I grew up on that one side of Santa Clara, where the train tracks vibrate your bed at midnight, 12:30 a.m. sharp and the clinking of beer bottles from the Mexican neighbors across the street accompanying the mariachi music. I wasn't allowed outside much when I was little so I spent a lot of time playing video games or chillin' with my dog, Wally. It was good times. I went to private schools for a majority of my childhood and I always wondered what I would have turned out to be like if I didn't. Instead of worrying about what the the whole church thing is all about I focus more on staying away from it since it was forced down my throat, but I still have those moments where I pray in hopes that I made the best of it. I've been through a lot of difficult times on the side but it's not an excuse to say that my life was bad because I was pretty well off in retrospect. Now that I am older I'm starting to get on my own feet because the ball is in my court now to make my life. For awhile I was lost and confused as to where I was going and now I finally have an action plan.
The scariest thing in life is not dying, it's noticing that you are already dead from not taking your life in your own hands and making something out of it.
