Hi again, web surfer. If you came to this page, you are willing to read a lot of crap about me. So, let's get started, huh? I was born in Oakland, California on November 11, 1982. I was a healthy baby at 7 lbs. 4 ounces. As interesting as laying on your back and looking at the top of the ceiling is, I soon became tired of just sitting around and watching the world go by. At 9 months I forced myself to my feet and started to walk. My mom always called me an explorer because of the fact that I always had to learn and investigate everything. I never felt any fear of injury because I had my first playmate there with me at all times.

God, I love my sister Tanya. She was 8 years older than me, but always had time for her little brother. She was so happy when I was born, the love she gave me has still affects me to this day. While she loved and protected me, I did my best to do the same. Whenever she would slip up and do something wrong, me, her little brother, would always stick up for her and try to protect her anyway I could. But being a rug rat, no attention was ever paid to me. To this day, my sister Tanya still remembers me sticking up and trying my hardest to protect her. And to this day I still protect her.

When I was two years old, I got two surprises. First was a brand new baby sister, Tiana. Until that point I had never seen another baby in the house. I wasn't used to not being the baby anymore. I watched my parents, freak out over the smallest burp of the new baby while I seemed to have to scream to get their attention. I felt unwanted, unloved. Again, Tanya came through for me. While my parents were pre-occupied with the newborn, Tanya and my bond grew stronger everyday. Soon, we were unseparateable playing together everyday.

The second surprise was the fact that we were moving away to Washington. My father was in the military and chose to be stationed in a place where his children would grow up healthy and uncorrupted. I was moved to a large island in north-west Washington called Whidbey Island. For the first time in my life I was away from the comforting dark skinned faces of my peers. In Coupeville where I lived, I was one of the only black kids. It was hard growing up in a place where no one looks like you.

One day after elementary school I ran home crying from the bus. When my parents asked what was wrong I simply asked them what a nigger was. My mom's usually calm and reassuring face shattered into a face of shock and appall. That was the day I found out what a "nigger" was. That was not the first or last time I was called that name in a offensive manner. Being different is never easy. The fact that I had the same name as a Christmas reindeer didn't help much either. There were many days were I fought against name callers and bullies, but I never backed down.

Growing up I also saw that I was not treated the same as my friends. Whenever a white friend and I split up in a store the manager would always follow me. At first I didn't notice, but after the 60th time looking over my shoulder and seeing a worker sitting there staring at me arms crossed waiting for me to commit a crime, I began to grow angry. When I was 12, I went into a store with a friend. While I was reading comics my friend was stealing them. Suddenly, a worker at the store grabbed my friend and me and took us to the back. I had no idea what was happening. The worker called the police and insisted that she saw me put comics down my pants. I was searched and taken in the police car to the courthouse where my parents picked me up. I was so embarassed. People were looking at me like I was a criminal when I was in that cop car. I hated that feeling. Even though I had done nothing, I felt like I was guilty of a horrible crime. When I was 15 I found myself in the backseat of another police car.

I was standing in front of my Taekwondo building waiting for my parents to pick me up from practice. Suddenly, a cop on a bike started coming towards me. I was surprised when he came up to me asking who my accomplice was. I was confused and asked him what he was talking about. He took my id and called in for backup. Five police cars came to his rescue, from little old me. I was put in the back of a police car while they searched the building. At one time a cop came out and tried to convince me to give him the name of my partner. When I told him I had no partner, he threatened to bring the dogs in to find him/her. I sat there for 30 minutes until they called my Taekwondo instructor. He told them I was a good kid and then came to pick me up. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, when I was in the car I had to watch people walking by staring at me like I was the scum of society and just shaking their heads.

But Whidbey Island wasn't so bad. Being a teenager was a lot better than a elementary schooler. I had great years from middle school to high school. It seemed like I rediscovered all of the people I had previously somehow missed out on. There were beautiful girls (well, some), and lots of people wanting to get to know and hang out with me. It was this time where I began I feel like just another kid. I was absolutely happy. I went through school happily until my senior year. My senior year of school was turning into by best ever. I was Homecoming King along side a beautiful queen. Even though I had seen friends come and go, I had never expected to leave before it was finished. I had gone to Coupeville for 10 years and on my senior year I move away back to California.

So here I am, in California again away from my friends, my babies (Tanya had two children Brianna and Aayailiah), and my girlfriend Fabienne. Well, so far I'm gradually adjusting to the move. I'm not sure I'm I want to get too many friends seeing that I have less than a semester left in this new school. But let's just see how things go. I'm rolling with the punches and am patiently wondering what direction this profile will go next. Hey, if you made it though all that I think you deserve a pat on the back. Now, go check out some of the other pages. I promise they all won't be this word-orientated. (Except for the Friends page of course.)

Oh, and for anyone who wants to contact me without emailing me, you have two options. You can call my cellphone, which is never on unless I am expecting a call, or can go the old fashioned way and mail me.

Cell Phone Number

(916) 203-9638

Home Mailing Address

8751 Mesa Brook Way
Elk Grove Ca 95624