About Me
PRETTY EYES, PIRATE SMILE
Also be watchin out for Tyson Beckford and I on an new upcoming series about us building high-end import cars, it's gonna be the baddest!
Son to a murdered father, left by the one I loved, betrayed by many, I was left with almost nothing, when you are at the bottom there is no place to go but up, and I won't stop until I reach the stars, forget that, I won't stop until I pass them!
I'm using this page to promote my up-coming comedy debut with my good buddy KC Armstrong. I know many of you on here and hope to meet many more!
I still don't have a single thing written down as far as material goes, I figure I'll do way better if I just get up there on the stage and blab on about some of my ridiculous stories from my past, learn all about the day I had a -wich for lunch, when I was wishing for a creamy peanut butter sandwich, I'll clue you in to the funniest accent found in America, find out why my parents had a bomb-shelter in their house, and if you're lucky I'll teach ya how to do THA SHOULDA LEAN!!!!! YO-YO HAS THE DRO'!!!
10 THINGS ABOUT ME:
1. I'm simple and enjoy the small and wild pleasures and leave the problems at the door, and you better too, or else you can kick rocks
2. I can't stand girls that need to create drama when they are in a great situation, if you are happy, then be happy, don't try and ruin it so you can complain like your friends do
3. I once ate a huge bite of Chocolate Brownie ice cream soaked in hot sauce because this girl I'd liked for 6 years said she'd make out with me if I did, I did, then she did
4. I make fun of myself a lot, but that's because it's just so easy to
5. Being German and Irish turns out I can drink you under the table
6. I can tear-up a dance floor like you've never seen a white guy do! Except for J.T.... he's good
7. I love the smell of red wine
8. I drive a white toaster, and I love it more than your BMW
9. If I put my mind into it, I can pull off anything
10. I could charm the horns off the devil
also still working on the Fly Away script, I'll be keeping you posted!I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
"There used to be a lot of things that scared me, getting my heart totally broken, losing the people that give me the strength to get through each day, both of which have already happened. I think that my biggest fear is not reaching the goals I've set out to reach. I fear no man, no machine, and no dilemma, once I'm done with my chopper and set off into the sunset, everything that I fear will go away. I'll be alone on the highway with nothing in front of me except all the fears that I've manifested in my head, my heart, and my soul. I'll have no choice but to take them head on and leave them behind." ~Lucky Jay
I grew up trying my best to be every parents dream, I wanted to be clean cut, do well in school, only have good friends. Then my mind started to take over. Even though school came easy for me, I don't remember having to study or do homework and yet I excelled. But the absence of my real father started to grow a darker side to my mind. I wouldn't hang out with anybody except two or three guys that I known since 2nd grade. The fact that my dad had split on my mom, my brother, and I scarred my soul and I never wanted to let anybody be close for fear of further abandonment. I didn't take the S.A.T. tests because I thought to myself "Wait, you mean I'm going to take a test and you are going to tell me how smart I am?" I said fuck that, so even though subjects in traditional school were easy, I didn't go to college, the lack of those test scores will do that to you. Soon after that, I figured I had screwed up my life, I was living on the floor of an abandon apartment, lost my little job in the mall, could barely eat, and had nobody of any significance in my life. I had run into my mom after running away almost a month earlier and she dropped to the ground and started crying, that's when I realized I had hit bottom. My parents let me move back in, and at the ripe age of 18, I joined the work force. I had worked full time and had jobs I loved, I was the designer for JE Pistons, then went to work at Edelbrock and had become the Senior Designer for them as well. JE offered to hire me to come back and I took the position. I was making money, had just met a girl that captured my attention and also my heart and soul. And more importantly, my mom was proud.
I was now 25, I was engaged to my dream girl, had a job I loved and had just heard from my real dad for the first time. It was life changing, after all these years, after hating him for so long, I found the other side of the story, his side, he let me know that it was my mom that had taken us kids and left, and that he had come home to find his most prized possesion gone, me. That was all I could hear being the first time we'd spoke in 22 years. He did tell me that I also have a little sister that lived with him in the Philippines, she was only 14 and was the child of his wife of 20 years and he.
After this happen I had to talk to my mom, but she was out of town. The only person I thought shared this pain with me was my older brother. While we were growing up with our step-dad, I felt that he and I were treated differently because we were the remainder of the asshole guy before him, and he was stuck raising us, so I felt an unnaturally strong bond with my older bro. Once my mom got back into town, I sat in her office and said "mom, I heard from dad", she started crying like I'd never seen her cry before, and immediately said "Jay, **** is not your real brother". You can't even imagine how much my heart had just fell even more. For a while I felt a wedge driven between me and my family that I grew up with. I found comfort in only three things, being with my fiance, working on this new idea that was dragging through my head, and the idea that my dad is really out there and thinks about me all the time, and that soon I'd be able to meet him. That idea that was dragging through my head was of a motorcycle, a chopper to be exact. I had a small ball of hate growing inside me, and it was fueling the drive to build myself a machine to get away on, I had the best people I could find build a frame and tank of my design because my metal working skillz weren't up to par, but I know I was going to build this monster. Soon I spent more and more time on this chopper, but I wasn't sure exactly what it was to me or when I'd have it. But somehow I knew it would save a small part of me. Then I got to a point where I stopped working on it, my job, my girl, and my dad were on my mind so much that the chopper sat under a sheet in my living room. Then my life really took a tumble, before I knew it, my fiance was telling me that she wasn't happy and the lies piled so high that I couldn't even believe it, next thing I knew, she was saying that it was time for me to move out, I could hardly even talk I was so despondent. I checked into a motel which became my home for months.
When she left, it took out one of the legs holding my life up, but I still had my job, my dad to think about (we emailed each other all the time), and this chopper that was now in my motel room. I wanted to build my own bike because I didn't have the money to go and buy a chopper, but something inside me was telling me that I needed one. After a while I got myself an apartment with an old friend and concentrated more on my job and my dad. Then came the day that will forever be remembered like yesterday, New Years Eve 2005, hours before 2006 started I got a call from a Blocked ID on my phone, I usually don't answer those but something told me to. I did and it was my little sis in the Philippines, she is an amazing girl and I cherish everytime I get to talk to her so I was excited. But she wasn't happy to talk to me, it was only 1 month before I was going to meet our dad for the first time, then she said "Jay, dad's been shot" I tried to calm her down, tell her it is going to be ok, I asked where he had been shot and where he was, she continued... "Jay, he was shot in the head and he didn't make it, Jay I'm at the funeral home".................. Leg number two had been pulled out of my life, I was lost, you can't imagine how much it hurts to have this happen. Some punk little kid put a gun to my dads head and took him from us, just when we got that close. I'll never let that hate go, no matter how hard I try, everytime I get in a fight, I picture the guy I'm fighting as the guy who killed my dad, let's just say you don't want to fight me.
I dragged myself to work everyday, to give my life some kind of consistancy, I had worked there for 8 years (off and on) and felt like the place was a second home to me, they had just replaced the sales manager with a guy not in the automotive scene, and as soon as he found out that my mom had just gotten a job with one of their competitors, he fired me on the spot and made up a bunch of lies as to his reason. Saying "oh he lied on his time card, and he didn't do his job" all lies, and everybody he said that to knew it. that was it, leg three was gone..... and just like everything else that had been taken from me, without reason.
Through all this I realized a lot of things, one being that through all the horrible shit I was going through, there was only one thing that kept me calm, that kept me sane, that kept me from going totally over board. My chopper, still unfinished but so close to being ready was the thing that kept me alive and trying, it was is the one leg that will never be pulled out from under me.
I stand now, doing any odd job I can to barely make rent every month and eat, with a clear vision as to where my life needs to go. My dad was taken, but he brought into my life a young girl that is my blood that needs a man in her life, and I have found some salvation that he brought us together before he left. I know that it's my job now to be a father to her, much the opposite that he was to me. I've realized that even though I was angry at my family here for holding back the truth, they are the only ones I'll ever be able to trust and always be there. I may not have liked my step-dad growing up, btu now I realize that he was raising me and my older brother to be men, not whining little punk kids like I saw my friends becoming. And now I have nothing but respect for him.
I grew up watching movies about these guys who were total rebels and outlaws, they always had a look of hate in their eyes and had mode of transportation that reflected their badass opinion of the world. Little did I know that my life would take that left path through life that leads you to be so hateful and vicious. Everyday is a tightrope walk to keep the hate away, but now I feel like I truely deserve this chopper, and it needs to be finished. I'm selling some of my possesions in order to afford to learn how to do the wiring so I can send it to paint. I made my wheels, saved up and bought my drivetrain, I've almost got it all.
My goal isn't to come into the motorcycle world and call myself a Master Builder and pretend I'm somebody you should look up to, I have t-shirts with my logo because I don't want to rock another companies art. My goal is to be able to take peoples dreams and help them materialize before them. As long as it's a chopper...... a real chopper..... nice swingarm, pussy
