Bernardo

I figured on this holiday season I would change my espacio and refresh the autobiography. It's hard to talk about oneself, but I guess the most appropriate place to start would be the day I was born. Alexian Brothers Hospital was the place of my birth in East Side San Jose. I must have been the last baby out of there, because it no longer exists. What can you do about it? Shit happens. I have one sister (she's number 1 below) and friends that are very dear to me. Ever since my friend Tommy (a.k.a. pinche Tommy), stole my otter pop in second grade, I haven't held a grudge with anyone. Life is supposed to be cherised, not thrown away like trash on Dixon Landing Road. I laugh and I cry, but I mostly try to laugh. One of my good friends is a comedian, and we sit at a bar like old men and order pitchers and laugh all night at "OHHHH.. Too Sexy". I'm a tax accountant if you couldn't tell already. I sometimes live at my desk, because there is so much work to get done and too many people around me are lazy. As hard as I work, I try to play as equally hard. Why make money if you can't enjoy it?!! What else should I say? I'm Colombian. That's always a conversation starter of sorts, until they realize I have no drugs. Sorry to disappoint, but Colombia is more than a dealer. I live to die, because one day I know I will; and I die to live, because I know one day I'll die. I guess that's all I will say here. Don't want to give the ending away. Peace and Love!!!