audition that night. of course I said yes and I turned my 2 hour audition into 3 and 1/2 hours. I even went back last night after doing all my laundry and towels for detailing but last night halfway into my 4 hour shift it started raining and when they told me it was raining outside, My heart stopped. I knew instantly... that my work scheduled for today would be cancelled and I would be to poor to eat this weekend. I have been surviving of protein shakes and protein bars for the past few months as it is but these past few weeks its been worse.. and worse.

You know they say when it rains, it pours... and it sure poured last night. over the past few months I have been frequently sleeping in the back of my truck. I have a camper shell, pillows, blankets and a futon in the back. last night it rained so hard I learned my camper shell is no longer weather proof. The window and other seals are bad and before I knew it, All my blankets, pillows and futon was soaked with cold rain water. I literally had to weather the storm, shivering all night trying to sleep.

I woke up today and went to the laundry mat without any quarters so i had to slide my debit card for the transaction. I had to dry all my stuff... I had no choice, then got some scotch tape to try to seal the seals temporarily. Then I tried to use my debit card for food and realized I couldn't. The Laundry mat doubled charged my debit card.

Today was suppose to be a good day. This blog entry was suppose to be happy, upbeat and full og good news. Instead, the rain washed away my good day and I'm basically living a reality much similar to all the hurricane victims around the globe. It's hard! I know my life could be much worse but I feel like the longer it takes to get better, the more likely it will become worse. I'm trying to stay strong, trying not to lose hope but no matter how strong I am or how hard I try... there is really nothing I can do about my bad luck.... or "God's Will".

I will do what I can. I will survive what I can..... but the reality is, if i can't? I won't! So pray for me fam! I need it!

Google - Locate My Device

2018-10-09T16:06:00.002-07:00

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What's Fam? This blog entry is really just a part 2, sharing the aftermath of me having my truck broken into at 24 Hours Fitness. I learned about a pretty cool feature that Gmail users can access if they need to. I had to break my blog entry into two parts due to the length of my entry plus I needed a break myself. This blog entry should be much shorter but it is something that just had to be shared.

Before I get into my new technological discovery I want to touch on the facts that I am a father of 3 and I think every parent should be woke enough to know about Google's new feature. My sister and I were kidnapped at in the 80's,... way before an "Amber. Alert." So I had to share the second part to my story but trust me... it gets deeper than what you think.

So as my last blog entry explained, the Eastvale Police and the 24 Hour Fitness Staff were both uncooperative and technically useless in helping me discover who stole my stuff or recover my property. Which only justifies why people like me never call the police. So the next day it dawned on me that I should login into my email and social media accounts to avoid them being compromised in any fashion. While trying to change my passwords I notice a highlighted hyperlink titled "Lost Device" and then immediately after I clicked on it I found another button that said "Locate My Device."

Within seconds Google told me exactly what apartment my laptop tablet was in. The City, Street, and exact apartment. So not only did Google provide measures to secure my email account but the new features can go as far as retrieving your stolen property and its sooo much deeper than that. Imagine being able to actually be Liam Neeson and save your kidnapped daughter after being Taken! Now it's one thing for Google to be a better library, Thomas Guide, video game arcade but this is me waking up to the fact that Google is soon to be better police than the police and that is best case scenario assuming the technology is used for more good than evil. Regardless... you cant ignore the fact that we are programming the master A.I. with a superior algorithm which could be one day used against humanity.

It's sad to admit it but if the sake of humanity depended on sending 10,000 into space or an underground bunker the Google would be best to decided which humans should be chosen. Maybe you can be open minded enough to admit Google should choose who goes to Heaven as well. Google already knows almost every human beings secrets, habits, tendencies and it can see and hear everything about our lives. Google's A.I. can or will everything be the almighty eye policing and with an introspective vision into every humans life,... that CPU would know who is really needed and deserving.

You know I had to put that splinter in your mind but in conclusion I want every single one of you the get your kids cell phones regardless of their age. Make sure your kids devices and all your expensive devices have a family Gmail account just in case you need to locate that device. If your luck is anything like mine you will have a better chance of handling things on your own instead of depending on the Eastvale Police Department, local surveillance, etc. So until next time loved ones... Be good, Be Safe!

24 Hour Fitness Owes Us All An Apology

2018-10-01T14:36:00.000-07:00

So this afternoon while I was in the gym someone got into my truck and took my 3 year old backpack, 4 year old laptop / tablet, 2 year old Akai midi controller and 5 fully loaded usb drives. I had that stuff sooooo long but I took such good care of, they could have lasted another 3 years. My usb drives had beats, my own music catalog, concert photos, family photos, graphics, logos and contracts. That backpack was very important too me but the 24 hour fitness staff and Eastvale police made me feel 100 times worse.

After getting back to my truck I immediately knew my bag was missing. I was 100% sure it was in there because I charged and brought it along specifically so I could go to Buffalo Wild Wings after the gym and finish by blog entry about LA Fitness while I watched the Sunday Night Football Game. So I went back in the gym and asked the cashier to find someone I could speak with about getting access to their parking lot surveillance. The cashier appeared to be compassionate at first and said I'm sorry. She even said " It has been happening alot lately"

Shortly after, their "Sales Manager" and "Assistant Sales Manager" approached me and gave them both fist bumps and told them what happened. I explained that these guys didn't break any window or locks but when I was arriving I noticed tow trucks outside. So logically I assumed it was the tow truck drivers... Knowledge and tools.... Plus its not the first time I found tow truck drivers to be breaking into vehicles. So even thou it was a long shot I was hoping 24 hour fitness would see if there was any weird activity going on near my truck during that time frame.

The Sales Manager tried to tell me that if I wanted them to access the surveillance footage located on the gym's building,... I would have to call the cops and file a police report first. WTF!? Can you believe that? I know I'm not the only one that thinks the video should be looked at first. It's actually common sense. So I asked the manager "why would we call the cops and waste their time if there is nothing on the surveillance footage for them to identify" Then he explains its company policy not to lets customers see the surveillance footage.

Okay bro let me put it like this...I'm asking you to help me, you can easily accommodate that but your telling me you wont because " its company policy"

You cant imagine how I truly wanted to react at that very moment. It's moments like this in life when I realize that there is a very thin line between an Angel and a Terrorist. To put it lightly I wanted to go into a Tasmanian Devil , Jon Conner esqe frenzy because at that moment Mark Reel Jr's decided to tell me that I was no longer talking to a human being whom I asked for help but instead I was communicating with a robotic cyborg extension of " the company" that was programmed to follow a specific playbook with thousands of loop holes designed to defend the company's financial bottom line. So in the spirit of the resistance.... I wanted to flip out and murk a couple robots.

Why??? Well let me simplify it for you.

If Mark Reel Jr's mother or his neighbor's vehicle was broken into today,.. We all know damn well his Bitch Ass would have looked at the video well before the cops arrived.

Needless to say, I got the cops called on me for putting someone in their place. I did nothing illegal, I was a disgruntled customer voicing my displeasure and Mark Reel Jr decides to tell me I was trespassing and If I don't leave he will "have to" call the cops.

Once again... I was about to end up in jail for being the victim. FML! I didn't leave.. Instead I got louder and the conversation went like this. "Your cashier just told me this has been happening all the time, you haven't hired a security guard and now you're not even trying to look at the surveillance footage for me. That is when Mark announced with such conviction that 24 hour fitness doesn't own any parking lots and are not responsible for the cars parked outside. O.M.G.

S.M.H. what the hell does the ownership of the parking lot have to do with anything? I don't care who owns the parking lot and I never said the gym was responsible.(when in fact, in court their NEGLECT could be deemed responsible)

Mark was talking to me like I was child his assistant was talking to me in a way more respectful tone but they were both saying the same shit and I had to break it down for them. They have a camera that may have recorded a the person that stole my stuff. They have access to the surveillance footage and instead of helping me they are telling me they don't own the parking lot and they are not responsible.

I hope everyone reading this is paying attention. 24 Hour Fitness and their staff does not care about your well being. In fact I have been to four different locations and each parking lot has broken glass not to mention signs posted on the main entrance telling customers of the frequent thefts. The don't care about the safety of your vehicles while you and YOUR CHILDREN are inside their facility. The company was well aware of the problem but chose everyday not to hire a security guard.

If you think that is sad, picture this! I looked up into the security camera and noticed it 4 different lens inside, pitched like a fork of eyes to see a 180° spread. So I knew that If I could watch the footage I could find something. So when the cops arrive I approached officer Issac and explained it all.

In total 3 cop cars showed up which validated my opinion that we should have looked at the film before we even bothered them. Then after 30 minutes of me standing outside waiting the cops came out with surveillance footage of someone that said was me. The accused me of walking in the gym, checking in and immediately walking back outside. I looked at the footage and it was soooo obvious that it wasn't me but Officer Morales ( Badge #4859 ) argued with me about in a very disrespectful tone. The challenged my statement, they gave me a hard time because I couldn't remember exactly what time I checked in but my account checked in at 12:34pm and the footage they had of 12:34pm obviously was not me! Then as Officer Morales went into the gym for a second time. Officer Issac asked to see my truck. It was like they didn't believe me plus they wanted to be nosey but I didn't have anything to hide so I showed them my truck and once again explain what was taken. During our walk back toward the front of the gym Officer Issac made me aware that the cameras attached to the 24 Hour Fitness building to oversee the parking lot were actually motion censored cameras. WTF!? Really Man? That kind of technology makes sense for a home owners driveway but not for a gym parking lot with their doors open 24 hour. So for some reason want to save data space on their servers (*company's bottom line) but any criminal who knew this could just approach on foot. Not to mention the constant traffic would trigger so many recordings that I would assume the savings would be minimal to say the at least. So You mean to tell me this million dollar company, That has dozens of staff members just talking at the front desk every time I arrive wants to get petty, but at our expense while risking our safety.

After another 45 minutes they both come outside to tell me that they can't help me because they cant find footage of me walking in the gym. I put the cop in his place by telling him it's his job to mediate that. Their system is off, their time stamp is off or they just don't know how to work it properly but I was told That I had to call you for help and after I did, you coming up with excuses for not being able to help me.

You know what Officer Morales Bitch Ass did? He turned on his vest camera and tried to aggravated me. Once again he challenged my report, he gave me the same bullshit excuses and with this nervous twitch of his he began to bend my driver license, ( because for some fucked up reason the were checking my record ) so I asked him to stop bending my license and asked if I could have it back. he literally looked at my license , thought about and decide not to replying it will be fine.... now he is wiping his herpes infested lips and adjusting his crotch to piss me off. At this moment I looked at Officer Issac straight in the eyes and told him the last thing I wanted to do today was inconvenience him but the only I was going to get 24 hour fitness to help was with your presence. At that moment Officer Issac walked back toward the gym entrance, I had a feeling he believed me... and for some godly reason he actually tried to help.

It took him another 30 minutes to figure out I actually checked in at 12:33pm and the whole they were looking for me, checking after 12:34pm because the time stamp was off by a few seconds. So he told me I was right I was wearing completely different clothes and apologized for accusing me of walking out immediately after checking in. He said now they could check the parking lot footage starting at 12:33pm but it would be a long shot because their system if all jacked up. Motion sensors, the lobby camera had them arguing with me about who wasn't me and the spot my truck was parked. and on but I was so worked up from he way 24 hour Fitness staff and Officer Morales treated me I just asked him to call me if he found anything on the footage. I had to get out of their and medicate.

Bottom line was Eastvale Police and 24 Hour Fitness staff had no regard for my vehicles safety and no motivation to help me try to recover my stolen property. Both companies were insufficient, unprofessional, disrespectful and made the situation much worse that it was. In fact it could have escalated even further if I wasn't so mature. Someone less wise, less in control could have beat the shit of Mark Reel Jr or Officer Morales but I didn't. So give me my brownie point... or how about just a brownie to comfort me after such a stressful evening.

Stay tuned Fam! My next blog entry is very informative! Every Parent, iphone owner and tech savvy person such know what I learned. In fact my next blog entry will be like a part 2 to this entry because I would not have learned what I now know if my backpack had not been stolen. So make sure you park as close as you can to your gym entrance because until we file a class action suit and force 24 hour fitness to hire security all they technically owe us is an apology. Until next time Fam, Be good!

MY LA FITNESS STORY

2018-09-30T00:58:00.000-07:00

About an hour ago I was on my first date with Reina. She is an Angel from heaven and for at least one night she was my best friend. We talked about everything we could and before we knew it we ran out of time. One of the last things she said to me was she has a LA Fitness gym membership but instead of saying that I do too, all I could say is "I got a story about that" and I suggested I might blog it about since it came up.

So how do you tell your angelic date ... that you got yourself banned from LA Fitness? How do you tell anyone for that fact? I literally get this wave of guilt rushing through my body because I can imagine what reasons generally coincide with someone getting banned from a gym. Regardless the reality is only 3 people in the world know that I truly don't deserve the stigma of such a penalty... Let alone the penalty itself.

During the fall of 2015 I was seeing Yolie exclusively for several months. Its was the first time I had genuine connection with someone since breaking up with my baby momma. We hung out like Bonnie and Clyde every chance we could but this LA fitness was actually just our second date. ( our first date was actually Denny's, at 5am )

At the time I was a brand new Crunch gym member and I had the premium pass that allowed me to bring a guest free,.. so I invited Yolie to a gym date at my gym. Yolie instead convinced me to get a free week trail at her local LA Fitness. I playfully whined about having to deal with the salesman and paperwork but she was so awesome that I did it anyway.

So I got to LA Fitness in Norco, CA and signed up with the staff for free week trail. I tried to avoid it but the sales manager insisted that I take a tour with him. I told the sales manager I was already a member at Crunch Gym. I even told him I was broke and how I only came for date night, hoping he would let up. I mean I haven't even worked out here yet and he is talking like he is trying to convince me join today! Before my free trial even started? hahahahahaha! He is going on and on about the super low priced promo they have going on and how today is ironically the last day. Yeah, He was one of those guys. Now Yolie and I are following the sales manager upstairs, down stairs, inside the cycles room, we even seen the pool and sauna area before finding our way to the basketball courts and that is where things got interesting.

I love basketball! Its my therapy and soooo much more but at that stage in my life I had not played competitively for almost 2 years. (*motorcycle accident) In fact I had barley shot a basketball a few weeks before that to test my new wrist. Needless to say that when we got on the basketball court, I had to ask him how to games were and when were the best times to get run. This guy looked at me with a stereotypical smile and asked "you got game"? To which my reply was... "If I was as tall as you, I would still be playing for the Lakers" his face went from ignorant arrogance to looking ashamed or embarrassed... Most likely it was his insecurities setting in due to the fact Yolie was hearing all this. He basically said I was no where his level and even acknowledge my height and race as reasons. So I politely challenged him to a game of 1 on 1. I said lets make a deal! If I win I will join LA Fitness after you remove the initiation fee and annual fee. So I would only have to pay my monthly fee. I said if I lose, I will sign up tonight at full price and you get your full commission. He didn't think about it. Before I was done setting the bet, he was walking toward the free throw line.

Now this "Black" sales manager stood 6'2" and weighed at least 230 lbs. So he literally assumed that this "white" five footer weighing a buck sixty had no chance. By the facial expression on Yolie's face... so did she. SMH! Yolie sat on the sideline to watch us and for a second, I felt guilty and selfish for turning date night into a macho man challenge but that all guilt quickly vanished after he missed his first shot. I laughed like a little kids that just pranked his neighbors.. I mean I knew instantly after seeing his first shot, he wasn't on my level. I got the ball and never gave it back. I was attacking the rim and I was on fire from outside. I don't think I even missed a shot. I skunked him 11-0 and Yolie was more surprised than this guy was embarrassed. I was sooooo happy but reality was it had nothing to do with winning the bet.

I was sooo elated that I could even shoot the basketball this well. I mean it was almost like my shot was better. Even to this day... 3 years later. I still believe my after surgery shot is better than any shot I had my entire life. One day I will blog about the Hit and Run on my motorcycle and the surgery but at LA Fitness, I realized my right to walk into any hoops dojo was still intact. The second reason I was soooooo happy was that Yolie witnessed this entire episode. You should have seen the facial expression she had after I beat him. It was like day and night compared to the one she had when I challenged him. She was so proud of me, super impressed and at that moment believed me when I said I should have been a Laker.

It didn't stop there! Shockingly this "Sales Manager" asked me for " Double or Nothing." Really? I just skunked this dude and he is asking for double or nothing. Then I blurted, "How the Hell are you going to double what I just won?" He just stood there puzzled with Bubba Gump facial expression. Soooo being the freaking cool guy I suggested a very reasonable rematch. I said if I win You gotta throw in gym t-shirts for my girlfriend and I. He didn't care what the bet was... he just wanted a rematch. It was almost as bad as the first game but this time he made a few shots. Eventually I won the second game and his dumb ass challenged me to a third game,... which I obviously won as well. By the time all this was over Yolie and I still had a workout to get to but it was really all laughs and giggles that night joking the whole time about what had just transpired.

Time Flew by . Maybe a month or so and instead of getting a $40 debit charge for my monthly fees, LA Fitness charged for not only my monthly but the initiation fee and annual fee as well. I was irate. I wasn't at the gym when I noticed... thank GOD!

Immediately I knew this was going to be a big problem so I wrote down what happened on paper to give to a supervisor in case this guy tried to deny it, although I wanted to speak with him first giving him the benefit of the doubt as if he may have forgot to credit my account. So after our workout one night I approached the front desk and asked him about the discrepancy.

I stood there with the letter in my hand which was basically a written testimony of what happened during my tour of LA Fitness looking for an explanation of why and the same guy that challenged me to a third rematch that night pretended he didn't know who I was. I lost control! There is no way that this LA Fitness Sale manager had ever gambled with a potential member over a basketball game before and even if he did... how many would he have to go through before he could forget the little whiteboy that beat him 3 time in a row? It was a cowardly and completely disrespectful. He could have pulled me to the side and told me he forgot. He could have been honest and said he screwed up and should have never accepted my challenge. He could have offered to pay me back somehow in order to preserve his job but instead this grown man in his mid-20's decided to act like I made up this entire story to get my fees removed. I went Loco! I cussed him out and demanded a manager but the so called manager was listening the whole time and barely decided to step forward after I requested him. He was a younger gentleman that obviously wanted nothing to do with the confrontation but for some reason I cant explain, he immediately defended the sales manager without knowing the truth. I told him I had a witness and written letter explaining the incident and how it has become a problem. He basically said that my letter is worthless and its my word against his co workers then asked me to leave. I got louder!! I went on how the basketball courts have cameras and I have proof in the surveillance footage. The so called manager replied like a bully barking to me about how he controlled the surveillance footage and it will be deleted, because he can do that.

Both of these punks deserve some stone cold ass whoppings but my hands were tied and no matter how bad I wanted to be the Punisher, I had to keep my hands to myself. Too many witnesses, too many cameras and this whole time my girlfriend is watching, standing by my side. By this time the female receptionist has called the sheriff department and they are accusing me of trespassing Which had me yelling at her, into the phone at the 911 dispatch and everyone around judging me.

I didn't deserve any of it. I actually handle it the write way by writing the letter and asking to speak to manager but after that manager dogged me out I felt like waiting in the parking lot and following both guys home. I try to avoid the gym entirely, then i tried to avoid the salesman, then i tried to avoid the becoming a member but somehow, someway... I ended up paying this company to spit on me and there was nothing I could do to get even. I tried to call corporate and even speak to another general manager at the Riverside location. No matter who I spoke with they all said there is nothing they can do to help me because the Norco LA Fitness staff had put my name on "Banned List."

It's times like these I wish I had Elon Musk money so I could sue every company that mistreats their consumers. There is so much wrong with that gym and a court case like would have exposed so much more than just an unprofessional sales manager manipulating and lying. I would have turned it into a class action after observing the amount of neglect at that Norco facility. Regardless once again I got screwed and even to this day suffer because of the devils in this world that have convoluted my life. Yes I can find another gym but Reina and plenty of others do have LA Fitness memberships which automatically eliminates the opportunity for us to work out together. Lucky for me I don't ever have to tell this story again. From this day forward I will just share the link to this blog entry hoping my friend and potential girlfriends can understand WHAT REALLY HAPPENED.

Who is Presley

2018-09-26T17:21:00.002-07:00

What if I told you I was related to legendary rock star Elvis Presley or the former president Jimmy Carter? Would you even bother reading the blog of some distant relative anyways? Maybe I could spice it up by saying my father abandoned me and my 16 year old mother before I could even crawl. Then I will add some meat to this gumbo by telling you my sister and I were kidnapped when I was 3 years old and we were not reunited with our mother until 8 years later.

Catholic schools, hoop dreams, running away, joining a gang. I lived in foster homes, group homes, the streets and juvenile hall until I eventually got my G.E.D. so I could emancipate myself. Violent defense mechanisms, drug sales and the streets became a way of life. Even as a college student hoping to become a sports broadcaster I was a hustler with a Tony Montana mind state, but I was different.

You ever heard of a gang member going AWOL from a group home then enrolling himself back in school? I didn't just have hoop dreams I sincerely wanted to go to college. Eventually I did enroll in Jr college too but went to jail shortly after due to my temper.

Have you ever been raided by the D.E.A.? Have you Ever had a bottle broken over your skull? How many people do you know that have slept on a park bench? Imagine getting shot or your little brother dying in your arms. Imagine being the victim of a hit and run on your motorcycle. Mi Vida Loca! At one point in my life I was a rapper and one of the songs that I recorded said I have more stories than Teddy Ruxpin... Its true... I have more.

Speaking of me rapping... Some might respect my rap career if I told shared how I made my childhood dream come true when I got invited to the world famous wake up show but how would you feel if I told you I challenged Crooked I to a battle and then did a song with his homie Chino XL a few weeks later? With that said... I might as well add my whole life was just like my rap career... One big freestyle!

I have been single 4 years now after having 3 kids with my Jr High puppy love. We were never married but it sure felt like a divorce. Somehow I found my way back to the first hustle I ever had.... washing cars! I don't just wash cars, I detail boats, airplanes, tow trucks and more. Looking back at life as an 11 year old boy washing my first car for $5 ( min wage was $4.25 ),.... I swear I wish I detailed my whole life. Instead I am barely getting it going and in many ways it feel like I have done a full circle. Someday soon I will have 60 hours worth of detailing or more and my own crew but the truth is I had just 1 car today. Until then I'm rolling in the gas station on fumes, sleeping in my truck and surviving off the dollar store.

I'm writing again, blogging and making beats but I work and work out everyday so my time is just as limited as my resources. I spend way to much time on dating apps, going thru the motions trying to find female version of me. So that will be distracting me as well but trust me I got stories about the dating apps too. The reality is,.. this not going to happen over night but I am painting a new picture. A new future and a better evolved version of me. So stay tuned and together we can one day answer the question... Who is Presley?

Prayers for Nick Yarris

2018-09-25T15:28:00.001-07:00

Last week on Facebook one of my best friends shared an interview between Joe Rogan and Elon Musk that really sparked my interest. Since then I have heard 4 episodes of "The Joe Rogan Experience" and I must admit... I can't suggest a better podcast. So today I found the podcast on my iHeart Radio App and listened to Joe interview Nick Yarris while I worked on a Tuesday.

Less than 10 minutes in my eyelids were full of tears.I never heard of Nick Yarris but after today I could never forgot. This guy and I have sooo much in common and although our stories are very different, we deal with a very similar struggle. Not only do we share similar stigma or stereotypes but we both struggle daily with suppressing pain and projecting love. Sooooo many people in this world have such a boring and event less life that there is no respect or compassion for stories like ours which creates an island of loneliness that very few care to save you from. They cant believe the majestic and spiritual synchronicity because they see the roller coaster rides full of bad luck compiled by emotional mistakes convoluted with the evils of this world. I wont say , I have been there... cause I still live on that island.

For the past few years I have been changing. Spiritually, Mentally and Physically I knew there was something going on but I couldn't figure it out. Since I couldn't figure it out, I had know way to control it. Today thanks to Joe Rogan and Nick Yarris, I had a very important epiphany that could very well change my life.

I don't go to doctor unless its an emergency and even if I did bug my medi-cal doctors they wouldn't do what it takes to diagnosis me properly, especially regarding the ground breaking study of NueroPlasticity. Before today I had never heard the term but upon hearing the definition, I instantly knew that my soul's desire to be a good father, good person and godly is my Evolving and adapting to being rewire.

So today was good day and I'm excited to digest the progressions and possibilities ahead of me. I had no idea I was giving myself NueroPlasticity Healing. Subconsciously through grace, dignity and kindness, I have began to establish a confidence and self respect that I have never had. I knew I wanted to be a certain kind of man. I knew I wanted to treat people how I want to be treated. I never knew that by being this kind of person, I would simultaneously mending the scars of my past.

I hope you all have an open mind to our evolution because our trajectory as a society is worrisome to say the least and I truly believe only the open minded , good hearted and hopeful can save us. For the record this world is lucky. Lucky that men bearing scars like Nick Yarris are able to absorbed this worlds pain without redirecting it to another human. You should all pray for Nick, I know I will. Big Shout out to Joe Rogan... my 3rd eye is open! Until next time Fam!

Boycott Mr Sonny AAHS Gifts and The Halloween Club

2018-09-24T13:49:00.000-07:00

I'm literally in tears right now. Stuck in 6 o'clock traffic on the 91 freeway. I just left the Buena Park mall after experiencing the worst job interview of my life. For years I have avoided this freeway at this time because it is not only a waste of life but the impatience of these drivers could very easily take a life. Nevertheless once again I am in a place I don't want to be in. Not to mention trying to cope with a mind state that I don't deserve. Eventually After enough blog entries you will begin to understand how I got to this stage in my life but for now you should know I recently started my own mobile detailing company. It's the only way I can make a fair wage and I love it but starting your own company and building your own clients just doesn't happen over night. So lately I have been looking for a part time or seasonal job to supplement my expansion and make sure I can still afford Christmas Presents.

Pulling up into the gym parking lot last week I noticed a Halloween Store popped up a few doors down and I thought that that would be something I could handle for a few weeks until I found something more steady. You should know everything I do is, has been and will always be for multiple reasons. Always for the right reasons.. but for multiple reasons as well.

In this case I figured I could conveniently hit the gym before or after my shift. I figured employees would get some sort of discount and with three kids that could be a big saving for this budget shopper. I figured time would fly by fairly quick working there dealing with customers and consistently reorganizing the costumes plus the amount of heavy lifting and sweating would so minimal compared to past jobs I have done that I wouldn't feel too bad about working for minimum wage. It would have been a great fit for me being such a hard worker and great with customer service but instead of what I thought was going to be the perfect part time seasonal job, turned into a nightmare that concluded with me, once again getting the cops called.

I swear to GOD it feels like every time I try to put someone in their place or raise my voice, someone it threatening to call the cops on me. You can't imagine how many times this has happened to me. Maybe it's because they can see the crazy in my face... or hear it in my voice... but I didn't wake up like this. Someone made my voice change tones. Someone made my face red. Then this same person has the nerve to act like I am the problem. I honestly don't know how I control myself as much as I do. I mean I seriously had a daydream flash before my eyes.... of me, turning that office into a WWE Main Event. It's like they see the crazy and instead of making it right... they all use the police as a scapegoat. That just makes me more furious. All of you know that there are people in this world that just need a good old fashion ass whooping but according to the law I cant slap people around when they deserve it, so instead I whipped out my phone told them all about my blog. I told him I was going to document this entire incident and let everyone know who Mr. Sonny really is.

I was really pissed off. I wasted 6 emails, 3 phone calls, my gas plus the time it took to drive to Buena Park and back. My first email included a resume, bio, Pictures and digital flyer for my new detail service. Their final email instructed me to call at 4pm to see if Mr Sonny was in the office before going and it mentioned to make sure i bring my social security and driver license. I did and they told me Mr Sonny was in the Buena Park office until 6pm. The lady also said to bring my social security card and drivers license. I was applying to work in corona but for some reason I had to drive out to Buena Park to interview for the minimum wage job. My gut instinct said not to go. The CPU in brain said not to go. I went anyway because I am a father of 3 and money rules the world.

I got there at 5pm and told the cashier I had an appointment with Mr Sonny. She replied by saying he was conducting another interview at the moment and asked if i could wait. 45 minutes later... As if I had been forgotten about she looked surprised to see me still there and took me back to Mr Sonny's fake office. It was literally just sheets and shelving. This guy didn't even look at me as I entered the office and took a seat. Instead he kept talking to his young female employee, demeaning her for a recent mistake. 5 minutes after seating in a chair arms distance from Mr Sonny, he finally acknowledges me. He could barely speak English but asks who I was and after I replied. I stuck out my hand to shake his hand and he reluctantly pretended to shake my hand. He actually gave me very weak 3 finger shake and he asked for a resume.

I couldn't understand. The way he pronounced "resume" literally took me about 3 minutes to figure out what he was asking for. Finally after it clicked I said no. I told him it was sent with the first email noting that I assumed that is why I got a reply. I continued by telling him I was told twice to bring my social but no body said anything about a resume. His assistant is back now gracefully bowing as she hands him a cup of hot tea as he ask me if I have experience. My stomach sunk and my skin tightened. My temperature rose as my nostrils flared. I knew at that moment something bad was about to happen and my mind rapidly screened through full spectrum of scenarios yet somehow, someway I just laughed and said experience?

Please let me give you some perspective before i finish the story. My resume and initial email would have told him about my experience. Soooo while i was taking the application process serious he wasn't taking the hiring process serious. This is in my head right after I waited 40 min for the interview without a chair. Secondly, I have seen 3 of his stores and every single employee ( except 1) has been a teenage female. Actually the one serving him tea looked high school student. Soooooo? You disrespect my time, my application, my hand shake and now he suggests there is a job a teenager can do that I can't.

In the back of my mind I was thinking " Bitch my company flyer looks 10 times better than yours". Instead I chuckled therapeutically and said "my 15 year old daughter can do this job". He didn't like my answer so I cut him off and went in. I asked him how is that I know who he is but he acts like he wasn't expecting me? It was obvious he had no redgard for my time, effort or appearance. So I scolded him for wasting my time, disrespecting me and really let him know he made he and his company standout unprofessionally.

So he did what every other bitch made pussy does after they fuck up the wrong persons day.... He threaten me with the police. I literally begged him to do it while I was getting pics of him. Well I'm not in jail, I'm not working hard for the wrong person and even though I wasted my time and gas, I did get a brand new story to tell. Just another piece of perspetive, so you and my kids know how loco my life has been.

Mr Sonny might have more money than me but he could never be my equal. He doesn't deserve an employee like me and People like me are making changes to protect our children from working for people or companies like that. So if you're shopping for Halloween costumes this fall or ever in the Buena Park mall, Uncle Presley suggests that you boycott Mr Sonny, AAHS gift store and the Halloween Club.

Welcome To My Diary

2018-09-22T13:44:00.002-07:00

Hello Everybody,... Welcome to Presley's Diary. I am Presley. You can call me Presley, Nothing more... Nothing less. Yes that is a gym selfie but it technically is my most recent selfie plus it shows I'm alive and well (in case you care lol), so there you have it.

It's been a long time since I tried to write. I took a long break from mainstream society and my social media accounts. I stopped listening to FM Radio and I have really done as much I can to ensure that my soul, my life and my perspectives are not influenced by anyone or anything other than destiny.

For as long as I can remember... I have been fascinated by words, lyrics and psalms. I know my passion to write was in a large part was due to my obsession with music but I cant help but wonder if this was my Divine path and if maybe,.. subconsciously I was doing it for my mental health. I think every human being has mental health issues to some degree. Some ignore it, some address it and writing has become one of my main coping mechanisms.

With that said, I need to write and I'm hoping this time around I find the clarity I need to solve this Rubik's cube called my life. It's not just about me.. we all know there are at least three children that depend on my evolution... but sometimes I get this erry feeling that the rest of you need me too. Like as if I was born for a purpose. So while I seek that purpose to discover who I really am, this blog will remind us all how I got there.

I guess I'm not ashamed to admit it at 36 years old... God knows its not my fault. Mental health issues are suppose to exist in a child's mind after going through what I went through in my youth. Life's hard! I survived some ugly shit storms and I even thou I came real real close to making dreams come true.... I'm back in a place where I need to write for my mental health. So yesterday I spent my last dollar on my new domain so I could start blogging.

Don't get it twisted! I don't wake up mad at the world, humans or GOD. I don't think of ways to inflict pain or commit crime. I don't let my mood affect the world but this world does affect my moods. My struggle is dealing with people trying to hurt me or take out their pain on me. My struggle is my childhood memories and not having a family because of them. Sometimes I just don't know how to deal with ill mannered people, bad perspectives, crooked companies, broken systems, the liars and the tweakers. My pain comes from realizing that no matter what I do or how I say things, just like a majority of civilization... my children are going to learn the hard way. Not to mention I am barley coping with that fact that I want to hear GOD'S voice sooooooooooo bad, but for some fucked up reason, I can't.

The truth is no one can really tell that I'm broken, depressed or homeless. It's not that I'm hiding it but I just don't project negatively. I'm always loving, courteous and helpful. I am the hopeful optimistic trying to the make the most out of life. I'm not calling any hot lines or screaming for attention on Facebook. I'm not asking for anyone to read this or do me any favors. This Diary is for my kids, My kid's kids, My Bonnie and anyone who might benefit from the wisdom or strength of my stories. More importantly I'm doing this for myself, Because its what I do... To keep my pain from affecting the rest of the world.

Although you might see this as the beginning of a new era/ story/ book, I see it through binoculars of hope, as the final chapter " my happy ending". I think every human being should have a blog or time capsule of some sort. I think we all deserve to be remembered and this diary is to make sure I remember who I am when my A.I. is rebooted lol just kidding. So once again welcome to Presley's Diary. Thanks for taking the time to get to know the real me.