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Name: Jose "THE NEW MILLENIUM GOLDEN BOY" Quinones
Hometown: Brooklyn ,NY
Age: 22
Nationality: Puerto Rican
Titles: 2005 Empire State Games Regionals Champion
My name is Jose Quinones, Jr. but people call me JayPayso. I was born in Harlem (NYC) and moved to the Bronx, by the age of 2 I moved to Bed-Stuy (Brooklyn). I was raised here in Bed-Stuy as many know many talents emerged from this part of Brooklyn - such as Biggie Smalls, Jay-Z, Lil Kim, Fabolous and many more, now at the present another star is being born in Bed-Stuy's backyard.
Growing up here was pretty challenging. Day and night I heard gunshots outside my window. My mom hated the danger and therefore never let me go outside. I was bored of staying home and had no friends in my neighborhood until I was about 11 or 12 and then I was still considered the new kid on the block. It was very stressful and for years all I wanted was to gain respect so I started looking up to all the drug dealers on the block. I tried to dress, act and have money like them. As time went by I found I was getting into a lot of fights and earning the respect I wanted, yet it was tough for me since I was the youngest kid on the block.
By the age of 14 I was hustling and making some money on the low but I realized that this is not who I really am and chilled out for a while. While in High School I spazzed out and went girl crazy. I never attended classes and was always bugging out having fun. Everyone told me "Jay why don't you start boxing" and I used to reply " naaaaaa I don't want to mess up my face. One night when I was locked up with a friend that boxed we spoke about a lot and the next day I found myself at the gym.
I didn't realize then, but I fell in love with the sport as soon as I put on boxing gloves it was such an unfamiliar yet good feeling. But at that gym they didn't really train me on how to box, I was a brawler coming home everyday with a shirt full of blood which my mom hated it, but in reality I really loved to see the blood it made me feel like a fighter. My father used to scream and say what the hell is that - that's not boxing it looks like you getting your ass kicked, i used to laugh it off and was like whatever.
I wound up searching for a new trainer and that's when I found Mr. Rich, my trainer aka my big brother, he taught me how to box, hit, not get hit and most important how to use my mind. When I was tired he told me to watch all the old fighters their struggle, their speed and their dedication and how they had to fight for the sport. He taught me much more than boxing, he taught me about life and opened up my eyes up about life. This is when I realized that I was never a boxer until I met my big brother, my trainer - Kel Rich.
To close off I want to give a special thanks to my mother and the struggle she has put up with always on my back about school. Because of my mother and her struggle I am going to college to earn a Degree in Business Management. I made a promise to get my mother out of the hood if not I will die trying. I LOVE YOU MOM , DAD , LIL BROTHER and MY BABY HAZEL.