Presley's Diary

Dear God.... I love you!. I thank you! I truly understand that you have protected me more than most. I know I have my doubts at times. Not to mention the outbursts and rants that I must apologize for. I get out of pocket sometimes but when I am looking in the rear view mirror I see that you have clearly been responsible for my strength. You have sent me angels and blessings time after time to protect me from demons, wrong turns, misfortune and even myself. So with the blood from the pit of my heart,... I am asking.. I am praying for your forgiveness

I'm sorry I can't help it but no matter how bad I want to be a God... I am far from it. I was born into a world full of cheaters, liars, thieves and murderers. I adopted survival skills from the wicked, the selfish and the evil of this world. I allowed my morals and perspectives to be corrupted as I too became an ill minded sinner. I know deep down I wasn't born corrupted and you my lord must know that I never wanted to corrupt anyone or anything on this planet but the reality is.... I wasn't raised, I just grew up.

So today I am praying that you can forgive me for my sins. It took me a long time to grow up and I shamefully admit that in the process my mistakes have negatively affected this world. It's affected my journey, the people I love and their journeys as well. For as long as I can remember I have been spiritual, growing up around Catholicism and Christianity. I have always yearned for truth, purpose and meaning of life. God I have always wanted to be your soldier to fight evil but somehow I ended up accepting certain evils for my convenience. Forgive me Please!

I have lied to people with and without purpose. Robbed people to survive. Sold drugs to profit. I had accepted these ways of life. I let the world tell me it was okay. I let the mirror tell me that I could not be better but you knew my heart and because of it you protected me. I was young, alone and lost. I guess if anyone has an excuse for accepting such evils it was me.... but I could of been and should have been much better. I was weak and wrong. I am sorry for that and I'm not just apologizing to you my lord... but also to all my friends, classmates, neighbors and especially my family. Life would have been much more different if I had the fortitude of a young Bruce Wayne.

God you know I am far from perfect. You know I have much more growing to do but lately I am starting to become somewhat proud of the person I have become. I think most that live a life like mine usually end up dying in the middle of their nightmares but seeing the person I have become has given me a sense of gratitude that I can't describe. I feel accomplished now! I feel like Wisdom is cooler than any super power I ever imagined. I feel like have succeeded because I know I am on the right track. So I thank you for giving the strength and luck I needed to survive to see the 2018 reflection of me. It's refreshing!

I guess you have forgiven me or as much as a parent could but I doubt it is really a clean slate because I feel like the karma scale is not quite in my favor. I think you have forgiven me enough to still love me and I love you for that. I don't want that to change. So please forgive me if I was wrong at Calvary Chapel a few weeks ago. Forgive me anytime and every time I share my philosophy with humanity but I don't care what your name is. I don't care what your son's name is. I don't care if my neighbors calls you Buddha, Allah, Jesus, Yoshua, Yahweh or God. I am calling you God or Lord soooooo please forgive me IF I am wrong. In addition I don't care about belonging to specific religion. I might attend a church again someday to absorb the spiritual aspects I yearn for but my religion is called love and it will never be convoluted by money or politics. It will never be defined by one denomination.

I must admit that I want you to ignore my gambling. I think many religious fanatics despise all types of gambling. Most of the religious world would classify gambling as a sin. So much so that I feel the need to ask you for forgiveness due to the stereotypes. However I have no weight on my shoulders and with my perspective I am praying for your forgiveness for all those like me around the globe. I might visit the casino twice a year. I might jump in the dice game at the homies. I might play DFS for the rest of my life but I am not ashamed.

In this world there are so many short cuts in life. People are always looking to get something for nothing. Some take extra breaks at work. Some steal from the tip jar. Students cheat on tests. Cops steal money. Politicians corrupt elections. The hardcore will sell drugs or rob banks but no matter what the short cut in life is, that short cut is always immoral. When someone in this life takes a shortcut it generally revolves around some form of lie. That is not the case when I play Black Jack. That is not the case when I bet $100 on the Lakers. I can spend $20 on a fantasy football team and if I study hard enough and get lucky enough that $20 can become $1,000,000 and not matter what anyone says in life... I can never stop taking that chance because there is no other legal short cuts in life. In fact the hope of winning on Draft Kings, at times.... might be the only thing keeping me from robbing someone or some bank. So this dice slinger is asking his creator, My GOD please don't hold it against us.

Finally my lord.. I don't think Sex is not a sin. It can't be! I must admit I have a passion for perversion but that is not a bad thing. Im not hurting anyone or disrespecting anyone. Enjoying sex is not bad and I won't let anyone tell me anything different. There are millions of mysteries about life but no matter what questions remain, no one can dispute the fact that a man and a women were meant for each other. Sex is spiritual. It's not only how we reproduce but it is indisputably tied to our love and happiness. Many people stereotype strip clubs, poly couples and the porn industry but the truth is I have no shame when it comes to my sexual desires. I have no shame because I am not hurting anyone. I know that all across the globe people use sex for power, manipulation, human trafficking and some do it for humiliation or pain. These are the sinners my lord. Those are the ones that deserve be cursed but there are many humans around the globe full of lust that truly deserve your forgiveness. Please don't hold it against the lovers, don't hold it against the romantic. If there is a human that keeps there perversions regulated to entertainment, healthy sex, true love and therapeutic happiness without hurting others or deceiving them.... please accepts their hearts. You made us this way so please accept me!

With that said, aside from my perversion and my fantasy football teams there is nothing in my behavior that anyone can use to judge me. Aside from that I don't "SIN". I no longer lie to people. I didn't resort to selling drugs or rob people even thou I had to sleep in my truck last month. I don't  have any hate or prejudices against any genres of people for any reason. I don't practice evil or tolerate negativity. Somehow I have become a well rounded, generous, loyal, hard working, honest and helpful person. So if my few vices truly are "Sins" please remember my lord,... that there are millions that are worse than me. Please forgive me!

I am learning to fast. I am trying to hard. I am doing it for all the right reasons but it has already began to backfire. I didn't meet the so called "General Manager" until last week and I knew right away "He" was a drama queen. This "guy" has been a part of the company since it was owned by the previous manager so when he announced his job title arrogantly I immediately condemned him for the shape of this restuarant. This is the guy that is responsible for everything good and bad about this retuarant and he may very well be the reason the last owner had to sell. The new owner didnt go to pizza college or sports bar college. Regardless of his education buying a company like this for the first time is a hands on learning experience and the "new" owner cant fire the exisiting "general manager" becuase this general manager literally has  more expierence.

I know this and the same common sense should be acknowledged by every other employee however I dont think there is a single person that is as "grateful" to be working there as I am. Its always about perspective and everyone is entitled to their own but I have to admit I wanted to beat the Generel Manager's Ass for his perspective and behaviors.

I was already busting my ass. Running around as if I owned the place and I was the only there turning wheels. Dishes, tables, fryer, pizza boxes , pizzas and food prep when the owner asked me to clean the restrooms. He said " i cant get these guys to do it and it should be done every 2 hours." I said " every 2 hours... Dome" and I proceeded to get back to work. I have no problem cleaning toilets as long as I have gloves on and the truth is I volunteered to clean the restrooms my first night but the night manager told me not to worry about it because is was the morning shifts job.

After I did the first to restrooms on the restaurants side I walked toward the 3rd and final restroom located on the bar side. I was gloved up carrying comet, windex and the antibacterial spray i bought for the owner and as I walked past the bar... All I heard was "man thats fucked up! They got you scrubbing toilets on your first day." I turned around and it was the so called "General Manager". He was drinkibg at the bar and he drunk as decided to follow me in the restroom.

I was disgusted by this dude already. This bitch ass had the nerve to tease me about cleaning the restrooms when this company considers it a morning shift duty and he is morning shift manager. He dogged me out for no reason at all. So I was technically more than disgusted but he fucked up and the truth is I am sooo happy he did. He was drunk so even though he was trying to manipulate the situation he was really just diggging his own grave. He seen my Krazy Face full of disgust so he first pretended to act as if he came in to make me aware of the leaking sink. He said verbatim " Has anyone told you about this?" as he pointed toward the bucket under the sink catching the leaking drain water. I replied with an annoyed "nope" and he went in on the owner. This so called general manager named Adam said he told the owner but he was too cheap fix it. He then said He would of fixed it but he wasnt a plumber and then his drunk ass said " I'm pretty sure your not a plumber either so we just keep the bucket under there"

I was more disgusted but blown away by his willingness to make this his first impression. I took one glance at the leak and quickly said..." I can fix that no problem, it just needs a new gasket". I'm not a plumber but the leak is more than visible and anyone with conmon sense or google could have diagnosed that problem. Like I said before.. Its usually about effort.

It was at that moment he showed his true intentions. He snitched on himself and explained to me and God why he decided to dog me out. As I announced that I could fix the sink by replacing the gasket his faced twisted into fear strucken puzzled drunken puff of breath asking me " What do you do here?" And before I replied it dawned on me that it was my work ethic that he was scared of. It was my work ethic that triggered his complex to dog me out. It was my work ethic that backed him into a corner and caused him to play himself. It clicked faster than my brain could signal a response so I immediately turned my response into the ultimate mind fuck for this drunken vampire. I just replied by saying " I do everything" as I continued cleaning the toliet.

Adam response was shocking. He drunk ass still thought he was in charge. He literally thought he was smarter than me and felt as if he was in control of the situation. This guy had the nerve to say "Well I think He (the owner) is taking advantage of you."

Really? WTF!!!!!!

God knows I wanted to smash his fruity mouth into the muthafuckin mirror and slice his vampire lips up sooooo bad that he could never suck another cock or kiss another asshole for work ever agian. I wanted make sure he had to work like me at his jext job.... But I held that day dream in check. In fact I didn't even tell him that I knew that the only reason this restroom is neglected is because he is dirty person and a poor manager. I held my emotions... I held in the truth... All because my kids deserve christmas presents and I need new tires but I couldnt hold in our interaction as the owner walked by me moments later. I felt so dirty holding it in. I just had to tell the owner. So i did and I also told him that I want him to take advantage of me,  I said.. " I'm here to work dude, I'm on your team". 

Minimum wage was $8.50 last time I worked for another company and this is a perfect example of why. I was so grateful that the owner hired me, that the work ethic that I displayed to show my appreciation instilled fear into the self proclaimed "general manager". He tried to psychologically play me against the hand that was feeding us both. I could have not only lost my job but wound up in jail because of this human beings warped mind and irrational behaviors. Which leads me back to my original point.... You can't fault the brand new business owner that recently bought a business and has to learn on the fly. You fault the self proclaimed General Manager that has been there for 5 years playing games with other peoples time, money and lives. I would offered to run the bar and restaurant for the owner, I mean I could literally do everything for the owner so he could find another location to open up but I know deep down he isnt going to make it worth my while and there is no point of taking on that responsibility and commitment without being compensated appropriately. So I guess that is explains why Adam is still working there.

Nothing and no one is perfect especially this new job but I dont tolerate evil So Adam is on my blacklist. I'm still working there but with him being a keyholder.. I have no idea how long that will last. Today I get my first real check from working there and after I buy new tires I am going to focus on finishing my Christmas shopping. It's getting cold. Winter is here and I'm focused on prepping for 2019 as I aim to make the new year my most successful and profitable year yet. I have alot of work to do but like I said in my intro I have a very progressive Fall.

Today it was just AJ and I at the Towngate Memorial Park in Moreno Valley. We had a much needed picnic, just the two of us lounging, talking and making each other laugh. AJ is my youngest and at 5 years of age he currently loves me more than anyone else on this planet does. Which is why I wanted today to be just the 2 of us.

I brought a back pack full of goodies. Peanut butter and Jelly, cookies and Kool Aid Singles. I brought the wiffle balls and batting tee plus a surprise stocking stuffer I decided to give him early. Our morning got interesting before we even left the driveway as a neighbor of my Ex asked me to him help jump start his PT Cruiser. We did and the fella gave me a few dollars for helping, which I immediately gave to AJ.

AJ had a few dollars burning a hole in his pocket so he asked me to take him to the dollar store. We ended up going inside Fallas and the dollar store next door. In all my little guy purchased some slime, sticky tape, an oversized pen and a mini dart gun. We literally wasted the money but it is what made him happy... and those smiles are priceless! After that I took him to Winco Grocery Store because I wanted to show him the giant barrels of candy. I told him he could pick out a few and I would treat him if he shared the leftovers with his brother and sister.

Once we got to the park I gave him his stocking stuffer. He is holding it up in the picture I attached to this entry. You cant tell in the pic but there is also a Batman and Wonder woman, inside of the Harley Quinn toy. I knew he would love it after getting familiar with these characters at Six Flags Magic Mountain. This little guy is soooo funny. He bought the sticky tape to put over his mouth. He bought the Oversized pen to show me he learned how to write the word DAD at school. Of course he tried to shoot my eyes out with the dart gun and eventually I showed him how to make a pizza crust with his ball of slime.

AJ was on the playground with other kids. I was listening to radio, making the sandwiches and praying with gratitude for being able to enjoy such a moment. We took some batting practice and just talked for a few minutes. AJ told me how school was going, he said he really likes Kindergarten even thou a lot of the kids are mean. AJ said one boy scratched him with a broken pencil. Then told me one boy created a lie to tell about him. So he said he doesn't want to be friends with them. I couldn't help but tear up a little bit. He is a boy and I do expect him to be strong, tough and learn to absorb the cruelty of this world without letting it destroy him but it really is depressing to see him learning that lesson in his first few month of Kindergarten.

I tried to avoid such a school environment. When My daughter started school I moved my family into the cheapest apartment that was still in range of Riverside best Elementary School. My Son with there too but after my Ex and I separated she moved back to Moreno Valley. So AJ isn't going to the best Elementary School in Riverside, instead he is going to one of the most ghetto school in Moreno Valley. The teachers care less, the academic expectations and curriculum are not as advanced or efficient and it's apparent that the children's behaviors are worse. I knew the diffference between districts, communities, and lifestyle. I wanted better for my children but AJ got short changed because me and his mother seperated. So I promised AJ that he would be back in Riverside for 1st grade.

We had a good day, in fact it was a great day and this is one of the main reasons I created this diary. I don't want to ever forget this day. Now it is documented forever! It was a great memory and the Kodak moment can be reflected on, not only by myself or AJ but also the rest of family as well,... even thou they were not there with us. I love this guy so much and he deserves for his father to be the best he can be. So I'm trying and even thou he knows it now, hopefully this diary will make sure he never forgets it. 

I think every human needs a diary. I believe we all deserve to be understood and remebered. There are always different versions and perspectives to each story but when it comes to "Life" there are a billions stories... Here is mine.

It can be very depressing when I think about being homeless. The thoughts that go through a human beings mind when they dont have a roof over there head are far from heavenly. As a teenager I robbed people and solded drugs to get out of the streets. As an adult I am continually suppressing those urges on daily basis because that is not the person I want to be. Lucky for me I still have a "roof" but skating on such thin ice reminds me daily,.. that can change in an instant. I'm not pushing a shopping cart or sleeping behind a dumpster but the reality is im just one mistake away from being there. Any more bad luck on the wrong day and I might as well try to rob a bank because sleeping in a jail cell doesnt sound too bad when it's cold and rainy in these streets. 

So while I might not look, act or smell like  the true definition of a homeless person... I am homeless. As much as I hate to admit it... I have never had a "Home". Yes I have had instantances that could have been or should have been "Home" but it never was. I lived 85% of my childhood either in the streets alone or being taken care of by someone that not only didnt love me but they weren't even related to me. I would imagine that somewhere some orphan in the world was loved way more than me.Yes I know there are plenty of people with much a harder life but I'm just putting it into perspective so you, my kids and my Bonnie can understand what type of homeless man I really aim.

After I was born not only did my father ignore me but my 16 year old mother was kicked out by her cop father. After being kidnapped at 3 years old, my sister and I went to 20 different elementary schools until I was big enough to defend us from being abused. At that point I was put into a few foster homes before finally being reunited with my mother after 8 years. Less than 3 years later I was back in the streets. I was tired of being the black seed. Tired of not knowing love. Tired of fighting. So I ended up juvenile hall, group homes and emancipation placements. I ran away. I awoled. I lived with gang members, drug dealers, friends, classmates and teammates.

I actually spent Y2K in juvenile hall Thanks to Chris trying to race an S-10 with Xmas lights (story coming) I got my G.E.D. shortly after and was relased at midnight when I turned 18.

I had roomates for my brief stint in college and after that basically always had my own place. But after going to jail in 2002, I went back to my Mom's house for a few months. Now I will go deeper into these stories but for now I am painting a picture of my timeline.... I have always been "home" less. In 2003 when my daughter was born I got my own apartment and asked my baby moma to move in but she refused.

It wasnt until our second child that she finally moved in with me and no matter how much I tried. No matter how much I cried, nothing I could have done would have turned our apartment into a home. It takes family, it takes teamwork and the love that remained missing kept me from knowing what the comfort in having a home really feels like.

12 years of living together in 4 different apartments. We paid other peoples mortgages instead of buying our own "home". Then after trying soooo hard to change her, we made it worse and worse until we eventually separated.

After that first person I rented from was an older hispanic woman with 4 children all my age living in the same home. I only lived there for one month because she flipped out and tried to have an intervention after I put one 12 ounce can of beer in her fridge. Then very next lady I rented from was soooo drunk one night she was fighting with herself. I literally ran down stairs to protect her and she was yelling at herself. I moved out the next day. I even rented a back house last spring and it feel good enough to bring my kids. I mowed the lawned, bought xmas presents and washed cars in addition to paying rent. It lasted a year until this past April but ended up really bad after I found a ladder by bathroom window. Yes I will have to blog about that someday but for now Im just asking myself... And maybe GOD, "Why am I homeless?"

I don't get it. Is it because of my family or the family I tried to create? Is it some Presley curse that I am meant to suffer? Am I really that bad of a person? Am I really failing at life?

I know I'm "Crazy", stubborn and different but I'm right and I'm doing things for the right reasons... I can't help it. I follow my heart and live for the day. So with Xmas right around the corner my homeless ass is already buying Xmas gifts every chance I get. My kids, my friends, my clients and more... I can't help it. Sometimes I wish I could.

So although I don't understand why I'm homeless, I do know it's not going to be matter of price or location. Finding a true home for would mean finding a true family. I think only the love, loyalty and team work that goes into a strong family can make a happy home. So until  then I will suffer because I must admit... Its safer, cheaper and at times it is better than living with someone that doesnt love you. I don't know how much longer I can take it, sleeping in my truck, cheap motels and friends couchs but I know that if I can't find a "Home" ... I will be preparing to build one.

Opening up to strangers is not easy, even when you have hope they are the one for you. So this just might be the way for a guy like me. One thing is for sure, It certainly wont hurt as much as dating the wrong people.

One night I was on a date at Lake Alice in Riverside. I wasn't drinking but it is a Historic Bar Downtown that my date suggested because she wanted to drink. We were shooting pool and getting to know each other for a few hours when she decided to ask about my family. I told her about me being kidnapped as a child. She literally called me a liar and I think she had the perspective that I wanted her "Sympathy Love/Sex" but either way, she doubted me and had the nerve to say it to my face. So her brain not only cost her a fun date, potential boyfriend but also cost her a potentially good long term friend.

I was a little butt hurt about it but I know that it is the way of the world that causes people to act like this so I knew it had nothing to with me or my character and eventually realized that that would be the last time I tell my story on a date. From now on each date is all bout fun and when my date asks me to tell them more about myself I will send her a link to Presley's Diary and get back to having fun.

So to all the potential Bonnie's in the world, it's not just this new entry but this whole diary is for you because I truly hope you are a major part of my finally chapters, my happy ending. I hope that when you read it God allows you to hear my tone, without misperceiving my intentions. I am a good man that wants to be great. I am a better a parent than my parents but I can be soooo much better!

I have suffered my whole life being a love neglected, lost child. For as long as I can remember I have been searching for a real love, real family and real home. I have told a few people over the past year that I feel like I'm stuck in this purgatory of quick sand. It's like my subconscious is refusing to move forward without "My Bonnie". I tried to snap out of it but I can't. The heart wants what it wants! I don't like drunk casual sexual encounters with strangers. I don't want to be a player. I just want my Bonnie... and just like very other man, I do have my fingers crossed that she is a true bisexual. 

I have never had a Ride or Die Chick. No die hard to ride the bus with me. No one to hustle with. I can't even find someone to ride a roller coaster with. I need you Bonnie! No one loves me for me and I think that my life is totally different because of it. For an example my cell phone has 3 dating apps on it right now. I don't have enough free space to download instagram and other apps I can use as tools to make money but I refuse to delete the dating apps to make space because I need love. Like I said.... All I want is my Bonnie and that is just one small example of what how distracting and counter productive "the search" for Bonnie can be. Not to mention all the great things we could have accomplished together if we met in Jr High School. Yes my life is different because of it but it is what it is right?

The truth is my baby momma loved me more than anyone else in my life ever has. Even to this day, she would let me borrow money if I needed it. In fact she is the only person I would even ask for a loan and we really could live together again because she is that chill but the truth is I'm not. She loves me but she didn't love me more than anything in this world. She didn't love me, as much as I loved her. She didn't love me enough to change or grow. I recorded over 100 songs including a valentines day song for her and she probably doesn't even remember one single lyric from it. I produced way more beats and throughout it all she never once gave me good or bad criticism. I use to beg her to help me when I was working at the club because I needed someone I could trust to collect the money at the door but she refused. There are soooo many times I asked her to do something for me or suggested she do something for herself and she flat out refused or ignored me. She has no passions, no goals and no hobbies. My Ex has no desire for higher education and doesn't really care if the kids go to college either. I once asked her " You really don't care if the kids work fast food?" and her reply was "It's a job" 

She isn't the one for me....but that's because she doesn't want to be. She could have tried but she refused. I may not now what true love it but I do know it is not that. She refused to be my housewife and kept her job, not to survive or make due but as a declaration of Independence. Her stubborn need for Independence was also her way of telling me she didn't trust me or believe in me. That hurts a man, especially when he is in love. It really gets to me sometimes cause I cant help but day dream about how my family and life would be if only she moved in with me in 2003 and treated me like her king. I even proposed to her 3 times and she refused each time. She refused to let me turn her into a queen and for the record she looks like the GREEN FIONA while 9 out of 10 women on Tinder look better.

Nevertheless I still love her... more than anyone else in my life, even more than my kids. When I mention her in this diary it's not to ever talk bad about her... But only explain my point view and share my pain. She is not a bad person, she isn't a bad mom but she isn't my best friend. and she would be the first to admit that she isn't the one for me.

See what I have learned is that I need someone that is all about me. It might sound selfish but I am not asking for something I'm not willing to give. Technically.. we should eventually become a team, and then it would become all about "us". Its suppose to be about our lives, our family, our success and our happiness. It might sound impossible to find especially considering most woman my age have kids, not to mention their schooling or careers. Plus I have learned the hard way that I wont even be treated as an equal let alone find a single mother to love me and trust me enough to give me 110%. No one will ever put me first, even when the situation is deserving. Even when Im right, doing things for the right reason.. These fake Bonnies refuse to comply, due to the selfish defensive stubbornness that have adopted into their characters. I was dating one woman ( Dr. Diaz, Diary Entry Coming Soon) 2 years ago who's child was 11 months old and not even standing up. It was her first child but we all know every child should be walking between 11-13 months old. She didn't have a training walker or nothing. I basically taught him how to walk, treated this Lil guy like he was my own. However Dr Diaz never trusted me enough to take my advice either. Even that first day I told her that her son was behind schedule walking she said the Doctor said it was normal for him not to be walking yet. I almost flipped out before I thought to ask about the timing of his last Doctors visit, (lol) he was only 6 or 7 month months at the time visit so of course the doctor would say that but because it was 4 month ago. Maybe she would have known better if Dr Diaz was a real Doctor. Smh! She didn't treat me as an equal, even thou i treated her son like mine. instead she used her son, her ex,  her babysitting, work and other excuses to keep me from being number #1.

The struggle is real. It's so real that I just realized I could never say everything I need to say in one blog entry. I could never fit it all into an online dating bio and I could never explain it all in just one date. So I decided moments ago that this is the first of many letters I will write to my Bonnie. That means Dear Bonnie - Part 2 is coming soon. Until then..... Be Good!

Right now I'm lounging at the park with about an hour to kill before I need to clock in my new night Job. I actually like my new job and so far I like everyone there except Dennis the Menace. I'm starting to think this might work out and the environment of Pizza, Beer, Wings and Sports can be something I could get use to. Same could be said for my lunch date Maricela but unfortunately that may very well be a one side story.

I literally got butterflies this morning when Mari had confirmed to meet me at Buffalo Wild Wings. I was excited but I'm sure the butterflies had a lot to do with her looks. She is a medical assistant from Upland that I matched with on Tinder and we were suppose to go to the drive in last night but I got called into work for the 3rd night in a row. So instead we had lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings to get to know each other.

It was amazing how much we have in common. The first thing she did was ask me if I watched the Lakers game last night? Really? That was probably the best introduction I ever received especially considering it brought out laughter as I reminded her that I was working last night so I was listening while I worked. So We talked about the Rajon Rondo fight with Chris Paul. I was already vibing with this lady seconds into our date and it didn't stop there! We have so much in common. We are both thrifty shoppers looking for bargains, refusing to pay retail. We both love seafood. We both have dreams of retiring on our own self sufficient farm with our own garden, fish, chicken etc. She loves several of the bands I love and I could tell she would be a great concert buddy.

As usual... Someone tried to ruin our day but God loves me and sent me the intuition to suppress the negative energy trying to invade our date. (in the words of Kendrick Lamar, "I can feel your energy 2 planets away") I didn't realize it until after but it was Godly the way I knew what was going on next to us at Buffalo Wild Wings. We sat at the bar for faster service but thankfully neither of us felt like drinking.

About 20 minutes into our conversation I could her the man next to us grunting, sighing and breathing depressingly. I felt a negative wave of energy and it's rip tide in my vicinity. I knew without looking, the man on our left was disgusted with life and my assumption was either his team / wager was losing or he was tired of hearing our convo. Him acting that way because of our meet and greet conversation just wasn't right, regardless of his life... Or his struggle. Nevertheless I found a psychological pivot and I jokingly told Maricela " I warned you that I talk to much".." These guys at the bar are prolly wishing we went to Starbucks" LMAO!

The freaking drunk blurts out "damn right, I am just like ugh"  as he raised his hand to signal his tolerance was at it's limit.

Yes he had that nerve...to rudely interrupt our first date conversation. I couldn't help but start laughing because I was I knew immediately my instinctive intuition was 100% on point. I felt so blessed to be in tune to such a frequency that it helped me ignore the anger. I knew danger was on my left even thou my date and never once spoke to him. Actually I never even looked his way until after his statement but even thou I was laughing on the outside my blood was beginning to boil as that moment began to set in.

I told Maricela I knew he didn't like us. Maybe it was my voice or maybe his team, his date, his life.. Who knows, but I sensed it and somehow defused it by letting him see the reflection of his behavior as I Basically I told him It's a good thing we aren't both drinking today.

That's why I don't like drinking around strangers. That's basically how my brother died and the sad thing was my date and I didn't even drink or do anything to out ourselves in harms ways. He tried once more to be negative when he butted into our conversation after he heard me tell Mari that if I was 6'3" I would still be a Laker, right now at 36 years old.. This drunk said "Yeah you and me both" ... I looked his overweight, out of shape frame up and down to announced "Dude, I still have a 40 inch vert, you look like you never had one"... He squealed and looked at Maricela like I was being mean. Wow! He soon left and lucky for us without ruining our first date.

We finally finished our $15 sampler platter at Wild Wings and then we spent another hour or so window shopping in the plaza nearby. It was pretty cool getting to know Maricela and we have more in common than I expected. I mean she even loves to go camping. I could easily fall for this woman but there are always two sides to that story.

Mari has only been single a few months. In fact I was her first online date. Whether she knows it or not, she is at the stage where she doesn't really want a relationship because the last one was so bad for so long. So she is really at the stage where she just wants to breathe. Not to mention she is technically too busy to "Date".  After work, school and being a mother, I'd probably end being another boty call. Soon she will start to discover what she really wants but for now she just wants to breathe. She didn't have to admit this for me to acknowledge but when I asked she did agree. So even if we are a good match. Even if I am the best man she finds online. There is a slight chance it's just bad timing for us. There is a chance this is the last time I mention her in my diary.

I have to let her breathe. I have to let her date. I have to because I was once in that same mind state. I can't rush that process but I can the door open. She is certainly worth the patience. Maybe she will get to know me more. Maybe she will tell me I am the one for her. I have no idea what tomorrow may bring but I do know I really want to see her again. Hopefully we can go to Freight Fest before it's over. Regardless of the future I'm hope that we could be great friends no matter what happens. It was a good lunch date and I will never forget Meeting Maricela.

Well I had been mentally prepared to deliver a good news blog entry this weekend but unfortunately I feel much worse than this emoji looks. I am sitting down in the public library, out of the rain, listening to the Dodgers playoff game, blogging... really just trying to keep it together.

Before we get caught up lets rewind it to Thursday after I finished up at the airport with one of my regulars. Around noon on Thursday I was paid by my client $180 for my services. After waking up with just $4.00 to my name I had planned my Thursday afternoon route to accommodate my errands, 3 jobs interviews and a trip to gym. First stop was getting gas after spending $30 for gas I was down to just $154.00. My next stop was to apply for a job at a local pizza shop which I knew was hiring because I found their ad posted on the Indeed App while I was at the gym the night before. I really get tired of the mainstream job hiring formula and really don't have the patience to jump thru hoops for all these companies paying peanuts and treating you like slaves. So I  was really hopeful this was the place for me simply because of the work environment and knowing it was a self owned business.

I went in to fill out an application and speak with manager for an interview just like the ad on Indeed said to do but the green haired chop top cashier wasn't having it. This dude literally turned me away and told me I needed to bring a resume for the owner to review. We were just 20 feet away from the owner and dude was literally not trying to fill the position that was needed to be filled. I was pissed because I had the feeling he was hating on me or my Punisher t-shirt (lol) and the ad said nothing about bringing a resume.... or I would have. So I headed back to my truck thinking about the gas I wasted, when I got the urge to got back in the pizza shop. I grabbed one of my business flyers for my mobile detail service and proceeded back into the pizza shop.

This time the green haired oversized Dennis the Menace look alike was nowhere to be found instead the owner was there taking inventory. I had no idea he was the owner  but I told him the cashier said I need a resume and handed him my flyer. I said can you please give this to the manager and tell him "that guy" needs a part time job. He took one look at the flyer and pointed toward the table for an interview as he gave the cashier a hard time for not giving me a chance. The owner this pizza shop is ironically middle eastern decent but unlike my last job interviewer, this man was very polite, respectful and shook my hand with all five fingers like a real man should. He spoke perfect English and within minutes we had agreed for me to start the next evening by auditioning for an unpaid 2 hour shift. Basically I was hired as long as my 2 hour try out went well.

Well I actually had to plan on stopping by a factory for an interview as well as apply at America's Tires but since things eventually worked out at the pizza shop I felt content enough to skip the factory. So I headed to my storage facility to pay my monthly dues. Its $120 for 10'x20' shipping container. It has my all my belongings and I basically use it as a giant closet, visiting every few days to swap out clothes, shoes etc. Now I am down to $34 after paying for my storage unit and after making sure I have work clothes I head for America's Tires. 

I still needed to America's Tires pull a nail from my tire and plug my tire. Since they were hiring and the tire plug is FREE, I still had to hit them up and see whats what. I got there a immediately decided not to apply, it wasn't the fact that I had the pizza shop on the burner but it was the idea of slaving for the owner of a company that was never going to see my sweat. It was the idea of working with a bunch of knuckle heads that's just got out of jail. I just didn't want to be a tire robot doing the same thing, all day, everyday. So I asked the tire guy to pull my nail and plug my tire but he informed that the tread on the tire was too worn out and I need a new front pair, plus an alignment. WTF!? That is $300 or more, that I don't have.😩 All I could do tell the tire guy maybe next week as I walked toward the truck praying with my somber head down.

From there I am headed to gym and I got a call on my business phone for 3 washes and interior detail. One of my clients referred me to someone new and I was so happy after we confirmed for Saturday ( today ) morning. I'm literally surviving on a day to day basis and between the pizza shop on my new client I was set to have a great, rejuvenating weekend. Before I could finish my workout, The pizza shop called and texted me asking me if I wanted to audition that night. of course I said yes and I turned my 2 hour audition into 3 and 1/2 hours. I even went back last night after doing all my laundry and towels for detailing but last night halfway into my 4 hour shift it started raining and when they told me it was raining outside, My heart stopped. I knew instantly... that my work scheduled for today would be cancelled and I would be to poor to eat this weekend. I have been surviving of protein shakes and protein bars for the past few months as it is but these past few weeks its been worse.. and worse.

You know they say when it rains, it pours... and it sure poured last night. over the past few months I have been frequently sleeping in the back of my truck. I have a camper shell, pillows, blankets and a futon in the back. last night it rained so hard I learned my camper shell is no longer weather proof. The window and other seals are bad and before I knew it, All my blankets, pillows and futon was soaked with cold rain water. I literally had to weather the storm, shivering all night trying to sleep.

I woke up today and went to the laundry mat without any quarters so i had to slide my debit card for the transaction. I had to dry all my stuff... I had no choice, then got some scotch tape to try to seal the seals temporarily. Then I tried to use my debit card for food and realized I couldn't. The Laundry mat doubled charged my debit card.

Today was suppose to be a good day. This blog entry was suppose to be happy, upbeat and full og good news. Instead, the rain washed away my good day and I'm basically living a reality much similar to all the hurricane victims around the globe. It's hard! I know my life could be much worse but I feel like the longer it takes to get better, the more likely it will become worse. I'm trying to stay strong, trying not to lose hope but no matter how strong I am or how hard I try... there is really nothing I can do about my bad luck.... or "God's Will". 

I will do what I can. I will survive what I can..... but the reality is, if i can't? I won't! So pray for me fam! I need it!

So this afternoon while I was in the gym someone got into my truck and took my 3 year old backpack, 4 year old laptop / tablet, 2 year old Akai midi controller and 5 fully loaded usb drives. I had that stuff sooooo long but I took such good care of, they could have lasted another 3 years. My usb drives had beats, my own music catalog, concert photos, family photos, graphics, logos and contracts. That backpack was very important too me but the 24 hour fitness staff and Eastvale police made me feel 100 times worse.

After getting back to my truck I immediately knew my bag was missing. I was 100% sure it was in there because I charged and brought it along specifically so I could go to Buffalo Wild Wings after the gym and finish by blog entry about LA Fitness while I watched the Sunday Night Football Game. So I went back in the gym and asked the cashier to find someone I could speak with about getting access to their parking lot surveillance. The cashier appeared to be compassionate at first and said I'm sorry. She even said " It has been happening alot lately"

Shortly after, their "Sales Manager"  and "Assistant Sales Manager" approached me and gave them both fist bumps and told them what happened. I explained that these guys didn't break any window or locks but when I was arriving I noticed tow trucks outside. So logically I assumed it was the tow truck drivers... Knowledge and tools.... Plus its not the first time I found tow truck drivers to be breaking into vehicles. So even thou it was a long shot I was hoping 24 hour fitness would see if there was any weird activity going on near my truck during that time frame.

The Sales Manager tried to tell me that if I wanted them to access the surveillance footage located on the gym's building,... I would have to call the cops and file a police report first. WTF!? Can you believe that? I know I'm not the only one that thinks the video should be looked at first. It's actually common sense. So I asked the manager "why would we call the cops and waste their time if there is nothing on the surveillance footage for them to identify" Then he explains its company policy not to lets customers see the surveillance footage.

Okay bro let me put it like this...I'm asking you to help me, you can easily accommodate that but your telling me you wont because " its company policy"

You cant imagine how I truly wanted to react at that very moment. It's moments like this in life when I realize that there is a very thin line between an Angel and a Terrorist. To put it lightly I wanted to go into a Tasmanian Devil , Jon Conner esqe frenzy because at that moment Mark Reel Jr's decided to tell me that I was no longer talking to a human being whom I asked for help but instead I was communicating with a robotic cyborg extension of " the company" that was programmed to follow a specific playbook with thousands of loop holes designed to defend the company's financial bottom line. So in the spirit of the resistance.... I wanted to flip out and murk a couple robots.

Why??? Well let me simplify it for you.

If Mark Reel Jr's mother or his neighbor's vehicle was broken into today,.. We all know damn well his Bitch Ass would have looked at the video well before the cops arrived.

Needless to say, I got the cops called on me for putting someone in their place. I did nothing illegal, I was a disgruntled customer voicing my displeasure and Mark Reel Jr decides to tell me I was trespassing and If I don't leave he will "have to" call the cops.

Once again... I was about to end up in jail for being the victim. FML! I didn't leave.. Instead I got louder and the conversation went like this. "Your cashier just told me this has been happening all the time, you haven't hired a security guard and now you're not even trying to look at the surveillance footage for me. That is when Mark announced with such conviction that 24 hour fitness doesn't own any parking lots and are not responsible for the cars parked outside. O.M.G. 

S.M.H. what the hell does the ownership of the parking lot have to do with anything? I don't care who owns the parking lot and I never said the gym was responsible.(when in fact, in court their NEGLECT could be deemed responsible)

Mark was talking to me like I was child his assistant was talking to me in a way more respectful tone but they were both saying the same shit and I had to break it down for them. They have a camera that may have recorded a the person that stole my stuff. They have access to the surveillance footage and instead of helping me they  are telling me they don't own the parking lot and they are not responsible.

I hope everyone reading this is paying attention. 24 Hour Fitness and their staff does not care about your well being. In fact I have been to four different locations and each parking lot has broken glass not to mention signs posted on the main entrance telling customers of the frequent thefts. The don't care about the safety of your vehicles while you and YOUR CHILDREN are inside their facility. The company was well aware of the problem but chose everyday not to hire a security guard.

If you think that is sad, picture this! I looked up into the security camera and noticed it 4 different lens inside, pitched like a fork of eyes to see a 180° spread. So I knew that If I could watch the footage I could find something. So when the cops arrive I approached officer Issac and explained it all.

In total 3 cop cars showed up which validated my opinion that we should have looked at the film before we even bothered them. Then after 30 minutes of me standing outside waiting the cops came out with surveillance footage of someone that said was me. The accused me of walking in the gym, checking in and immediately walking back outside. I looked at the footage and it was soooo obvious that it wasn't me but Officer Morales ( Badge #4859 ) argued with me about in a very disrespectful tone. The challenged my statement, they gave me a hard time because I couldn't remember exactly what time I checked in but my account checked in at 12:34pm and the footage they had of 12:34pm obviously was not me! Then as Officer Morales went into the gym for a second time. Officer Issac asked to see my truck. It was like they didn't believe me plus they wanted to be nosey but I didn't have anything to hide so I showed them my truck and once again explain what was taken. During our walk back toward the front of the gym Officer Issac made me aware that the cameras attached to the 24 Hour Fitness building to oversee the parking lot were actually motion censored cameras. WTF!? Really Man? That kind of technology makes sense for a home owners driveway but not for a gym parking lot with their doors open 24 hour. So for some reason want to save data space on their servers (*company's bottom line) but any criminal who knew this could just approach on foot. Not to mention the constant traffic would trigger so many recordings that I would assume the savings would be minimal to say the at least. So You mean to tell me this million dollar company, That has dozens of staff members just talking at the front desk every time I arrive wants to get petty, but at our expense while risking our safety.

After another 45 minutes they both come outside to tell me that they can't help me because they cant find footage of me walking in the gym. I put the cop in his place by telling him it's his job to mediate that. Their system is off, their time stamp is off or they just don't know how to work it properly but I was told That I had to call you for help and after I did, you coming up with excuses for not being able to help me.

You know what Officer Morales Bitch Ass did? He turned on his vest camera and tried to aggravated me.  Once again he challenged my report, he gave me the same bullshit excuses and with this nervous twitch of his he began to bend my driver license, ( because for some fucked up reason the were checking my record ) so I asked him to stop bending my license and asked if I could have it back. he literally looked at my license , thought about and decide not to replying it will be fine.... now he is wiping his herpes infested lips and adjusting his crotch to piss me off. At this moment I looked at Officer Issac straight in the eyes and told him the last thing I wanted to do today was inconvenience him but the only I was going to get 24 hour fitness to help was with your presence. At that moment  Officer Issac walked back toward the gym entrance, I had a feeling he believed me... and for some  godly reason he actually tried to help.

It took him another 30 minutes to figure out I actually checked in at 12:33pm and the whole they were looking for me, checking after 12:34pm because the time stamp was off by a few seconds. So he told me I was right I was wearing completely different clothes and apologized for accusing me of walking out immediately after checking in. He said now they could check the parking lot footage starting at 12:33pm but it would be a long shot  because their system if all jacked up. Motion sensors, the lobby camera had them arguing with me about who wasn't me and the spot my truck was parked. and on but I was so worked up from he way 24 hour Fitness staff and Officer Morales treated me I just asked him to call me if he found anything on the footage. I had to get out of their and medicate.

Bottom line was Eastvale Police and 24 Hour Fitness staff had no regard for my vehicles safety and no motivation to help me try to recover my stolen property. Both companies were insufficient, unprofessional, disrespectful and made the situation much worse that it was. In fact it could have escalated even further if I wasn't so mature. Someone less wise, less in control could have beat the shit of Mark Reel Jr or Officer Morales but I didn't. So give me my brownie point... or how about just a brownie to comfort me after such a stressful evening.

Stay tuned Fam! My next blog entry is very informative! Every Parent, iphone owner and tech savvy person such know what I learned. In fact my next blog entry will be like a part 2 to this entry because I would not have learned what I now know if my backpack had not been stolen. So make sure you park as close as you can to your gym entrance because until we file a class action suit and force 24 hour fitness to hire security all they technically owe us is an apology. Until next time Fam, Be good!

About an hour ago I was on my first date with Reina. She is an Angel from heaven and for at least one night she was my best friend. We talked about everything we could and before we knew it we ran out of time. One of the last things she said to me was she has a LA Fitness gym membership but instead of saying that I do too, all I could say is "I got a story about that" and I suggested I might blog it about since it came up.

So how do you tell your angelic date ... that you got yourself banned from LA Fitness? How do you tell anyone for that fact? I literally get this wave of guilt rushing through my body because I can imagine what reasons generally coincide with someone getting banned from a gym. Regardless the reality is only 3 people in the world know that I truly don't deserve the stigma of such a penalty... Let alone the penalty itself.

During the fall of 2015 I was seeing Yolie exclusively for several months. Its was the first time I had genuine connection with someone since breaking up with my baby momma. We hung out like Bonnie and Clyde every chance we could but this LA fitness was actually just our second date. ( our first date was actually Denny's, at 5am )

At the time I was a brand new Crunch gym member and I had the premium pass that allowed me to bring a guest free,.. so I invited Yolie to a gym date at my gym. Yolie instead convinced me to get a free week trail at her local LA Fitness. I playfully whined about having to deal with the salesman and paperwork but she was so awesome that I did it anyway.

So I got to LA Fitness in Norco, CA and signed up with the staff for free week trail. I tried to avoid it but the sales manager insisted that I take a tour with him. I told the sales manager I was already a member at Crunch Gym. I even told him I was broke and how I only came for date night, hoping he would let up. I mean I haven't even worked out here yet and he is talking like he is trying to convince me join today! Before my free trial even started? hahahahahaha! He is going on and on about the super low priced promo they have going on and how today is ironically the last day. Yeah, He was one of those guys. Now Yolie and I are following the sales manager upstairs, down stairs, inside the cycles room, we even seen the pool and sauna area before finding our way to the basketball courts and that is where things got interesting.

I love basketball! Its my therapy and soooo much more but at that stage in my life I had not played competitively for almost 2 years. (*motorcycle accident) In fact I had barley shot a basketball a few weeks before that to test my new wrist. Needless to say that when we got on the basketball court, I had to ask him how to games were and when were the best times to get run. This guy looked at me with a stereotypical smile and asked "you got game"? To which my reply was... "If I was as tall as you, I would still be playing for the Lakers" his face went from ignorant arrogance to looking ashamed or embarrassed... Most likely it was his insecurities setting in due to the fact Yolie was hearing all this. He basically said I was no where his level and even acknowledge my height and race as reasons. So I politely challenged him to a game of 1 on 1. I said lets make a deal! If I win I will join LA Fitness after you remove the initiation fee and annual fee. So I would only have to pay my monthly fee. I said if I lose, I will sign up tonight at full price and you get your full commission. He didn't think about it. Before I was done setting the bet, he was walking toward the free throw line.

Now this "Black" sales manager stood  6'2" and weighed at least 230 lbs. So he literally assumed that this "white" five footer weighing a buck sixty had no chance. By the facial expression on Yolie's face... so did she. SMH! Yolie sat on the sideline to watch us and for a second, I felt guilty and selfish for turning date night into a macho man challenge but that all guilt quickly vanished after he missed his first shot. I laughed like a little kids that just pranked his neighbors.. I mean I knew instantly after seeing his first shot, he wasn't on my level. I got the ball and never gave it back. I was attacking the rim and I was on fire from outside. I don't think I even missed a shot. I skunked him 11-0 and Yolie was more surprised than this guy was embarrassed. I was sooooo happy but reality was it had nothing to do with winning the bet.

I was sooo elated that I could even shoot the basketball this well. I mean it was almost like my shot was better. Even to this day... 3 years later. I still believe my after surgery shot is better than any shot I had my entire life. One day I will blog about the Hit and Run on my motorcycle and the surgery but at LA Fitness, I realized my right to walk into any hoops dojo was still intact. The second reason I was soooooo happy was that Yolie witnessed this entire episode. You should have seen the facial expression she had after I beat him. It was like day and night compared to the one she had when I challenged him. She was so proud of me, super impressed and at that moment believed me when I said I should have been a Laker.

It didn't stop there! Shockingly this "Sales Manager" asked me for " Double or Nothing." Really? I just skunked this dude and he is asking for double or nothing. Then I blurted, "How the Hell are you going to double what I just won?" He just stood there puzzled with  Bubba Gump facial expression. Soooo being the freaking cool guy I suggested a very reasonable rematch. I said if I win You gotta throw in gym t-shirts for my girlfriend and I. He didn't care what the bet was... he just wanted a rematch. It was almost as bad as the first game but this time he made a few shots. Eventually I won the second game and his dumb ass challenged me to a third game,... which I obviously won as well. By the time all this was over Yolie and I still had a workout to get to but it was really all laughs and giggles that night joking the whole time about what had just transpired.

Time Flew by . Maybe a month or so and instead of getting a $40 debit charge for my monthly fees, LA Fitness charged for not only my monthly but the initiation fee and annual fee as well. I was irate. I wasn't at the gym when I noticed... thank GOD!

Immediately I knew this was going to be a big problem so I wrote down what happened on paper to give to a supervisor in case this guy tried to deny it, although I wanted to speak with him first giving him the benefit of the doubt as if he may have forgot to credit my account. So after our workout one night I approached the front desk and asked him about the discrepancy.

I stood there with the letter in my hand which was basically a written testimony of what happened during my tour of LA Fitness looking for an explanation of why and the same guy that challenged me to a third rematch that night pretended he didn't know who I was. I lost control! There is no way that this LA Fitness Sale manager had ever gambled with a potential member over a basketball game before and even if he did... how many would he have to go through before he could forget the little whiteboy that beat him 3 time in a row? It was a cowardly and completely disrespectful. He could have pulled me to the side and told me he forgot. He could have been honest and said he screwed up and should have never accepted my challenge. He could have offered to pay me back somehow in order to preserve his job but instead this grown man in his mid-20's decided to act like I made up this entire story to get my fees removed. I went Loco! I cussed him out and demanded a manager but the so called manager was listening the whole time and barely decided to step forward after I requested him. He was a younger gentleman that obviously wanted nothing to do with the confrontation but for some reason I cant explain, he immediately defended the sales manager without knowing the truth. I told him I had a witness and written letter explaining the incident and how it has become a problem. He basically said that my letter is worthless and its my word against his co workers then asked me to leave. I got louder!! I went on how the basketball courts have cameras and I have proof in the surveillance footage. The so called manager replied like a bully barking to me about how he controlled the surveillance footage and it will be deleted, because he can do that.

Both of these punks deserve some stone cold ass whoppings but my hands were tied and no matter how bad I wanted to be the Punisher, I had to keep my hands to myself. Too many witnesses, too many cameras and this whole time my girlfriend is watching, standing by my side. By this time the female receptionist has called the sheriff department and they are accusing me of trespassing Which had me yelling at her, into the phone at the 911 dispatch and everyone around judging me.

I didn't deserve any of it. I actually handle it the write way by writing the letter and asking to speak to manager but after that manager dogged me out I felt like waiting in the parking lot and following both guys home. I try to avoid the gym entirely, then i tried to avoid the salesman, then i tried to avoid the becoming a member but somehow, someway... I ended up paying this company to spit on me and there was nothing I could do to get even. I tried to call corporate and even speak to another general manager at the Riverside location. No matter who I spoke with they all said there is nothing they can do to help me because the Norco LA Fitness staff had put my name on "Banned List."

It's times like these I wish I had Elon Musk money so I could sue every company that mistreats their consumers. There is so much wrong with that gym and a court case like would have exposed so much more than just an unprofessional sales manager manipulating and lying. I would have turned it into a class action after observing the amount of neglect at that Norco facility. Regardless once again I got screwed and even to this day suffer because of the devils in this world that have convoluted my life. Yes I can find another gym but Reina and plenty of others do have LA Fitness memberships which automatically eliminates the opportunity for us to work out together. Lucky for me I don't ever have to tell this story again. From this day forward I will just share the link to this blog entry hoping my friend and potential girlfriends can understand WHAT REALLY HAPPENED.