20 Hairs on the Chest.

I was born in the great year of March 16, 1985 in Monterey Park, CA. I had a humble childhood, riding my royal blue huffy like it was a Denali pumped on 24" hittin switches to get my bitches. The first home that I remember living in was in Korean Town. I believe it was 1992 when I looked out my patio window and gazed at the smoke rising from nearby shopping centers and funny people running with filled up garbage bags and pillow cases. The news called them looters. I called them funny people. The looters and the smoke scared my mom so we left the ghetto and drove too the valley. I don't remember much from that drive accept that fact that I had to hide and lay down in the back seat in case the funny people broke one of the windows. Any how the I continued riding my huffy in the valley until one day I got good enough grades to convince my mom into buying my first skateboard. Little did she know my grades were about to take the greatest fall yet. I attended Carpenter Ave Elementary where I met the first crush named Erika. She was hot and she definately did crush my heart. It was sad because things would've worked out if she would've just seen my handball skills. I became the champion of my school. I handled my game on and off the court. It was at carpenter avenue school where I stole my first goods. I stole popsicles and hooked my homies up with them because they were tight. I got the cops called on me and they scared the shit out of me. But it's all good now. I soon grew into a young man attending jr. high school. I was skater and had no time for chicks. Jr. High was cool because parents and teachers always made it seem like my success in Jr. High would determine the success of the rest of my life. Pssh. High school was chill. I only attended two years of high school but somehow graduated on time. I spent the other two years travelling around with my mother with no cash flow. Alot of fear should've pass through my heart during those days. Somehow all I still cared about in those days was skating. Somehow that sport brightened my days up. When I was 14 I bought my first cd. It was Less Than Jake...Hello Rockview. Solid cd. Music changed my life. Since then I've played in few bands and a few states as well. College was alright. Not so exciting. I stopped going. During my junior year of high school I fell in love with Jesus. I somehow realized He was real. Then I was stoked. He bought me life like it was lunch and I so then I gave Him mine. Since then I've been on a bit of a journey. Adventures of playing grindcore in a band the Gospel is a Grenade. Driving across the country a couple times. Sleeping on concrete in the back shopping centers. Throwing salami at signs. Flying south. To Venezuela. and then to Australia. West to China. These were definately adventures. I never had money but somehow I've always been able to do radical things. I don't think i'm the one to blame for this. My name middle name is Erskine. I'm almost 5'9". I'm madly in love with football(soccer). I shoot photography everyonce in a while. I'm addicted to song writing. I'm passionate about entrepeneurship. I'm not too educated. Sometimes I mistakenly think I am. I plan to keep living my life the way I do. Just getting up and going and doing and experiencing. I like to ride bikes and I love open land. I love snow and sea. I love games like dutch blitz and applese to apples because I can play them. I suck at life the game. I now reside in Orange County and continue to journey with Jesus. Playing guitar and trying.