Thursday, April 5, 2012

The Lent of The Social Network

It was 42 days without any access to online social networking that was by far a very interesting project to have gone through… although the initial reason for my online shutdown was for Lent and for those that don’t know what Lent is, it is a religious tradition Catholics have had for years.. it is a time where Catholics who believe in this tradition to give up something they really enjoy or love for the 42 days of Lent which is the 42 days before Easter Sunday when Jesus Christ gave his life and resurrected to save us sinners… so to me it was a piece of cake because to me it was something really minor for what my creator in heaven has done for me in my life… I owed it to him.
It sure was a very interesting journey because not only was it a time to reflect and realize to take notice where Jesus Christ stood in your life personally but it was a journey that took me through life that made me realize something else… that life truly is much bigger then what we live it day in and day out… life truly has its divine meaning for each and every one of us and how we live it everyday through each course of the day… the deeper end of the true meaning of what we call this life of ours and the choices we make to live it. The greater power behind only to have realized that people really do take life for granted and don’t sit there to take a breather to really see the true meaning of life because we are so busy with technology…
I know we all may have different interests in our own beliefs and the extensions of what we believe in our personal lives.. but ya know mine… for those that have followed me for years now know that I have a strong connection and belief in my creator and the extensions of Jesus Christ and the holy Mary mother of God. These are the higher powers that exist in my life and are the foundation of my existence in life… but for everyone I know and understand that everyone has different beliefs and religions to what they consider their higher power in life… but my point on this is that no matter what your belief or your religion is, that we must all have a higher power to what we consider our foundation of our existence because without that we would not be here…
So with that in focus of where our personal higher power plays whatever role in our personal life, its exactly what I did… I reflected on where my God stands in my life and even though everyone who knows me knows my personal connection with my God is strong and in place and has been for years, these 40 days did take me through a journey where I found my faith a bit more and was able to connect with my God on a higher level… I realized that even me a Man of great faith was separating from my personal God… with this time to reflect in great depths without the noise and distraction of the daily usage of online social networking… it only helped me focus on the important things in life that I had disconnected from… life, family, faith, my God and myself… which I regained in this moment of Lent.
Beyond the initial reason for giving up online social networking, I found myself and regained the me I had first started with… it was crazy because I honestly didn’t see that until I logged off of my online social networks and had nothing but still and quietness all around me… I slowly realized that we as a fast pace society who rely on the very fast developing technology that our lives revolve around so much that without it we feel naked, dead or incompetent… REAL TALK… it was the day right after I Logged off that I realized that this world had truly become a world of technology and the days of simple conversation of the 80’s and 90’s were dead.. with that came the extinction of a world we once knew that only gave way to another world… a totally different world of intelligent computers, cell phones, appliances and worst of it all… less human interaction.
So what I thought was only going to be 40 days of just giving up online social networking actually became a time to reflect on life, faith, religion, and personal growth which I will say was something I had to get use to in the beginning and will be honest, did get a little depressing at first because I honestly didn’t realize how much I was on these sites and how much of my time was spent on them and it turned out it was between 8 to 12 hours a day… but in the end it sure was a great experience, it really did make me value things a bit more and I realized things about life a bit more as well… a very interesting journey… a very interesting project…
The following is my journal I logged and recorded from day one to the very end as I lived it… this was my journey…
Log In Day 1. (Fri, February 24th)
It is Friday night and it’s the first night that I have logged off from all social networks. Nothing seems out of the normal but then again I am just hangin out at home having some beers and it is around 10pm so a pretty chilled and relaxing Friday to begin. I will say that its been over an hour already and I think in that hour I would have probably been glued to my computer on Facebook or Twitter or something… but its actually kinda nice just watchin some movies and hangin out at home. The roommate has left and its just me at home and my beers lol… gotta say this real quick, I don’t know what journey lies ahead for me in this Lent Online Shutdown but all I know is that as a very big fan of Online Social Networking this sure is gonna be very interesting to pull off. I have no doubt that I can pull it off and I say that because of my cause, Lent… giving something so minor up for something way bigger then myself… being a very faithful man and believing in my God and my savior Jesus Christ is what I know will make this easy for me. Knowing in the end I will have another story/blog to write on this experience… so here it goes…signing off.

Log In Day 2. (Sat, February 25th)
I CANT DO THIS!!!! Wow, its only 10:26am the very next morning and I seriously can not find anything to do with myself. It is the weekend and uuuughhhh this is crazy… I have just realized how much I am addicted to Facebook, its like I’m missing a huge part of my life. The common connection with the outside world is gone and not only that but for the next 42 days I will be with out the Social Network really, wow really… okay I know I gave it up for Lent but now sitting here thinking dang maybe I really didn’t know what I was giving up, maybe because I have never done anything like this and didn’t know how addicted I really was to this Online Social Networking phenomenon. But I am a man of my word and further than that I am a man of faith and know I can… yes I can lol… but honestly, this really is something… for those that have followed me over the past years know that I have always been an Online Social Network Junkie… shit my life is all about Social Networking, posting my life online through all the portals one can possibly connect through… this may sound a little ridiculous and over exaggerated but I Social Networking really is a huge percentage of my life its my connection to the world and my followers… I say it’s a big percentage as big as 40% of my life is Online Social Networking… my life consists of Faith, Family, Friends and then Social Networking… all with their percentages but Social Networking is pretty big in my life. I woke up around 9 this morning and it is now 10:40am and in that little while I tried distracting my mind by watching some TV but the problem is that Im not much of a TV person so I get bored easily… so now here I am writing in my log and going beside myself… hhhmmmmmm just so crazy and soooooo very interesting how much of our existence we give into the Social Networking phenomenon and much more the Facebook phenomenon, well at least myself… and I know many of you do too… guess its me myself and my 42 days of free time… this is seriously gonna be something to write about I can tell you that… off we go into my 42 days… signing off…

Log In Day 3. (Sun, February 26th)
Just getting back home from church and wow that was very nice to have spent the day with the family and of course my sunshine, my monkey. Sitting there and listening to the words of the bible and really realizing my reason on giving up Social Networking made me feel a lot more easy and realizing yes this is the exact reason why I gave it up… then looking down to my left at my damn sister sending a quick message on Facebook didn’t help lol… jokingly telling her “lets see log into my Facebook real quick” and her laughing at me… but then of course knowing it was all in jokingly humor. As we left church I sat in prayer for a quick minute and said “Lord I do this for you, for all the blessings you have given me and my family this is the very least I can do to show you… I do this for you” with that I left with a heart full of joy knowing this was for a good cause and it was for something way bigger then me and my own life… it was the salvation of my Jesus Christ… that’s what this is all about, and that’s what Lent is about… we left church and ended up going to breakfast like we always do… I mean come on you cant go to church and not do breakfast lol… so we headed to have some good breakfast at IHOP like we always do and then dropped off my family and came home… I got home around 2:30pm and began to do some laundry since its Sunday, to me Sundays is always laundry day lol… was home chillin with the roommate for a minute and we were watching some movies… it was cool and all but every minute I kept coming into my room and kept getting the urge to log on or at least to log onto the my computer and go to the login page of Facebook just to see what it looked like lmao… Even though church was helpful earlier still having given up something so huge was killing me inside not being able to connect with the world and those who admire me and just the simple connection of being able to share your life with the thousands who look up to you and make your day that much better each and every day is still hard. It is now 9:45pm and I think Imma start getting ready for bed… jeeeees so funny how much more time you actually have when you don’t have Social Networking access lol… time for a nice hot shower then head off to bed… another day comes to a close and now lets see how the first day at work without Social Networking will be tomorrow… looking forward to it lol… signing off…

Log In Day 4. (Mon, February 27th)
It is 8:45pm and the day is over… wow I have never said this but this Monday SUCKED… lol… even though I did have lots of more time to focus on my job and I know I did a lot more today then ever lol… it was still fucken wack because I wasn’t able to post up my daily inspirational posts I normally do that many always thank me for… its what I’m known for its what people always look forward to and its what makes my life that much more meaningful that I know I inspire and help others with my words… yeah all of that I couldn’t post today or anything… no Facebook, no Twitter, no Tumblr, NOTHING… uggghhhhh only day 4 and dang life sure seems very boring and quiet for me… as I mentioned in day one that I didn’t realize just how much I really was addicted to this Social Networking and all its meaning in my life… fuck sounds stupid but wow Facebook really is a big part of my daily routine its like I feel useless because I’m not making a difference in someone’s morning or afternoon or night with my posts my pics and my words… its whats missing in my life and having to find different outlets of emotional frustration really isn’t an option for me, yes I know distracting myself with other things such as family, friends, going out, exercise and other things yes that has totally been understood but it’s not having the sense of making that difference in this world is what’s making this hard… but I guess its all a part of the experience of the Online Social Network Shutdown right… just taking this day by day, with knowing my initial reason and why I’m doing this makes this experience easy though I am human and when something is missing from a humans ability to acknowledge something is not there that they are use to, it becomes foreign and they are left with having to alter the course of their daily routine… this is my ability… this is my life… this is my experience… day 4, comes to a close… signing off…

Log In Day 6. (Sat, March 3rd)
Well it is Saturday 10:25am and a whole week has gone by… I gave it a week to pass to get use to this experience of not having access to any Online Social Networking site and guess it did me well… I have developed the sense of getting use to this… I continue my daily connection in my daily prayers and know why I am doing this but further than that I have developed the self realization that this is me time, a time to dedicate to my creator for what he’s done not only for me but for what he stands for in the catholic religion… I do have to say that this journey really has opened my eyes to a lot more then what I expected… life truly has become more magnified through this… knowing where my priorities really are and where they should be… what really means more to me and what should mean more… how we live our lives day in and day out with the significant meanings and insignificant… the choices we make the ways we live and what we choose to live and why… this past week has been a true reflection on my past journeys in life and the connections I have had in my higher power and the impact it has had in my own existence. Even though I long and yearn and much miss the daily connections with all those who truly inspire me to be the man I continue to be day in and day out, lifes reflection has truly become very visible in this journey. Family and friends oh yeah and taking up a new membership at a local gym which I have not done in years, have helped with occupying my time during this void of Social Networking for Lent. Life will always be amazing… but when you are given a time in your life where you actually have time to reflect on just how amazing life really is, then that’s when it really becomes AMAZING… its only been 9 days since I logged off yet the experience has already had a big impact on me and my life and how I live it. Woke up to another beautiful sunny bright Saturday so I think it is time to go out and enjoy it… that’s exactly what I think I will do. No matter what, no matter what you are going through know that life always has something to look forward to… if you believe it then you’ll see it… a great day, a great life… time to go enjoy it… signing off…

Log In Day 7. (Mon, March 5th)
It is another grueling Monday and just getting home from the gym, its about 7:28pm… really excited about having joined a public gym after 6 years at my job and having the convenience of a a private gym there. Having all this free time motivated me to join… cant say what gym because of course it would be free promotion for them… lol… anyways… dang totally forgot why I HATE public gyms… but after going today the first weekday there reminded me very much why I HATE public gyms… even though I know this is my time to reflect in the time of Lent and having given up Online Social Networking and all its reasons… just couldn’t help but to realize the reason why I HATE public gyms… so crowded with the WRONG people… people, who are there for the wrong reasons… especially them females who go to the gym all dolled up with make up, hair done, with a cute little work out outfit and of course with the roll dog homegirl who they need at their side or else they wont go… because they cant go to the gym ALLLLLLL by themselves because that would simply look ridiculous right… LMAO UUUGHHHHH… fucken lame asses… I swear I saw at least 5 of them girls like that today and it drove me crazy… women who take another friend talk up a storm instead of focusing on their work outs and when they do work out they don’t even give it their 100 percent… the mothaphukhers that are there texting, flippin through music, on the phone talking, the meaty bulky muscle guys who have huge arms big ass calves and really nice bodies yet they have the biggest belly which I have yet to understand LMAO… there are SOOOOOOOO many people there that I see that drive me crazy but I’m there for only one reason right… and that is ME… so it may bug me but I focus on what I am there for… so yes back to being excited for having joined a gym… looking to start a fitness program and maybe even possibly taking it to Facebook and really doing something with it… don’t know why I didn’t think of this before… should be fun. All in all taking today as another great day really focused on me and my fitness… really looking forward to my new body with my new gym membership… time to go shower and get out of these stank clothes since I just got home from the gym, balls all sweaty and ass probably all stank lmao…. Time to go shower and call it a day… remember ya, when you reflect you realize and when you realize you value and when you value, you live… signing off…

Log In Day 8. (Sun, March 18h)
It is about 6:22pm… today login in with a very very very high spirit and very big smile on my face. Today I headed to church and what was read out from the scriptures and what the priest said today was very inspirational… he was a new priest from Mexico who had come out to be a part of this catholic celebration and what he had to say was beyond anything. He basically said that Lent isn’t really about giving up what one loves in life for 42 days, its not about Easter, its not about religion… its about taking a time out of the year to realize where God lives in your life and where you hold him. It was so true and everything he said… how easily we forget the true meaning of life with the distractions of life and how easily we forget what God truly stands for. And even beyond being religious or not I think as society we all forget the true meaning of life and that is to hold your purpose in it. Seems that life holds many different walks of life and life holds many different religions and beliefs, but ultimately I think life is nothing without something way bigger then you and your existence. No matter even if you are not religious that you must have something bigger then you and considered a higher power in your own life because with out it your personal existence would have nothing to create its foundation on thus creating your total being. Like the priest said today that life is always so much bigger than what people put it out to be but at the same time life is only as big as you see it. As ya know and for those that truly know me know that I am a huge fan of God, Jesus Christ, the holy Mary mother of Joseph and the Holy Spirit. I stand and have always stood as a God fearing man, not much as in fearing God himself because he’s proven to me that he is a VERY merciful God but fearing as in fearing for my own sins I commit as a human yet excused for the reasons of how human he mad me. No matter how you live your life, no matter what you believe in, it’s the beauty of knowing that you have a higher power of any element in life that you can turn to when ever you feel the particle of who you are and what you are about can latch on only to heal your mind body and soul in lifes journeys, roads and experiences… and this my friends is what I opened my eyes to, to todays visit to my Gods house… it sure was beautiful, a beautiful message and a great day to have spent with family… I sometimes sit there and stare at my monkey and realize each and every time that how truly blessed I have been as a man who has been through a lot and has been given a lot in return. Once again, I am a Man who honestly believes you are as blessed as you see it… your life is as big as you see it through your very own eyes and that my babes is only the true facts I took with me today… life is good… signing off…

Log In Day 9.(Fri, March 30th)
It is 7:50pm and now just waiting for my boy to head over to hang out… very excited because tomorrow I have a photo shoot for my new Body Revolution program… very excited about it because since I have stopped all Online Social Networking sites I’ve had lots of time to focus on other things and as ya read joining the gym once again has been one of them and I love it… been passed all the stupid girls that go there for the wrong reasons lol and now just focusing on me and my target, getting there really good and proud of myself, havent missed not one day of the gym according to my schedule of work outs… NICE… lol… today was a crazy day at work but along with all my co-workers I was reminded that Lent was just a few more days or at least mine, I know Lent is officially over April 8th but have to cut it short just 2 days before on April 6th… God knows I’ve done well.. Giving up these 42 days just for him and did it very well… kinda went crazy the first week or so but what has kept me going is knowing all the wonders he’s done for me and my life and all the treasures he’s given me. It is now about 8:19pm and just sittin here having a beer and just thinking back to February 24th when I first logged off and what life was about then to what life is about today. Knowing that in 7 days I will be re-connected with the Social Networking world and my life will once again be way different then what it was… though I know today marks another day of peace, relaxation and time for me to have me time… even though my homie is headed this way its still considered me time… no distraction of any Social Networking site or connection of any madness… I gotta say that these past few weeks were great I honestly opened my eyes more to family, my faith and life itself… just so crazy how things always turn out and what things become. Just so crazy how much affect Social Networking has had an effect on my life from day one back in 2005 on Myspace to what it is now 2012 on Facebook… just how much it really fulfils my time and life not because it is a social network, but because of the fulfilment I get off of the all feedbacks from people who tell me day in and day out what I have done for them and their life. Seriousy its an amazing feeling to know you are the reason why people have changed for the better. Imma share something with ya real quick, I know I’ve had a couple of beers already but fuck it lol… I think everyone in life who exists in life has “a” purpose… mine, I honestly believe is to change this world one person at a time for as long as I live… and not only do I feel its my purpose but its also my destiny and my true happiness… beyond the blessings of today and all its beauty today I celebrate two things… life and the coming of Jesus Christ and for dying to save all human life… you know its funny how I have always been one to keep my true and very personal connection with my God exactly that “personal” I’ve never been one to go around and preach to the world and try to change others to follow my beliefs, maybe its why I’ve always seen people who do do that in a weird light… because honestly I have never been one to believe that you can or should try to change peoples personal beliefs, perceptions and thoughts about religion and life… but I have also believed that nobody can ever take your personal connection to your own higher power in what ever that is whether it be God/Jesus Christ, Buda, Ala, Mietzi, or Menotj… it is considered a higher power and some form of element way bigger than you. One will always have that personal connection that nobody but themselves will be able to understand. Time to log off… da homie is just about here and its time to chill and enjoy the last days of this all… signing off…




Log In Day 10. (Thur, April 5th)
Well well well we finally made it to the last day before Daddys Social Network Shutdown for Lent is over… WOW what a crazy experience it has been for me… very spiritual and emotional it was to have had this experience and for the reasons… its about 7:58pm and its Thursday night… been home drinking with the roomie for about 2 hours now and honestly its been a very beautiful ride… she just came back from Vegas and havent caught up with her since she’s been back yesterday, life threw me a curve ball but honestly for the joy and praise I have witnessed in these past 42 days and not only that but what I have lived in the past year have strengthened my ability to survive it and know that everything in life turns out as good as you believe it can… since life has brought me here to Pasadena life sure has been great to me, beyond any and all obstacles life has given me here in Pasadena I gotta say I have felt I have connected much more with my family, my friends, love in life and of course my faith… never really looked at Lent as a time to reflect on where exactly you hold God in your life until this year doing this experiment of giving up Social Networking. It was a time to reflect spiritually and of course time to reflect on the realization on just how much technology has so much power over our lives today and the connection we give into it, or at least someone like me. Even though I have my time to enjoy the time away and more time for things that really have the bigger signification in life I will be the fist to say “I MISSED THE FUCK OUT OF YOU GUYS” all my followers, admirers and those who call themselves my “Fans” as well… for those who have made me the Man I am today the Man I love to be, posting the daily morning inspiration, the daily comics, the daily knowledge and the daily pictures that have made me the person I am… Daddy, DaddyHexx and beyond all that Evón… in the beginning I kinda thought I had jumped way ahead of myself by saying I was giving up Social Networking and didn’t realize how connected and addicted I was after the fact of giving it up, but now after the 42 days have come to an end I see it completely different and DAMN glad I gave it up… it was a time for me to realize and rejuvenate my soul and I did exactly that, so at this point of this experience I read back and trip out on how it all took place… from the first day when I first realized this was gonna be harder then what I expected to today April 5th couple hours before being able to log back onto Facebook…. just realizing exactly what I saw and experienced in all this… so in closing… I say this… know what your higher power is in life, know what to believe in know that life is grater then Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and all them other sites… know where to put your priorities in life and know that the true blessings you will always find in true friends and family. Easty is two days away and for us cahtolics its gonna be a day of celebration but for the world it should be a day of celebration, a celebration of life… as I have always stated that one can never stop living… this message goes along side with that knowing that no matter what life brings no matter what life puts you in know that you will always have something to look forward to if you see it and if you believe it. God maybe the higher power for the majority of this world but that higher power ultimately comes into play as long as you allow it to be bigger than you. It is where you will always find your sanctuary and see it as your safely net. God and Jesus Christ has always been mine and always will… so for that I close it with this… let life become your personal journal through the journey you create today as you walk into tomorrow, let the pages of yesterday become your foundation but do not let it be your author for the pages yet to be written for tomorrow. Live life as colorful as you wish and as loud as you wish but don’t forget… “Don’t Ever Stop Living”

God Bless and live life…

Signing off… Evón


This was my journey…

Friday, November 25, 2011

DADDY'S PERFECT BOYFRIEND

So funny how people always ask me the same question which I love to consider the “MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION”… “Why is a guy like you single”… well I have pondered on posting this and the reason why… but fuck it I think its time and not only that but I think I have gotten to a point in my life where its all about ME…. And I can pretty much post up ANY THING I want to say about MY LIFE… I have been through hell and back and seen so much and I honestly feel I can say what Im about to say in this blog because of my own personal self worth… again, this is MY personal perception on my preference and what makes me happy… if you or anybody feel its too much or you don’t agree… guess what…FUCK U… its my fucken life and if you know me, then you know that I’ve always been about following your true happiness…this is mine…

So with that, here it is… reason why I have been single and if I get into a relationship, reason why my relationships don’t last, or if I do remain single why I stay single for so long…

Well first off, I am a MAN of high expectations, and you know what many people might say that in the game of love you cant have high expectations but you know what I say… FUCK U… I deserve to have high expectations because of what I offer and bring to the table in a relationship… and again, you might not know in detail and in depth of what I’ve been through that has gotten me to this point in my life where I can say things like this and have my high expectations… why, simply because I am NOT going to settle for some piece of shit guy to come up into my life and fuck it up… cuz trust me I have had MANY situations where guys were NEVER worth my time and they proved it to me… they turned out to be pieces of shit and proved to me that all they were worth was a good piece of ass or bullshit… nothing more.

So yes, I have the fucken right to say I deserve the best and deserve a guy who has not only a cute face a nice ass but also values, self respect, morals, a future, and comes from a good family… coming from a good family has always meant something really big because it’s a reflection on them and who they are… in which I have NOT yet found obviously, relationship after relationship its been for me… one thing or another that doesn’t seem to work out… and ya may say or think well if its relationship after relationship then maybe its me…na, for those gay guys out here in LA that know what the dating scene is about ya know what im talking about… its about the guys out here aint worth SHIT… trust me I know I have been dating out here in the LA area for over 15 years and still havent found my PERFECT BOYFRIEND, have come close but obviously not close enough… so, when people ask me “why is a guy like you single” I smile and simply tell them I prefer being single and HAPPY then taken and miserable with someone who isn’t compatible with me or simply NOT WORTH MY TIME…

I have ALWAYS been upfront and straight up with guys I date about my “high expectations” I don’t like to hide it or keep it a secret… I hate for a guy to waste my time and later down the road find out they don’t stand up to my expectations… sorry just me… so I put it all out on the table the minute I see that it has potential to go into something serious… I let them mothaphukers know what I’m about and that I expect A LOT out of a relationship… most of the times they stick around and sometimes they don’t… but its all good for those that do I eventually get to the point where they don’t hold up to my expectations and I easily cut them off and move on… simple as that… I don’t have time to waste time… ya feel me… I think its pointless and really stupid to front about who you are…just be straight up about yo shit… put all the bad shit out on the table, why wait for a couple of months or even years to go by for them to see who you really are… fuck that… its about telling a guy or someone you just met that seems to have potential of a relationship of who you really are…at least that’s the way I think it should be… guys that come across my way know that I say who I truly am from the get go… I don’t front and if they are willing to go for it after the “warning” lol…then fuck it lets see if they last… sad but true… that’s the way I do it and that’s the way I see it… no if’s or but’s…

To this day, most of my X’s can say that I have been there best… how do I know, because I still talk to them… and to this day they are either still in love with me or still hold that space in there heart… why, why the fuck do you think… because I am ONE IN A BILLION… I’m NOTHING like what you see out there… some fucken piece of shit guy with no goals or no motivation and thrive… I have lots to give, love, affections, romance, knowledge, intelligence, good humor, great conversations, a man with substance and fuck it… I have never been a cocky mothaphuka but a good looking guy on top of all that… I have NEVER been a MAN to be full of himself because I consider myself very humble and genuine but GODDAMMIT I know I’m a good looking guy beyond the body and looks… its about what’s inside too… I also know where I have been and all that I’ve been through has made me the MAN I am today and know that what I look for in a guy is only what I deserve… THE BEST… but again it’s the hardest to find… guys now a days don’t seem to understand that and don’t seem to have the values and substance I am looking for… so I guess I continue to be DADDYHEXXX until I do find “the one” which I know he’s out there… never giving up on love… because I know its out there…

But just so ya know and have an idea of how crazy my expectations are…here are a few things of does and don’t’s and what I like in a guy…


What I like in a guy and what I expect for a guy to have or be like if I have an interest:

PHYSICAL:
1. Must be cute
2.Must be smaller meaning thin
3. Signs of masculinity is a HUGE TURN OFF
4. Must not be taller then me, I'm 5'9 (negotiable)
5. A hairy ass is a HUGE TURN OFF
6.Body hair, depends how hairy and where, hairy chest is koo as long as it’s a little, legs and arms is koo
7.Can’t be older then me
8.Tattos are koo as long as it not too many
9.Small waist is A MUST
10. MUST and I repeat MUST have a bubble or nice ass… flat is A HUGE TURN OFF
11. Must NOT have a bigger dick then me (I'm a 9) KEEPIN IT REAL


PERSONALITY:
1.Must be VERY affectionate MUUUUUST
2. Must be catering
3. Must be loving
4. Must be honest
5. Humorous is a HUGE PLUS
6. Must be attentive
7. Must have A LOT of the same interests
8. Must know how to cook
9. Must be clean
10. Must be the “wifey” type
11. Must be total bottom, FUCK VERSATILES
12. Must be fun to party with
13. Must be respectful of himself and of his MAN (ME)
14. Must be dedicated to the relationship
15. NO DRUGS
16. Must be VERY open in the bedroom
17. Must have patience for my big ass temper lol
18. Must be able to balance me out IM A HOT HEAD
19. Family oriented (depends)
20. Prefer a religious focused guy… (depends)
21. Need a guy who will let me take FULL control of the relationship
22. I need a guy who can appreciate the romantic/sweet things I can do
23. MUST be able to handle my high-maintenance personality (require A LOT of attention)
23. I NEED A GUY WHO WILL MAKE ME FEEL LIKE THE MAN I KNOW I AM!!!



OTHER:
1. Must NOT SMOKE (HUGE TURN OFF)





Some day… Some day... Until then, my right had has been just fine!!!



Sunday, August 21, 2011

Don't Stop Living








Well the date is Sunday August 21st and I find myself 3 days away from my release from this house arrest that I've been on for almost 80 days now, and man I have to say that this definitely has been the most emotional and the best thing that has ever happened to me this far in my 32 years of living. Yes I have to say the worst part of all this was being locked up in county and fearing the worst as I layed their in that hard cold bunk hearing the voice and cries of my monkey, that was by far the worst part of this whole experience shit its what put my ass in the emergency room there in county because my ass went into an anxiety attack with all them crazy insane thoughts running through my head... honestly dont know who designed that system but they sure designed it well, to break down the mind in a very severe psychological way... SERIOUSLY. You know I came across hundreds of stories that people sent me after them reading my first blog "Faith Beyond My Innocence" and they would tell me that they had gone through the same thing but they didnt get as far as county and I would just sit there and tell myself, you had a Hilton compared to what I went through... and no it WAS NOT the same... TRUST ME! its a totally different atmosphere/environment that is on a whole different psychological level. Best Believe That!

So I have to say that was the worst seriously was, I consider myself a strong and mentally centered Man who can focus his sanity in the right place, but in that place sanity runs thin beyond ANY control... not only because I was locked up in a regular cell but I was locked up in Solitary Confinement due to the degree of the charges I was facing... and for those that dont know the difference between a regular cell and Solitary Confinement let me elaborate on the differences, a regular cell is about 10 feet long and 6 feet wide, Solitary Confinement is HALF OF THAT... maybe 7 feet long and maaaaaybe 4 feet wide with a tiny little slit of a window to see NOTHING... now imagine being held in that tiny little room for a WHOLE 7 days straight, no shower, no exposure to anybody NOTHING. Just a nasty nasty nasty horrible place oh yeah and dont forget the smell of urine... honestly seriously thinking of writing to Mr. Obama on that because I honestly dont think its sanitary enough... not to be graphic but I held my mothaphuken shit for those 7 days because I was NOT going to sit my ass on that nasty ass toilet that had the worst scum inside, bad simply bad... I mean I understand the design of it, to psychologically break one down but dang un-sanitary is simply un-human for real... The only time that door opened was when they would come and give me food, not only that but they would have me stay seated on my bunk as they would "throw" the food at me, NO JOKE!!! of course it was a little plastic bag that either had a fucken peanut butter sandwich, apple, juice or burrito... so now ya know why a peanut butter sandwich, apples or wrapped up burritos are NOT my thing anymore lol... simply inhuman.

Like in my favorite song that has helped me sooooooo much "Living Proof" by Mary J. Blige, the worst is over, and to me that was the worst and yes even though it was the worst and it was all behind me I faced such an emotional journey of tears, pain, hurt, anger, and worry after the fact. To this day I am eternally grateful for my roommate who has been the joy in my life yet the stress too... I am grateful because he was the one that was there through this whole ordeal and if it wasnt for him I dont think I would have got out of county and on house arrest, he's the one that pushed for them to get me house arrest and they obviously approved it so for that I am in his debt... but what made things a little complicated is that he's also an X of mine who still has strong feelings for me, even though our relationship has ended over 7 years ago he still had strong feelings and has always... and like I said its what made things complicated here in this living situation. I remember it was like the 3rd or 4th night after my release from county that I had been sleeping in the same bed with him (not sexually) but because I didnt want to be alone or scared to wake up out of a bad nightmare alone either, but that night I decided to stay out in the living room, of course it was the first night sleeping alone and first night drinking. Now I know those two are NOT a good combination but I honestly didnt expect me to feel that way, it had been a couple of days and I thought I was fine, I had not cried for nothing other then when I first came out of the court and was released and saw my family and of course my monkey was when I let it out but after that I didnt cry for nothing and its why I think I "thought" I was fine.

Of course I was DEAD wrong... psychologically I was repressing strong and I mean STRONG feelings and they were subconsciously pushed to a little tiny spot in my mind that I like to call "Pandoras Box" which if ya know psychology, its a subconscious space in your mind that sometimes the strongest minded people store feelings they wish NOT to expose or deal with, its a space where we put them feelings and lock them away, BUT what we sometimes DONT understand is that they are very very very VALID feelings and if repressed long enough at any weak moment those feelings will break out of that "space" and come out 10x worse they what they were, and thats exactly what I experienced that 4th night in the living room all by myself at night, my roommate had gone to bed and it was around 11:30pm and I sat there staring at the television as it hit me like a HUGE emotional train, I went back to that day and relived it all... from the arrest at my job, to the vicious interrogation, to the ride down to LA county jail, to the offensive classification process of being called "FAGGOT" by the PUSSYass Sheriffs department, to the crazy voices I began to hear in my own head and of course the cries of my monkey and to the emotional release and being reunited with my family. It all hit me at one time and I couldnt help but to fall into my hands and curl up over my knees and start balling in such an emotional silent cry like I have never cried before... it was a silent cry because I didnt want to wake my roommate but inside I was crying like a 5 year old and hurting as if I had never hurt before, this was like having my heart broken x10.. sucha powerful emotional cry I felt as I curled up on the floor my face on my knees, in that moment I felt SOOOOOO alone, like I had NOBODY to tell me everything was going to be okay, simply horrible feeling... in that very moment I was for the first time in my life... ALONE...

Little did I know it was only the beginning, after that night I began to see the beautiful and amazing support from my family, I mean like any other family we have always had our issues but we have always had the love to bond us... but I have to say through this experience I saw a side of my family that I had NEVER seen before, they shinned through like gold... I have always had a really close bond with my mother but through this experience this woman has made me see her in sucha a grand light... because of the house arrest I had to end up paying all sorts of money for the stupid program and I have been advised not to go public about how much I paid dont know why but I was told I couldnt say that... but I'll tell ya, it was an arm and a leg and because of that I struggled and struggled and struggled with money, was at the verge of loosing my beautiful MARILYN and all my bills became too much. This amazing woman who honestly cant really work a full time job because she's advanced in age said this "Mijo, if I have to, I will return to work to help you get through this and I dont care if my body cant support the pain I will go back to work for you" in that moment that woman showed me that I meant more to her then her own health, not only that but my brother ensured her that if I needed any financial support he would help me out and not to worry about a thing. My little sister along side with my father, mind you this is the father that once didnt want nothing to do with my homosexuallity stood up and said "Mijo, we are here for you".

It was the most amazing thing in my life to see the love and support of my family shine through my darkest hour... the most trying time of my life and the heaviest moment I had ever been in... its when I needed them the most and its when they showed me the most. I am deeply grateful for the love of my family and knowing that when situation rises and in the moment I can say "I need you" and they will be there... we may not have the best communciation at times but now I know that they will put EVERYTHING aside in my moment of need, regardless of anything... so for that I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU and so blessed to know that I have all of you in my world... from the beautiful most loving woman of my mother who I have always had in my corner, from when I was a baby who she spoiled like crazy to the becoming of a Man and treating him like the Man he is today... to my beautiful and crazy little sister who has a lot of similarities like me of being a wild child and living in the moment who I owe a lot of my laughter to because she's the one that has always made my ass laugh, to my tough and thick skin brother who's always fought to be the man of the family after my parents divorce and as stubborn as that mothaphuker is I have mad love and the upmost respect for him for what he showed me and for being that big brother I have always admired and loved with all my heart... to the loving man deep down inside I know he is but from a distance and the most Mexican man I know in my life of the biggest ego and pride who once didnt accept me for me who I now love with all my heart and thankful to have even though he's a stubborn man he will always hold the title "father" and of course with out my little star, my life, my breath, my sunshine and moon, my everything... with out you I would be nothing... without your existance my life would mean nothing, you were and have always been my motive in life, my strength and my joy... my monkey, he's the reason why I DIDNT give up... sucha a huge bond and power behind that little face... love you monkey...

That had to be the best part of this all... to have gotten the chance to have my family truly shine through for me, words simply aren't enough to describe that feeling... it sure was a true blessing... that was just the emotional part I had bonding with my family but the picture didn't stay painted pretty for long... the emotional crap began with the struggle to fight keep my job, my car, and my sanity... even though I had the love and support from my family I was dealing with other stuff beyond that... due to the amount of police cars showing up at my job which I think were 10 or 12, Human Resources were strongly refusing my return to work, they never found out the real reason why I was arrested but the one who fought for me was my supervisor which I owe him so much, he's the only one that I told because I trusted him and him and I have had personal talks in the past and he's told met hat he see's that I have always been a good worker and on a personal level he would tell me that he could see the maturity level and that is why it was easy for him to tell me certain things professionally and personally and I felt I had to be honest with him so that he could understand my story more and help me more, which he did, this man went beyond Human Resources and went straight to the VP of the company to get my approval to come back to work, he believed in me and knew that I was a valuable employee and he mad the VP see that... sure enough he got me my job back. I think what made that part so frustrating and emotional for me was that if I would have lost my job their was no way in hell I would have been able to pay for the house arrest program and I would have had to go back to county, I wasn't going to have my brother or my mother struggle to pay it for me, it was my problem as a grown Man and it was my responsibility as well... thank God I got my job back.

Well after struggle with every freakin penny I had and money always being an issue things began to go south between me and my roommate, and I think it became more emotional because nights and weekends I was stuck, literally stuck at home under house arrest and didnt have the liberty to walk out... but see me and him have ALWAYS had that issue even when we were together, when it got into heated conversations about anything he wouldnt listen to me and I wouldnt listen to him... and all that was said was noise... it became sooooo frustrating to be here and more, because I had no where to go but the damn bathroom... lol... I remember having a moment in the bathroom to myself just so emotionally frustrated that I just wanted to get up and RUN OUT and seriously thought of that and saying FUCK IT!!! I'll run away with the damn bracelet to Vegas or something lol... that's how bad it got... always in a fight, always arguing and always just making noise... to this day we have our moments where we get into it but I got to say we've managed much better from what it was and simply because I said "we don't have to agree with what we say or feel all the time BUT we will respect each others feelings and thought" with that things definitely changed and honestly it should be like that in any relationship whether it be friends or boyfriends or husband/wife, you dont always have to agree with what your partner is saying but you should always respect their valid thoughts and feelings... and its what we are practicing, I consider him a very dear and close friend and even though I hate his guts sometimes and we jump into pointless and I mean pointless bullshit I love him with all my heart for the Man that he is and the Man he has been for me through all of this... we remain as good friends now and working on this friendship... finally seem to be at peace with him and him with me...

So beyond all the crap I dealt with from crazy money issues, to almost losing my car and job, having so many car issues too... my poor baby Marilyn... to dealing with the emotions of the pain and silent depression I had at first, to dealing with the bullshit at home with my roommate, slowly very slowly I began to take everything and appreciate everything for what it was... and its what helped me through this whole experience... because in life everything and everyone in it isnt always going to be something you agree with, but its something you appreciate it for what it is... life has many hundreds and thousands of experiences it puts in your journey for what ever reason, know that every reason is significant to its existence in your life... dont fear them, to run from them, dont hide from them... embrace all that comes your way for the beauty it is... and I say beauty because everything and I mean EVERYTHING that happens in your life doesnt just happen to happen, it happens for a very uniquely designed reason and that design is made just for you... what I went through was meant for me and only me... and I take it as a friend told me "a blessing in disguise" and it truly was my blessing in disguise... it change who I was to the Man I am today, more powerful, more centered and truly more appreciative of life as a whole and everything in it...

I said this once and I will say it again, I hold no grudge, I hold no anger for the person who was merely a small part in all of this... simply because without him I would have never gone through this amazing story, it was my own choices that lead me to go through this experience and I learned from it and learned well... I am at complete peace with everything about him and have left it behind me, only reason why I mention him now at the end of this blog is because many still ask me about him and bring him up and I simply reply... "It wasn't his fault, it was Gods design" and with that I argue no more...

I am on top of the world and feel as if I can fly, and to me the sky is the limit from this moment on and all I really want you guys to see is that I am living proof that through any struggle in life with faith, hope and love you succeed ahead with life... know to listen to that inner voice called the voice of reason before making bad choices, and know that life truly is a blessing everyday in that waking moment... know to truly accept all the bad things in life and trust me when you do you will be able to embrace life for the immense power and beauty it holds... because everything about life is beyond words for me at this moment... and even though I understand now that we as humans have to experience a traumatic event to truly value life for what it really is, but please take my story for those who haven't gone through something so traumatic and see that I stood far beyond giving into the collapse of my life... I stood strong beyond it all and with the elements of faith and love at my side I over came it all... now all I have is the world before me as I step into it with no limits...

If you ever find yourself in a hard time in your life just believe in something, believe in hope believe in faith or believe in yourself and don't simply Don't Ever Stop Living.

-eVoN Forever.





Monday, July 4, 2011

Faith Beyond my Innocence






The following story you are about to read is based off of the true events that took place in a point in my life. Certain names or individuals were not identified in this story or their names have been changed for the protection of their identity. As always like in all of my true and real writings, the following is the untold truth of what I experienced through this story and what my experience was and how it changed me for the better. I would like to ask those who read my story to take a look and focus on the outcome of the story and the positive it had on my life and not the negative of this story.

In this story you will read the experience that lead to my arrest and being falsely accused on 17 counts and spent 2 weeks in California state county jail. In the end having plead “no contest” to the 2 counts they kept and having gone through the investigations where in the end they considered it “an innocent man who was only manipulated by an individual”.

I sincerely request that all judgments and negative perceptions on any individual in this story not be applied and simply take this story for the positive change to this world this story has been intended for.


Thank you -eVoN




This story began in the beginning of 2010... A certain guy had grabbed my attention back when Myspace was still a pretty popular site to visit and meet others. I had met a guy who grabbed my attention… his Myspace read: Single, Hispanic and 18... A distant attraction at the beginning after having met him… which very quickly turned into a sexual connection through the passing months. Months passed and one thing led to another and we became not only intimate but emotionally involved. The more I tried to avoid emotional connection with him the more I found myself being drawn into him for who he began showing me who he was. About a year had past and the year had flew by and it was around January when things became very serious for him and I. By this time it got to the point of asking him to move in with me in my apartment and its where the story of my life began…

He moved in and we began our life together as a couple… he showed me a side of him that I had never seen which is what truly grabbed my attention about him and its what made me fall in love, well in love for what I thought was true love at the time…little did I know he had kept a little secret from me hidden in his pockets of secrets. Around this time we had already been sexually involved and obviously emotionally connected when he dropped the bomb on me that he really wasn’t 18, he was just about to turn 17. Mind you I had already given him my heart and my commitment emotionally. I was frozen in my own surprise when he had shared that news with me, not only for that reason but also because he had betrayed me with a fake ID which at the time I thought was real, come to find out it wasn’t.

Obviously I knew this relationship could no longer be a relationship because not only was it illegal but I just couldn’t get comfortable with the idea of being with a minor, it just didn’t sit well with me at all… I became what you call paranoid about the relationship… and quickly my first thought was to get out of the relationship and away from him…which is what I tried but I clearly remember that first attempt… he threatened me with calling the police and of course never having experienced something like this I had no idea what the fuck to do… so of course I stayed and tried to make the relationship work which was my mistake but again I had no idea that there was a way out but of course I stayed through it only to go through the story of my life…

I would have come to try to attempt to leave the relationship about 4 times before we finally parted ways and of course on bad terms. Every time I tried leaving him he would always use that against me “You want me to call the cops” was his favorite line and with each time he used that, each time I fell into this lost and fearful emotion… here I was having to be with this minor and to be honest with you by this time I felt as if I was his prisoner… if I left him I’d get thrown in jail and my life would be over but if I stayed I felt I needed to put on a phony face to please him. I remember clearly one time breaking down in front of him asking him to let me go… and all he could reply with “fine go, too bad you’re gonna loose your car” and of course with that I asked him to come back only because I was terrified of loosing everything. Mind you I had never been through something like this in my life and didn’t know that in the end I would come to find out there was a way out.

Well months had passed and we had been officially together for about 4 months and by this time we had moved out of my apartment and I had moved my things into a friends house but still in the relationship with my boyfriend… at this time I’m staying with him at his moms house who knew that I was his boyfriend and dindt have a problem with it at all… I basically stayed there everyday and spent the night there and would only go to my friends house where my clothes were to get certain things and then I would head back to his house and stay there. That’s where the relationship became edgy because we were both under different stresses… me because I still had that hanging over my head and didn’t know any way out and him because of his family I mean come on we stayed in the living room on a sofa because it was only a one bedroom apartment where his mother, sister, sisters boyfriend and his little niece all slept, then on top of that the both of us in the living room… so of course it was bound to get stressful.

It was only about a month that I was there and before he did the unthinkable… during this month I tried to leave the relationship like 2 more times but of course I would only do a revolving door and go right back to him… until finally I was just fed up with all the bullshit that on May 27th the Friday before the long Memorial weekend… him and I had a fight where I let him get very verbal with me in expressing his feelings… he went all the way to making me feel like nothing… it may have been his frustrations with the whole situation of what had been going on at his mothers house and from how he saw the relationship diminishing… so I just simply sat back and let him vent it all out…I also remember him taking my phone and running off… I simply grabbed my things and took off to my car because I was ready to leave. Once I got to my car of course there he was waiting and emotionally frustrated. He vented some more as I looked up at him and said Im done…by this time I really didn’t care what he threatened me with that I simply said “keep my phone im done” in my mind I was just simply over the emotional bullshit of having to deal with someone who could hold something like that over your head. He kept my phone and I took off.

I didn’t hear from him the next day, the day after and even that holiday. I returned to work that following Tuesday and around 8:25am he called me at work talking about he was sorry for disrespecting me and saying all that shit. I told him I was over it and didn’t really care… he seemed to be still in an aggressive state of mind but then said “you can come pick up your phone during your lunch hour” I said that would be fine and hung up. Thinking of why wait around till lunch why not go pick it up right now… so I called him back to see if he was there so that I could just go pick it up and get it over with… when he picked up he seemed bothered and when I asked him if I could go pick it up he said he wasn’t home and to just go during my lunch hour… I said fine. Hung up and then about an hour later he called back saying he wasn’t going to be home that he would call me when he got home so that I can pick it up. By this time I got really pissed and frustrated that all I remember saying was “you know what keep the fucken phone I’m done” and hung up.

It was about 10:45am when I got a phone call at my desk from the front reception “can you please come out to the front” and with that I knew right away something wasn’t right… the reception desk had NEVER called me just to ask that…they would always tell me why they needed me to go to the front for a pick up or a customer. So as I’m walking out to the front desk something told me something wasn’t right, so I headed out a side door where customers do drop offs and through this door you can see the front lobby entrance so I decided to peek out of that door and to my surprise what do I see 4 cop cars. NICE… to this day it was the weirdest thing for me…for some reason I was calm and collect… I walked back to my desk to turn off my computer and close up my desk, even though I knew I was taking a little ride in my head I thought it wasn’t that serious and that maybe I’d be back to work that day, was I wrong.

As Im walking to the front all kinds of thoughts are going through my head, why did you do this, why me, I should have left him, my mom where is my mom, my little one I need my monkey… man it was the first time I had ever experienced that… thousands of thoughts running through my head in that moment. I remember walking through the double doors and seeing 4 cops in the lobby waiting for me as one asks me “are you Hector Hernandez” as I answered yes… he then said “can you please step outside” as Im walking out to the front of the building… I have to say it was the most degrading and embarrassing moment of my life… mind you I’m at work and as Im being escorted out by 4 police men, off to the left of the building was the sales department which of course they all got front row seating to my arrest, not to mention my boss was there all seeing me through the window… and on top of that some executives were walking out of the lobby at that time. “You are under arrest for being sexually involved with a minor” WHOOAAA this is a nightmare this is a fucken nightmare is what I kept thinking and all I remember was closing my eyes tight and hoping to wake up from a bad dream, but it was only the beginning of my nightmare come reality.

I was driven to Mission Hills police station where I was maliciously interrogated by two female investigators… I know its their job to mentally break you down but fuck that interrogation was the worst thing I had ever gone through… after a grueling hour of severe and very graphic questions they finally labeled me “a pedophile/child molester” its when my whole life turned into the biggest nightmare I had ever seen come to a reality right before my eyes. They began to ask me why did I rape him, why did I force him into having sex, why did I hurt him… questions that just kept getting worse and worse because none of it was true and none of it I had committed… I felt like I was falling into a dark hole where nobody even cared to hear my side of the story… after I told them what really happened they just looked at me and smiled…I clearly remember the investigators last sentence to me “so you’re going to stick with that story” and picked up her note book, the audio recorder and walked out of the room as a female cop walked me back into the holding cell as she began to say “if I were you I’d come clean with the truth”. What was I gonna say to her “bitch don’t get up in the mix this has nothing to do with you?” I had no choice but to keep my innocence and stand by the truth, which was my side of the story. But I guess in the state of California once a minor says something, you have no rights and you become what ever it is they say you were, which I will get into of how I feel about that later on in this story…

After spending about another hour in that holding cell, they finally transferred me to Van Nuys police station where they finally booked me on all sorts of charges. They had not told me yet by that time how many charges and what they were… so all I could do is sit there in that dirty stank room of a holding cell for about 3 days. They had scheduled me to go to court that Thursday. Of course being in that cell without windows or clocks or pretty much anything you go fucken crazy not knowing what time or day it is… during this time is when I was given a chance to call my roommate and have him help me… I have to say he was my strength through all of this… he’s the one that helped me get to where I am now… and I gotta say he was considered my guardian angel through all of this…he was the one that I kept in contact through the whole thing because I didn’t want my mother knowing, well at the time its when I seriously thought it was gonna be over pretty soon. He was the one that I called the few times I was given a chance to make a call which wasn’t too often.

Well Thursday morning came around and it was time for me to go to court, so around 3am these mothaphukers woke me and a couple of other inmates up to head to court. The process took about 3 hours and we were scheduled to be at court by 8... By this time I had already been given my wrist band of being labeled “special” and for those who don’t know the meaning of that, men who are labeled “special” in county are either gay or were involved with minors and the reason for that is that if they were to end up in main line they would probably not get out alive… especially those who were involved with minors… so there I was off to court and off to hear my fate the state of California would have for me. We got to the San Fernando Court House on time and they quickly moved us into the holding cell to be seen by the judge. Of course they broke me and some other guy into a separate room from the main line guys… in this other room there were 5 other guys in there all dressed in blue with the “special” wrist band like mine… in this room I would come to be in all fucken day for about 8 hours and in this room I would have met an Armenian guy who pretty much gave me the run down on what to do and not do in county. This is when I realized that I was not gonna be going home soon… reality slowly began to set in, in this room.

Finally after 7 hours in that room they called me up and it was when I had met my attorney for the first time. I walked up to the little room where I saw her behind a glass window as I looked at her and all she could do is shake her head and give me that look of bad news. I sat down and we both introduced ourselves as she quickly started telling me… “well I can tell you this doesn’t look good at all, you wont be getting out of here for a very long time”… its when she began to glance through the case and she even said “I haven’t really had much time to go through your case but just through the glance I had this doesn’t look good” its when I first had found out that the state of California was charging me on 17 counts of statutory rape, child molestations, forceful sexual entry, endangering a minor and so on… the list went on and I just could not believe what she was telling me, I broke down into tears as she kept making things sound worse and worse. Turns out that my so called boyfriend at the time really tried to finish me off by telling them I was the one forcing him into this relationship but of course my side didn’t matter to them.

See what made it easy for them to accuse me of all that he had told them was that on my cell phone we had taken pretty graphic pictures of us having sex and a video of him giving me oral sex as well…so with that they had hard evidence but little did they know the whole story behind the pictures and behind his lies. They didn’t know he manipulated me in this relationship. They didn’t know what had really happened and in cases like this your side doesn’t really matter and doesn’t mean shit… which to this day I think is fucken bullshit because cases like mine were very unique… the state of California wasn’t looking at the whole story, they just saw a poor little 17 year old crying his eyes out and saying I forced him into all this so of course they looked at that and not the reality of the story. I just remember my attorney asking me “are you admitting to those photos is all I need to hear” and of course I could not say it wasn’t me… so that’s where the case began and my life changed for good.

They rescheduled my case for the following week as my attorney said you will be in custody in county for now… so naturally not being ever in county or have ever gone through some thing like this I was shitting bricks by that time. So off I went to Los Angeles state county. I remember when they put my ass back in the bus to transport me to county, on the way there I had passed my moms house and its when I broke down thinking this was gonna be a very serious thing I was gonna go through and that I would not be seeing my family and even more my little one for a very long time. I couldn’t hold the tears back as we drove passed by my mothers house… it was a feeling I hope to never go through again, a feeling of all lost hope and endless fear of not knowing what was gonna happen next… it was the worst ride I ever had… knowing I was on my way to a place I had never been to and knew I never wanted to go but there I was on my way to county… its where the second part of this story takes place… this is where my life truly changed… its what this story is truly intended to be focused on… only reason the beginning of this story was even mentioned was because without the beginning, this second half would have not made sense… its where I experienced the horror of county jail…

It was around 5:30pm and we had just arrived at county and all 15 of us inmates un board the bus and walk into Twin Towers in the city of Los Angeles… mind you at this time I’m shitting bricks because all I see around me are these fucken street gangstas and fucken thugs that are use to this life and who would do shit to a mothaphuka to get to where they are… don’t get me wrong I wasn’t all bitched out and crying through this whole process I consider myself with a pretty strong mind to sustain a lot so I was koo in the beginning I kept it together during the medical check in and just getting in… it was up until checking in and finally changing from my street clothes into my blues, yes it was me and like 15 other inmates that had to strip down to nothing to change into our blues… county blues that is… and shit of course I had no problem stripping down to nothing shit I was more like yeah mothaphukas ya aint got shit on me… body and size fuck ya… lol… but little did I know it’s the last place you want to look good at lol…oh little did I know. As I remember changing into my blues I remember them walking us down the line over to medical which is where they evaluate you for any medical problems.

Im standing there and all I hear is my name being called but didn’t see who called me so I walk on over and the biggest dick head of a sheriff looks at me and says you come here as I look at him and ask “who me” and he replies “YOU’RE THE FAGGOT RIGHT” I wanted to say “How rude” but of course you cant say shit like that there so of course I was like yes sir I’m “the” faggot and walked over to him… man its when I saw that county was no joke and they had no respect for any mothaphuka inside… to them everyone there was guilty and the lowest of the low… turns out that some of these sherrifs already knew why I was there and like I said in the state of California child molesters or pedophiles are considered worse then murderers. So I got treated pretty bad in some occasions… called faggot and at one time by a female sheriff who looked at me and said “you make me sick” it was horrible to be in a place where everyone passed judgment on you with not even having a clue the truth and the real story. There were many times I wanted to burst out into tears but what kept me going was that I knew the truth and knew that in Gods eyes I was innocent of all the accusations I was being held responsible for…

Well after like 7 hours I was finally checked in through medical and find myself waiting in some waiting room where there was TV and it was in the open but with like 20 other guys… I sat down next to this guy who seemed pretty reserved and quiet… I sat next to him for about 10 minutes when he began to talk to me… “what you in for homie” and of course remembering the advice the one Armenian guy gave me back in the holding cell at the court to watch who I disclose my information to, I simply told the guy “bullshit homie fucken bullshit” and he turned to me and said “yup, its all bullshit around here homie” as he began to tell me his story… he had been arrested for position of drugs, he said his baby momma called the cops on him and that’s why he had been arrested… crazy part about that was that they had a 3 year old daughter who he said he had tried to give up the drugs for… as he’s sitting there telling me his story all I could do is see the pain in his eyes and the tears just held back… “you know homie, it was my daughter who could have saved me but I choose this life and its what brought me here” man I didn’t know what to say to him… I was no where near in any position to try to be the real me and give him some advice I was too emotionally fucked up on my situation so I just listened to him and his pain…


I think it was around 2:30am when they finally announced we were finally headed up the towers to our rooms so we can finally go to sleep… even though my body felt like it was just ready to give out and collapse my mind was still fully awake because of what was going on… so there we were walking up to the cells in the north tower… we make it to the cells and as they called our names one by one I noticed everyone was getting an open bunk in what they called the day room which was just an open area with bunk beds… when they called my name the sheriff looked at me and said “Hernandez, you get cell number 4” and so I looked over and saw this tiny little cell with a glass door with the number 4. I didn’t question the sheriff but in my head I was thinking why the hell am I the only one getting a enclosed cell… I walked in with hundreds of questions in my head as a female sheriff walked behind me and slammed the door and locked it. I didn’t know why the hell they had put me only in that cell and everybody else got to be in the open, come to find out after all this was over that they were looking at me as a man who committed a very serious felony and with 17 counts pinned on me they were giving me the worst, it was a true nightmare coming to a reality for me.

I remember waking up out of my sleep must have been around 2am and opening my eyes and just seeing through the knitted wool blanket I had and just hoping that when I uncovered my self I would be at home or waking up to my little ones laugh… but that was far from a reality, I woke up to an empty cell and a solid stone wall with the freezing 65 degree air conditioning blowing from the vent. It was a nightmare that I kept trying to wake up from but kept waking up and realizing that nightmare was no where near over… so all I remember thinking and trying to do was sleep but every fucken hour or two they would call out names of inmates because it was just a non stop thing of moving inmates in and out so there was a little speaker in my cell that would wake my ass up every hour… so even if I tried to sleep I would be woken up by the loud ass PA system… it began to take its toll on me mentally… everything slowly began to take toll on me, the psychological part of it started to break me down. What drove me inside in that tiny little room was hearing my little ones voice in my head and hearing him laugh and calling my name, uuughhh even to this day just thinking back to those moments I tear up… it was the hardest part of this…

I remember it must have been Friday night or Saturday night when I asked one of the inmates to make a phone call for me to my roommate… in which he did, the call went through and my roommate gave this guy some information little but it was something, but I wish I hadn’t found out that information because it only made things worse for me… my roommate told this guy that the investigators had gone to my roommates house where I was staying to collect and pick up things such as my camera and other cell phones to build a case against me… and with that I had no clue what they really went over to pick up to hold as evidence… but just knowing that they really were building a case against me sounded serious… so my mind began to run a thousand miles per hour… not knowing what really was gonna be my outcome on this. Was I really gonna stay there for a long time, were they really gonna believe all the bullshit he was telling them… my mind became my enemy… not only that but I guess because I didn’t get to hear my roommates voice it was the inmate who would walk back and fourth from the phone to my cell door obviously because I couldn’t get out of my cell… it was frustrated to not be able to hear my roommates voice and talk with him… I think its what really made that hard on me…later that night I would find myself trying to go to sleep but beyond that I would find myself emotionally fucked from everything that is going on, hearing my little one crying, my mother crying and all these voices talking to me… its when I found myself waking up in the middle of an anxiety attack gasping for air… I couldn’t take it and next thing you know I was rushed to the medical area of the dorms I was in… they were able to calm me down and gave me some medication I think adevan or something like that… which did calm me down… but none the less they kept monitoring me after that attack… it was the craziest thing, I had never had an anxiety attack in my life… was back in my cell and knocked out…

By this time I have lost track of time and obviously track of the days too.. Even though I had a tiny little slit of a window in my cell I couldn’t keep up with the days… it must have been Sunday morning when they called me out of my cell for a check up… in the nurses room I noticed the nurse kept staring at me, finally she asked, “this is your first time here isn’t it?” I replied “yes mamm” she walked into the doctors office and came back out with the doctor as the doctor said “I need you to be honest with me, have you ever had an anxiety attack before” as I replied “no mamm never” they went back into the office and then the nurse came back out and said okay you can leave. I never found out what the nurse said to the doctor that the doctor came out to ask me that… I went back outside to the waiting room to wait for the sheriff to escort me back to my cell when in the waiting room there was an inmate sitting there by himself I guess he had been seen by the nurse and was waiting like me… “sup homie” he said, “sup man” I replied… “aint this some shit” he said “the only TV we get and they put the home shopping network” I smiled and he started to talk about that when he gets out the first thing he’s gonna do is go to McDonalds and get some fries… I asked him how long he had been in and he said 2 years and then I asked him how long was he in for and he said 30... He looked to be in his mid 30’s or late 30’s all I could think of is dang this guys attitude was set on that moment when he gets out in 30 years he’s going straight to McDonalds… and here I was just wanting to see my little one… he then looked at me and said, “I saw that you’re in confinement” and I didn’t know what that meant… so I asked him what is that and he said, its when you commit a felony and you have a lot of counts… he said he knew because its what he had when he first got there, he was there for attempted murder. As the sheriff came out to escort me back to my cell, the guy looked at me and said “don’t regret anything you’ve done, because if you do you’re gonna go crazy in your own mind” I took that advice with me…


As the sheriff escorted me back to my cell I took the chance to ask her if it would be okay to go shower since I had not been given the chance to since I had gotten arrested which had been almost a week… she looked at me and said “okay, but im being nice so if you fuck this up you will never get out okay” she seemed to have a sensitive side a very caring side to her though she still had a tough side of course being a sheriff I think you need to. So quickly I went to my cell and grabbed my towel and ran upstairs to take a shower, as im taking my shower I’m rushing scrubbing everything very well because I didn’t know when I was gonna be able to take another one, I stripped down to nothing and used my underwear as a scrub to scrub it all down, I mean scrubbed it all down… that shower had to have been the fastest shower I had ever taken in my life… even though it was only a shower it felt like I had showered away a lot of emotional bullshit… I was still in the mindset of what the fuck is next and I think I was starting to slowing accept the fact that it was a very big possibility that I would not be getting out any time soon… well at least its what direction my mind began to go down.

As I came downstairs I noticed nobody in the day room where all the inmates were and the phone available so of course I grabbed the phone and called my roommate, he gave me a little bit of hope as I broke down on the phone begging him to get me out and begging him to pray for me… it was very emotional to have been able to talk to someone familiar after having been locked up like an animal and knowing that you probably wont be getting out anytime soon and really not knowing what was coming next… yes it was very emotional so obviously I was human and broke down on the phone, wanting to know if my mother was okay because she has health problems and to only imagine that her baby is locked up could have cause her to have some kind of attack and end up in the hospital and just the thought of that scared me and made it harder for me to think my mother could end up in the hospital because of all this… I had so many questions for my roommate because it was only a brief moment I got to speak with him, wanted to know about my car, my job, what my attorney had said to him… I really didn’t get much but the little that I did made me feel better… my roommate had informed me that my next court date was that coming Wednesday… and I think it was Sunday when I had talked to him. So for the next three days I would have come across many individuals that would change my life for good.

I think it was Monday morning after that disgusting poor excuse of a breakfast when they began to call all sorts of names including mine, they asked to grab all your shit and to come down to the front that we were being moved. Fucken happy to hear that I was being moved from that shit hole of a cell but not knowing where they were moving me to I was just happy to be out of that fucken cell. They took about 12 of us down to another holding cell… and threw my ass into another cell which pissed me off, you mean ya moved me from one fucken cell to move me into another one… aint this some shit I thought to myself… so frustrated and just ready to give up I sat there for a couple hours when they called me out again and said bring your stuff… that’s where my journey got crazy and I saw shit I will never forget… turned out that I was only in temporary holding and I was on my way to permanent housing… but before I got to my destination of permanent housing I would have to go through classifications… man the craziest place… so I thought… they transferred me into a little room with 3 other guys, one a baldy (pelon), another a black queen, and the third a Hispanic quiet guy with long hair… there the bald guy and the black queen were pretty cool, they began to tell me what was to come next which is what they called 3500 a big dorm where all mayhem lives and you are set free to do what ever the fuck you want… the black queen said yeah it’s the shit you’re gonna like it, I looked at him “like it” mohtaphukah I want to go home… he made it seem like it was just one big fuck fest and all sorts of crazy shit went down… sure didn’t sound like it was something I wanted to look forward to.

Couple of hours there they then transferred me to a holding cell where it was pretty crazy, in this room they didn’t care if you didn’t anything… no sheriff to look after us nothing, I gotta say it was pretty chill but what I saw happen there was pretty disturbing… in this room there must have been like 15 people, couple of them were transgender, two or three blacks, couple of Hispanics and whites… there the two transgender kept hitting on me and trying to play nice with me… I was not having it… I kept telling them I wasn’t there for fuck around… hells na… I was there on false accusations and wanted to get out but was definitely not there to fuck around. So they left me alone and I began to talk with one of the black guys he told me his story of how he ended up there… it must have been midnight or something everyone was asleep and it was just him and I up talking… what a story he had… his mother had abandoned him from the age of 12... She was a drug user and he was on his own since then, he was forced to raise himself and of course not having parents there he had his fair share of fuck ups… which is what lead him there… on armed robbery and possession of a drugs… he said he had a little baby girl with his baby momma but his baby momma always made it hard for him to see her… he would not allow him to see her because of who he was… he said he knew his life was crazy but even more he knew he probably would never see his baby girl again because he was either gonna get shot or die of a drug overdose… man it was crazy laying there listening to his story… was sad… really sad.

Before I would leave that room in the morning I would have kicked off of my bunk by one of the trannys who wanted to get fucked by me and when I refused she got one of the Hispanic guys to fuck her on the bunk I was sleeping on… I jumped off that bunk because I wasn’t gonna stay there to see that nasty shit… and since there were no more bunks available I would find myself hurtled on the cold cement floor falling asleep. Next thing you know the door flys open and morning crept up as they called one by one out, they were going to interview us one by one to see where on the gay scale we were… it was called classification. In this area they asked me all sorts of questions such as do you know what a glory hole is, what is bareback, what about a circuit party? All sorts of questions about the gay world and they also asked me a lot of questions about who is Daddyhexxx I was like are u serious… no joke…I guess they investigated everything about me and of course that was gonna come up…they also kept asking me if I was sure if I was gay or not they wouldn’t believe I was… they thought I was just trying to get over to the gay side… so for that they threw me in the lowest dorm considered there which was 3500, they said that’s where all the fuck ups go and where all the guys who don’t appear to be gay go too… well lucky me I got to go there… me and one of the black guys were thrown into this dorm… it was like out of a movie… the minute we walked in all sorts of things were going on… just this big ass party like place… so you know my ass was shitting bricks… next thing you know they take the black guy back out because there wasn’t enough room in that dorm so Im the only new guy in this dorm…

I seriously thought I was gonna get eaten alive… I tried putting on my “yeah im tough street guy mothaphukah” face but it didn’t work… as I get to my assigned bunk and I begin to put my blanket up and my stuff some short black guy creeps up and gives me that look like im either gonna fuck you up right now or I want some… that little shit creeped up and said, na im just fucking witchu brotha… as he introduced himself “I’m Jessie” what’s yours… he broke it down to me that everything there was pretty chilled and laid back, he introduced me to some kats there and for a minute I was thinking it was gonna be alright… at this time I meet some Hispanic guy who happened to know an old friend of mine from way back when I use to party in the 90’s… I pretty much kicked it with him the whole time I was there… he told me that yeah this place may seem koo and chill but at night is when all the shit happens… so he said if someone wants to fuck around with you they will make it obvious at night… I was like great… and sure enough that night a tranny walked up to my bunk when everyone was asleep and said “ey, I wanna suck yo dick pa… you down” and of course not being there for that I refused… as I refused with the other transsexuals earlier that day… but this tranny wasn’t taking no for an answer… she actually got bothered and said “if you aint gonna fuck wit me then you gonna fuck wit me” I had no idea what the fuck that meant but I tell you it scared the fuck out of me… I was like great am I gonna be this trannys fucken bitch here… I was like oh hells na… that night I slept with one fucken eye open because I didn’t know what this bitch had planned…

Well Wednesday morning came and it was my court date… so I was called up early that morning as I whisked off at 3am from my bunk and at that time I think is when the ones that have court get up… so of course they wake up everybody… as my name was called to head out everyone was yelling out good luck, don’t come back… good luck don’t come back… I kept thinking in my head God please please please let this be the last time I come back to this place… all I could do is simply pray and pray… they got me ready and all chained up and ready to transport me back to San Fernando court house… there were like 30 inmates waiting to go to court but only three of us headed to the San Fernando Valley court house… so they tossed us three into the bus as we waited for like an hour until the main line joined us and we were off to the court house. As we were waiting for the main line to board the bus and it was just me and the other two inmates on the bus the song “My Girl” came on the radio and there was this line in that song that for some reason gave me hope… it was “I got sunshine on a cloudy day, when its cold outside I got the month of may” with that line like I said for some reason gave me so much hope for that day… it was my little hope that I kept with me and kept it with me all the way to the court… yeah as cheesy as that may sound it was my little hope…

Well there I was back at the court and back in that one holding cell with like 5 other guys, this time I didn’t wait too long to be seen when the sheriff came in the cell and called my name… I was escorted up to the court room where I met up with my attorney for the second time before walking into the court room and having my sentence read out to me… my palms are sweaty and im nervous as hell, all I kept saying in my head was please lord please help me, be with me and let justice be served… all I could do was pray and pray and pray… finally I’m back at that little window in my blues and chained up and my attorney is sitting there… she looks at me and says… “okay so heres the deal, I wasn’t able to drop any counts and they want to press the charges as they were but, the good news is that they believe you are NOT a pedophile and know this kid was just a punk out to get you” even though I was still scared that they were holding the 17 counts it was a relief to know that they weren’t labeling me a pedophile anymore… it was such a relief to know that they had done their investigation and saw this kid was just out to do me dirty. She then said Im trying to negotiate this with them so before we make this final I want to see what I can do… she then said “you’re whole family is here to support you, your mother, brother sister and some cousins along with your roommate” my god the most beautiful words I heard, to know that my whole family had gone to support me gave me the biggest hope ever.. To know they were there to back me up 100%… she then said that looks good on your end… however I’m going to see what I can do about the rest.

She left and I waited in agony as I prayed like I have never prayed in my life… I think God got irritated with me with so many prayers I had sent his way… I asked him to please watch over me to help me through this… to see me out of there… after a tormenting 20 minutes she came back and said… okay GREAT news, I got them to drop 15 of the 17 charges… and they dropped the time from 2 years to 98 days in county… I was still not having it… I mean 98 days was way better then 2 years… but still I didn’t belong there… so I said okay fine look… Im fine with that but only thing is that I cannot go back to county and she asked why, I then said that I felt sexually threatened there because of what I had seen… she then looked at me and said well damn that changes everything in this case… okay okay let me see what I can pull… so she left again and I waited for another 20 minutes… finally she came down and as I looked at her she gave me this look of relief and gave me the okay signal with her fingers. As I walked up to the window and sat down she said… okay so I ran into one of the chairman who I go way back working with… who basically helped me in the case and was able to do the biggest favor my attorney had ever seen… they dropped 15 of the 17 charges, they dropped the 2 years and left me with 78 days, they dropped the registrations, they dropped the fines and they approved the house arrest so the remainder of my time was approved to complete under house arrest instead of county. I BROKE DOOOOOOOWN BITCHES… I BROKE DOWN…

The happiest I have ever been in my entire life to have heard those words… I was pronounced innocent of 15 of the 17 counts they were pinning on me… and they had dropped everything pretty much…I just wanted to run out and hug my family… only reason the kept two of the counts is because of my cell phone, technically I had had sex with a minor under the circumstances but the important part was that I was not considered a pedophile and innocent of all the phony charges of child molestations… which was the biggest relief for me because if I would have been convicted of all that bullshit I would have never been able to be or see my little one ever again… which I just could not imagine going through that, he is my world and he was my strength through all of this… his little face is what kept me going… him and along with my family and of course the help of my roommate that I am grateful for to this day because if it wasn’t for him I don’t know if I would have come this far…

Well the had taken me into the court room where the judge made it final and clear what the charges were and of course my probation of 3 years of never committing the same thing and not going anywhere near him meaning my x… and trust me, like I told my attorney that would NOT be an issue for me at all… the bailiff walked me back down to the holding cell where I waited for maybe 2 hours before getting called and asked to remove my county clothing as I was given this Missy Elliott looking black jump suit… I signed my release papers and they took my information and escorted me out to the back of the building where the house arrest monitoring center clerk was waiting for me to install the damn ankle bracelet on me, as I was sitting there getting it put on my ankle there was a sheriff there and out of all the dick head sheriffs I came across in county he was the only cool one… he looked at me and said, “man what ever it was you did your ass better have learned from it… just remember what you went through to get here, make sure you don’t ever come back” I looked at him and said I wont sir… I promise I will never come back. They opened the meta gate to the back of the court house where my family was waiting for me… as I walked out in the black jump suite I saw my mom, brother and sister waiting for me… my brother gave me the biggest hug and said “glad your out fucker” then when I turned to my sister she ran up to me and hugged me so tight and said “I missed you punk” her and I lost it… we shed tears like never before, as I kissed her on the cheek and said “I missed you too” I then turned to my mother and it was one of those moments where a grown man goes back in time to being that little boy who was so attached to his mother and after not seeing her for a long time runs up to her and cries uncontrollably with racing emotions… yeah that’s what happened in that very moment, I turned into that 5 year old little boy who missed the hug and embrace of his mother… my mother and I just held each other so tight and in tears like I we had not seen each other in years. It sure was a moment in life that I will remember for the rest of my life… its when I knew everything was over and everything was gonna be okay…

It wasn’t until they drove me to a cousins house where they were staying where my little one was, that I was gonna find myself thanking God with all my heart for giving me that second chance to prove myself and to this world that I was gonna be a changed and different man… we pulled up to the parking lot as I waited in the car with my mother for my sister to bring out my little one… when I hear “teto, teto teto” which is what he calls me, I ran out that car so fast to run to the little open arms of my little one as I squated down as he ran into my arms so fast that he hit his little face on my shoulder… as he began to cry because his little mouth hit my shoulder I began to cry just hearing that same cry I heard in my head as I was locked up, it was the same cry that made me go crazy and at the same time it was the same cry that helped me get through it… I thanked God in that very moment for allowing me to have my little one back and all that I had prayed for… I just could not stop hugging him so tight, I thought for a brief second that I wasn’t going to see him for a long time… now that was the most perfect moment in life for me…

In the end my supervisor ended up fighting to keep my job because HR wasnt wanting me to return to work because I was arrested at work not only that but because there were 10 cop cars all together that showed up that day of my arrest. I kept my car thanks to my sister, brother and mother who helped pitch in to pay my payment that month and now slowly back getting back on track... this story took me through the craziest and most emotional journey I had ever been through in my life… and for those that know me know that I have had some very powerful experiences in my life but this one was by far the most powerful one. To this day I remember it as if it was just yesterday that it happened and its so vivid in my memory but I know its something that will stay vivid for the rest of my life… in the end with after everything I went through from the betrayal of my x to the degrading and hostile treatment and judgments from everyone along the way to what I saw in county and all the stories I came across from all them inmates this story definitely changed my life permanently and believe me when I say for the better of course.

I know that I had to go through this to open my eyes not only reflecting on my own life but how I live it too… the most valuable thing I took with me from the experience in county was that the one thing that was very obvious in jail was the way we raise our children today has to change and we as parents need to apply ourselves more to the upbringing of our children and add a little more love… its what all them inmates in there lacked, the guidance and touch of a loving parent or guardian… it’s the reason why a majority of them ended up there and wont be getting out anytime soon, as parents we need to show our children the true values in life and show them the way so that when they grow up they don’t end up in county just adding to the thousands that go to jail on a daily basis… not only that but on the choices we as individuals make in our lives… learning from our mistakes and bettering ourselves for our own futures. Knowing that yes sometimes in life we need to fall to learn but further then that knowing what right choices to make to keep us away from loosing our ability to live free in this country… and much worse loosing our freedom for the rest of our life to spend it in that place no human deserves to spend the rest of their life in. So before you think of committing that crime, or simply acting upon a thought that just might get you caught up in that predicament think twice about it and simply walk away… its really not worth it.

As for my x, haven’t spoken to him or anything since the day I got arrested… I will be honest that he does cross my mind here and there and all that we went through… for a second I started to think that all that I gave into that relationship and energy was all a waste but now I know it wasn’t all a waste… I rediscovered myself and now I stand as a greater man then I was a month ago… I don’t regret anything as I learned through this and beyond that I hold no grudge upon him at all… like I once posted on my face book, that if he were to call me somehow and ask for forgiveness I would totally do it with all my heart and only wish the best for him… honestly I don’t hold anything against him for what he did… he’s a youngster so I really don’t… in the end yeah I found out that I could have gone to the police and tell them the story that he was threatening me and I would have not gone through what I did but all in all I’m glad I went through what I did, it only made me appreciate life 10 times more and all its values such as my health, my life and my loving and beautiful family… I wish him nothing but the best in his life to come and if this story ever gets to him… remember these last words “Jump High, I Wont Ever Let You Go”… live in today and thrive for tomorrow… DON’T EVER STOP LIVING…


-eVon