Update

Welll, wellll, welll... Im back to writing it seems. Alot has been going on in my story. Where do I even start? Haha.. Well first of all; I entered that yearly King of the Blues competiton at Guitar Center. Luckily I was picked to go last. Sitting there with my preperformance-anxiety watching the other players go to work, made me feel like a beast just waiting to break out of its cage. There, my turn came. I walked to the stage like I was on a mission (just a lil' nervous). The announcer letting everyone know that I go to the store and practice 6hours a day and what not. I make sure the $1200 mexican Strat I borrowed from the store is tuned & then I play with feedback. Making sure everyone was aware of my Jimi Hendrix inspiration. Then the music starts and I let my spirit soar. I struggled with the strap and consentration. I cover up using the whammy bar and so on. I jump off stage and place the guitar on the judges table. I soon leave after that without hearing the scores. It was beautiful - It was Rock n Roll. I went back to practice a few days later and my friend Mike Parisi tells me that I finished in third place. Just one point and I'd be second place. I'm proud of myself.

Me and a group of my friends go to the river/park for BBQ and in remembrance of our friend Stimey who got arrested for violating his parole. My brother Ryan decides to go off the rope swings from the tree. Later he comes back being carried by another friend of mine; Ricki. He complains about his back hurting and he can't move well. Till the point my friend Johnny claims he has to go to the hospital. - Later on the day, me and a drunk friend of mine get into an argument. Well, I wasnt saying anything. He was drunk and thought I was being offensive. I get threatened and I let him hear what he wants to hear "You're right, You're right..." and walk off. We havent talked since then haha. That night, I visit the hospital where my brother Ryan is located. Coincedently, my mother works at the same hospital. Apparently, he fractured his spine. His (12th) Verebrate.

Now days peace is filling the air slowly. Trying to get my amp out of the pawn shop. Planning on ways to get my dream guitar. I decided to name "Katie". Dedicated to Katie oldest daughter of Janelle Martir-Cortes. Who reminds me of myself when I was about her age (12).