It's my birthday

I am 20 yrs old thank god.

I'm praying for a great day... Ya digg!

Beeh easy everyone

sheesh, tech school is dope!

I'm back hoes....

Welp, I have a little more freedom now.

NOT all but more than i have had for thee last 2 months.

WOW, thee women...uhhh bomb.com, besides the ones who look like men! lololol no joke!
I'm glad i was able to hold on to my personality while i was in. I think i might have had thee easiest BMT experience ever!!! hahahaaa i was hurt most of the time and didn't have to really do shit!! still got yelled at tho, and got in trouble from time to time. Today is like my 3rd day in tech school, and boy let me tell ya, i have recieved sooo many numbers its not even funny!!!

Between hours of 6-5 FOR NOW, i will be away from my phone and internet.

Now I have to handle some business so I'm out.

ohhh p.s. i have an actual career now, so i will be more busy than ever!

(maybe less blogs, myspace messages, twits etc.)

KINGDOM COME

ya digg

Thee Time Has Come

DEAR SUMMER I KNOW YOU GON MISS ME, FOR WE BEEN TOGETHER LIKE LIKE NIKE AIRS AND CRISP T'S....

How do I put this to yall...? Sheeesh. Going on my adventure, the one I call LIFE. A lot of my peers claim to be living life, YOUR REALLY NOT THOO. Your still living someone else's life, whether its your parents life in their house or your favorite music artist life( which is impossible). I'm too(SO) far gone, I mean my body is still physically in this office chair, but my mind..WOOW its GONE. I'm past myself , for me there is no turning back!

I'm only showing love where I feel like showing love, cause fake niggas can always show love, but they are transparent, and excuse me if I sound rude, because I mean to be a "ASSHOLE"!!! LmaOO. But I'm a asshole to the right people, I know most likely if your reading this blog and I fuck wit you, its because your going somewhere in your life. I wish you all the best of luck.

I'm sorry to all of you who I DID NOT get to see, and shout out to those I did see!

I could almost cry right now YO, but I know my NANA is looking down on me, and would NOT allow it. She's my ULTIMATE motivation.

Shout out to big cuzz0 Richina. I love you dearly, I know you do not read my blogs, but this is necessary. This women has saved my life, not physically, but future wise. I learned a lot from this women, and hopefully I see her in Las Vegas.

Shout out to thee GROVE in Ontario for thee blueprint of FREDD0 & holding meeh down!

Shout out to 618 for my improvement of people skills, and for them holding me down!

Shout out to AZ for me finding love, and my outstanding family out there ALL holding me down!

Shout out to thee DINO//SB for giving meeh a deeper trendsetting movement, hahaaa and holding meeh down!

Shout out to my FAMILY!!! You guys are so supportive, I appreciate it all.....

and like that, I toss thee deuces to yuuh and thee "World"...[[2months]]...

...fading....fading...FADING.......................BLACK

My "dad"

Growing up ALL I wanted was a father figure.

I got 15% of that. What did I learn from my dad..? I learned, that no matter how hard the world gets, you can't stop, KEEP HANDLING BUSINESS. I learned this by example, it wasn't taught to me. BE the OPPOSITE of my dad. It has been me, my mom, and my sister(the three of us), my mother and sister raised me, but fuck it!

I never could understand why that nigga was distant or why he put my mom through so much pain. To me he is not a man, he is not a grandfather to my future children.

He cooked and sold drugs while the three of us lived under the same roof. Known in Santa Ana as a drug icon, there was people constantly at our house, in our shed in the back yard. Evil all around me. I use to think this man rolled his own cigarettes in a shoe box top, come to realize later in life when I started smoking that they were joints. SMH. There were a couple of drive-bys and, when he owed Cubans money, they came to OUR house. My mother was harassed until she gave them the money that they were looking for. Soon after that incident we moved to Upland, CA (start of the 909). I was only 5. I idolized him then though. I have gained NO positive influences from him. My mom and him tried to make things work again after we moved, but it was clearly not meant to be.


<------Our old house, this is what it looks like now.

When I reached 3rd grade I started visiting him on the weekends, on and off. No child support (bum ass nigga). So when I got old enough, I stole money from him (4th grade). I starting developing a little hate for him, but I always protected him from others, example: my mom talks about him A LOT, and I would tell her not to talk about him "he my dad", not like he didn't deserve it, but I felt like I should be the only one who hated him. Weird. He started buying me little shit so it looked good on him. Buy me shit and brag, "FUCK YOU!!! Nigga its your duty" that's how I felt, and I'm sure how my mom felt.

Second semester 8th grade I moved in with him, I rebelled against my mom, and this was suppose to be my discipline. Well, if I couldn't get along with my mom what the FUCK makes you think I could get along with my STEP MOM..?? Long story short we had major issues with each other. Fought my dad too much, and the nigga would not let me call mom dukes. So the last day of school I stole 120$ and ran away from my dad's house. My mom came to scoop me on a low key mission! lol

Didn't really start fucking with that nigga again till 11th grade//senior year. By then I could see right through my dad. Now days I'm more positive towards my dad, still have mixed feelings about him, theres times I'm glad to see him, and times I say fuck him. I look at him and see a missed opportunity, on both of our parts. You know like what we could have been (no homo). How different I would be, being raised by both parents. As I grow I start to notice how I resemble him. I'm tied to this man. Shit kills me inside. He's making cake now, doing car shows etc. But he is still a cheap ass.

My kids will have a dad, a FATHER they can rely on, and love, and respect, and they will ALWAYS have my support. This is life and I understand that...just venting to yall...

LOW KEY HE POSTED THE BLOG UNDER THIS ONE, when I went to his Barbershop on Tue.

its a big AL thang;;BIG AL SAID IT;;HUH;;;;;

GOOD LUCK

ASSUMPTIONS

SHEEESH.

So people of this world, are always judging me, comparing me, and ASSUMING shit! This gets annoying.

Now I am saying this hypocritically because I am thee king "Assumer". The thing about me, is that I put actual thought, reason, & logic behind my assumptions. My friends and I have came to the conclusion that I am 96% accurate with my assumptions. LOL. I take the time to read people and their situations, which is another passion of mine, and also helps friends of mine.

The number one assumption about ME is " ALFRED, YOUR SUCH A HOE". Damn people, read my blog below and get to know me a little.

Hmm lets see what would make you ASSume that I am a "HOE"-(a woman[person] who engages in promiscuous sexual intercourse, usually for money; prostitute; harlot; strumpet.), hmm I have a lot of women friends( which can't from the fact that the majority of my family is women?), I flirt (occasionally to keep women's confidence up), Oh and I be wit them bad bitches that keep women jealous, I guess!

I have standards, standards that people I involve myself with have to or already met. the women I have sex with KNOW me, respect me, and most likely love me as a friend. I choose to stay away from relationship because I have other focuses in life, I don't have time, and I hate to put labels on people. Don't smother me, because I enjoy being free, the world is my girlfriend.( but that's another blog). I don't purposely make women feel like shit after we do the grown up (if we do the grown up)I was raised by women, and know how they should be treated. So Ladies please stop this, and get to know me first...

THANKS.

P.S. THIS IS TO THE BOLD, ME PUTTING THIS BLOG HERE IS ME BEING NICE, NEXT BATCH OF WOMEN WHO CALL ME A HOE(IN A NON JOKING WAY) YOU ARE GOING TO GET THE FUCKIIN BUSINESS.....so thank you for understanding me.