Well im not really good at talking about myself so if you tell me that my about me section stinks I probably already know. I grew up in a "historic neighborhood" called hughes acres in tempe arizona, which was eventually renamed "the hood." I have many friends that I grew up with from the hood that always will be close friends of mine, and consider myself blessed to have such lifelong friends. In high school my friends and I would always refer to the neighborhood as our hood because we thought we owned it... which we did.. atleast at nighttime. so our other friends from high school or where ever else that knew us as a bunch of catholic kids that lived next door to eachother heard us refer to it as the hood and it caught on, everyone started calling it the hood. I was a hoodlum (pun intended), we would get bored and usually create mischief... of which im not at liberty to talk about on an open forum, ask me later. I also had long beautiful hair, thats what i thought and thats what mattered. part of the reason i grew it out was actually because of a relationship I was in that ended, I realized that girls were trouble and took away valued time from being with friends... so I grew my hair out to detour them. it actually worked, within a week after each time i cut my hair i had a fling with some girl. anyway, my hair was great... my mom hated it, i could play with it, i got braids, and a mullet, and when I made my basically monthly trip to california no one could tell that i was a tourist unless they saw the arizona plates on my sweet 1988 ford bronco II. man that car was great, it may have had a high risk of rolling over or breaking down but it was always true to me. I had a pearl jam sticker, pro life sticker, and an "i'd rather be homebrewing" sticker on the back of it. when I was 17 my friends and i decided to start brewing beer, we made some delicious stuff. we did it at my grandmas house (RIP G'ma), she would tell us all about how her dad use to make wine and moonshine back in prohibition and how she would squash grapes with her feet. she was pretty old and had alzhimers which you think would be cool because she wouldnt tell my parents about or hobby cause shed forget about it but it really wasnt. my sister was actually the on that ratted us out, and our parents were pretty shocked. think about it, a few years ago nobody even knew that people could brew beer in their homes... you got a kid and find out hes brewing beer in grandmas bathtub? thats pretty impressive if you ask me. so the whole neighborhood finds out and its a big scandal and our parents try and tell us we couldnt do it anymore. we put up a fight and basically took every reason thay had to say no and made it look dumb, well actually thats not true... the only reasons they had to say no was because they said so and that its against the law. so we made a bunch of reasons of why we should and ended up winning, the fact that alot of the dads and men in the neighborhood thought it was pretty cool (especially because we gave them free beer) probably helped. my passion aside from brewing beer was snowboarding, we had some epic trips up to tahoe which were awesome. So after i graduated high school I decided that it was time to grow up and do great things so i enlisted in the Marine corps. I have been in for a bit over three years, two of which were spent in japan which was not preferred. I am now in Rhode island going to a college prep school. The Corps is sending me to college to get a degree and become an officer. I got accepted to California State University San Marcos so i will be moving to north county san diego this june to prepare for school. Sometimes I wish i was a kid again because life was so much simpler and sometimes i wish i was married to a Godwilling amazing wife with a bunch of kids running around.... these thoughts remind me that i need to learn from the past and prepare for the future, but then I sometimes have to remind myself not to spend too much time thinking about that business and try to live in the moment. This can be hard for me, It's a lot easier to live in the moment when I enjoy what im doing but with living away from friends and family it doesnt happen as much as id like it to. My priorities in life are God, Family and friends, then country and Corps... however it usually ends up being the other way around. Well if you have made it to the end you are definately a trooper, and probably one of the few. Hope you enjoyed it.
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