A quick history about my life. I was born in Torrance, CA. Lived in Gardena, CA w/ my cousin and his family for about a year. Then lived in none other than the Wessyde LBC for four years. Ever since then, I reside in Carson. I attended Dolores St. Elem., Carnegie Jr. High, and C-House, which is what Carson High is referred to. After graduating in 1997, i went to da University of Cali, Irvine, majoring in Computer Engineering from 1997-1998 until I got kicked out.
Growin up in Carson wasn't that bad. Everybody I talked to thinks "Oh, your from Carson? Isn't that place ghetto?" Or something like that. Of course I was involved in those "kick back,/party crews", like Putang and Nuttz Clan. But to other people, it was thought of as gangs. Because of that, there were alot of times me and mah homies would often get hit up or get in confrontations.

My parents were very over-protective of me. I was on lockdown practically my whole middle school and high school days until the 11th grade. I wasn't allowed to kick it w/ my friends because they were scared something bad was going to happen to me. They just wanted me to do my homework, play video games, whatever. Jus to keep me at home. Because of their over-protectiveness, I started to rebel. I'd leave whenever I felt like it, talk back, stay out late, whatever. Anything to get out of the house. When I got my license it was 10X as bad. I remember one time I locked my dumb ass out of the house. It was 2 am. So I decided to climb our cheap ass patio underneath my sister's bedroom window to wake her up. But because the patio was already rusty and messed up, I fell threw it. My mom heard the noise and almost called 911. I quickly hopped the fence to the front to ring the doorbell and tell her it was only me before she could call the po-po's.

Mah sis and I have a typical brother-sister relationship I guess. I mean there are times where we cool and there are times when we're always fighting and arguing. Sometimes the fights get so bad she gets kitchen knives and threatened to shank me. That was when I'd bow down and stop. However, when I started dormin, our relationship got tighter. I guess it was because I started missing home and I didn't see her ugly ass everyday anymore j/k. One time I drove her and her friends to and from Knott's Scary Farm during my midterms. It's weird because I really didn't mind doing that. Usually I would've said no and tell her to find another ride but I dunno. Being on check by your family for a long time makes a person miss them more after you leave the house. I'd come home every weekend to wash my clothes and get money. =) But after a couple of months I came home less and less. I guess it was because when I'd be home, things never change. My parents keep trying to keep me on lockdown.