September 2018 - Presley's Diary

Sunday, September 30, 2018

MY LA FITNESS STORY

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MY LA FITNESS STORY
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.

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Who is Presley

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Who is Presley

What if I told you I was related to legendary rock star Elvis Presley or the former president Jimmy Carter? Would you even bother reading the blog of some distant relative anyways? Maybe I could spice it up by saying my father abandoned me and my 16 year old mother before I could even crawl. Then I will add some meat to this gumbo by telling you my sister and I were kidnapped when I was 3 years old and we were not reunited with our mother until 8 years later.

Catholic schools, hoop dreams, running away, joining a gang. I lived in foster homes, group homes, the streets and juvenile hall until I eventually got my G.E.D. so I could emancipate myself. Violent defense mechanisms, drug sales and the streets became a way of life. Even as a college student hoping to become a sports broadcaster I was a hustler with a Tony Montana mind state, but I was different.

You ever heard of a gang member going AWOL from a group home then enrolling himself back in school? I didn't just have hoop dreams I sincerely wanted to go to college. Eventually I did enroll in Jr college too but went to jail shortly after due to my temper.

Have you ever been raided by the D.E.A.? Have you Ever had a bottle broken over your skull? How many people do you know that have slept on a park bench? Imagine getting shot or your little brother dying in your arms. Imagine being the victim of a hit and run on your motorcycle. Mi Vida Loca! At one point in my life I was a rapper and one of the songs that I recorded said I have more stories than Teddy Ruxpin... Its true... I have more.

Speaking of me rapping... Some might respect my rap career if I told shared how I made my childhood dream come true when I got invited to the world famous wake up show but how would you feel if I told you I challenged Crooked I to a battle and then did a song with his homie Chino XL a few weeks later? With that said... I might as well add my whole life was just like my rap career... One big freestyle!

I have been single 4 years now after having 3 kids with my Jr High puppy love. We were never married but it sure felt like a divorce. Somehow I found my way back to the first hustle I ever had.... washing cars! I don't just wash cars, I detail boats, airplanes, tow trucks and more. Looking back at life as an 11 year old boy washing my first car for $5 ( min wage was $4.25 ),.... I swear I wish I detailed my whole life. Instead I am barely getting it going and in many ways it feel like I have done a full circle. Someday soon I will have 60 hours worth of detailing or more and my own crew but the truth is I had just 1 car today. Until then I'm rolling in the gas station on fumes, sleeping in my truck and surviving off the dollar store.

I'm writing again, blogging and making beats but I work and work out everyday so my time is just as limited as my resources. I spend way to much time on dating apps, going thru the motions trying to find female version of me. So that will be distracting me as well but trust me I got stories about the dating apps too. The reality is,.. this not going to happen over night but I am painting a new picture. A new future and a better evolved version of me. So stay tuned and together we can one day answer the question... Who is Presley?

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Prayers for Nick Yarris

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Prayers for Nick Yarris
Last week on Facebook one of my best friends shared an interview between Joe Rogan and Elon Musk that really sparked my interest. Since then I have heard 4 episodes of "The Joe Rogan Experience"  and I must admit... I can't suggest a better podcast. So today I found the podcast on my iHeart Radio App and listened to Joe interview Nick Yarris while I worked on a Tuesday.

Less than 10 minutes in my eyelids were full of tears.I never heard of Nick Yarris but after today I could never forgot. This guy and I have sooo much in common and although our stories are very different, we deal with a very similar struggle. Not only do we share similar stigma or stereotypes but we both struggle daily with suppressing pain and projecting love. Sooooo many people in this world have such a boring and event less life that there is no respect or compassion for stories like ours which creates an island of loneliness that very few care to save you from. They cant believe the majestic and spiritual synchronicity because they see the roller coaster rides full of bad luck compiled by emotional mistakes convoluted with the evils of this world. I wont say , I have been there... cause I still live on that island.

For the past few years I have been changing. Spiritually, Mentally and Physically I knew there was something going on but I couldn't figure it out. Since I couldn't figure it out, I had know way to control it. Today thanks to Joe Rogan and Nick Yarris, I had a very important epiphany that could very well change my life.

I don't go to doctor unless its an emergency and even if I did bug my medi-cal doctors they wouldn't do what it takes to diagnosis me properly, especially regarding the ground breaking study of NueroPlasticity.  Before today I had never heard the term but upon hearing the definition, I instantly knew that my soul's desire to be a good father, good person and godly is my Evolving and adapting to being rewire.

So today was good day and I'm excited to digest the progressions and possibilities ahead of me. I had no idea I was giving myself NueroPlasticity Healing. Subconsciously through grace, dignity and kindness, I have began to establish a confidence and self respect that I have never had. I knew I wanted to be a certain kind of man. I knew I wanted to treat people how I want to be treated. I never knew that by being this kind of person, I would simultaneously mending the scars of my past.

I hope you all have an open mind to our evolution because our trajectory as a society is worrisome to say the least and I truly believe only the open minded , good hearted and hopeful can save us. For the record this world is lucky. Lucky that men bearing scars like Nick Yarris are able to absorbed this worlds pain without redirecting it to another human. You should all pray for Nick, I know I will. Big Shout out to Joe Rogan... my 3rd eye is open! Until next time Fam! 

Monday, September 24, 2018

Boycott Mr Sonny AAHS Gifts and The Halloween Club

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Boycott Mr Sonny AAHS Gifts and The Halloween Club
I'm literally in tears right now. Stuck in 6 o'clock traffic on the 91 freeway. I just left the Buena Park mall after experiencing the worst job interview of my life. For years I have avoided this freeway at this time because it is not only a waste of life but the impatience of these drivers could very easily take a life. Nevertheless once again I am in a place I don't want to be in. Not to mention trying to cope with a mind state that I don't deserve. Eventually After enough blog entries you will begin to understand how I got to this stage in my life but for now you should know I recently started my own mobile detailing company. It's the only way I can make a fair wage and I love it but starting your own company and building your own clients just doesn't happen over night. So lately I have been looking for a part time or seasonal job to supplement my expansion and make sure I can still afford Christmas Presents.

Pulling up into the gym parking lot last week I noticed a Halloween Store popped up a few doors down and I thought that that would be something I could handle for a few weeks until I found something more steady. You should know everything I do is, has been and will always be for multiple reasons. Always for the right reasons.. but for multiple reasons as well.

In this case I figured I could conveniently hit the gym before or after my shift. I figured employees would get some sort of discount and with three kids that could be a big saving for this budget shopper. I figured time would fly by fairly quick working there dealing with customers and consistently reorganizing the costumes plus the amount of heavy lifting and sweating would so minimal compared to past jobs I have done that I wouldn't feel too bad about working for minimum wage. It would have been a great fit for me being such a hard worker and great with customer service but instead of what I thought was going to be the perfect part time seasonal job, turned into a nightmare that concluded with me, once again getting the cops called.

I swear to GOD it feels like every time I try to put someone in their place or raise my voice, someone it threatening to call the cops on me. You can't imagine how many times this has happened to me. Maybe it's because they can see the crazy in my face... or hear it in my voice... but I didn't wake up like this. Someone made my voice change tones. Someone made my face red. Then this same person has the nerve to act like I am the problem. I honestly don't know how I control myself as much as I do. I mean I seriously had a daydream flash before my eyes.... of me, turning that office into a WWE Main Event. It's like they see the crazy and instead of making it right... they all use the police as a scapegoat. That just makes me more furious. All of you know that there are people in this world that just need a good old fashion ass whooping but according to the law I cant slap people around when they deserve it, so instead I whipped out my phone told them all about my blog. I told him I was going to document this entire incident and let everyone know who Mr. Sonny really is.

I was really pissed off. I wasted 6 emails, 3 phone calls, my gas plus the time it took to drive to Buena Park and back. My first email included a resume, bio, Pictures and digital flyer for my new detail service. Their final email instructed me to call at 4pm to see if Mr Sonny was in the office before going and it mentioned to make sure i bring my social security and driver license. I did and they told me Mr Sonny was in the Buena Park office until 6pm. The lady also said to bring my social security card and drivers license. I was applying to work in corona but for some reason I had to drive out to Buena Park to interview for the minimum wage job. My gut instinct said not to go. The CPU in brain said not to go. I went anyway because I am a father of 3 and money rules the world.

I got there at 5pm and told the cashier I had an appointment with Mr Sonny. She replied by saying he was conducting another interview at the moment and asked if i could wait. 45 minutes later... As if I had been forgotten about she looked surprised to see me still there and took me back to Mr Sonny's fake office. It was literally just sheets and shelving. This guy didn't even look at me as I entered the office and took a seat. Instead he kept talking to his young female employee, demeaning her for a recent mistake. 5 minutes after seating in a chair arms distance from Mr Sonny, he finally acknowledges me. He could barely speak English but asks who I was and after I replied. I stuck out my hand to shake his hand and he reluctantly pretended to shake my hand. He actually gave me very weak 3 finger shake and he asked for a resume. 

I couldn't understand. The way he pronounced "resume" literally took me about 3 minutes to figure out what he was asking for. Finally after it clicked I said no. I told him it was sent with the first email noting that I assumed that is why I got a reply. I continued by telling him I was told twice to bring my social but no body said anything about a resume. His assistant is back now gracefully bowing as she hands him a cup of hot tea as he ask me if I have experience. My stomach sunk and my skin tightened. My temperature rose as my nostrils flared. I knew at that moment something bad was about to happen and my mind rapidly screened through full spectrum of scenarios yet somehow, someway I just laughed and said experience?

Please let me give you some perspective before i finish the story. My resume and initial email would have told him about my experience. Soooo while i was taking the application process serious he wasn't taking the hiring process serious. This is in my head right after I waited 40 min for the interview without a chair. Secondly, I have seen 3 of his stores and every single employee ( except 1) has been a  teenage female. Actually the one serving him tea looked high school student. Soooooo? You disrespect my time, my application, my hand shake and now he suggests there is a job a teenager can do that I can't.

In the back of my mind I was thinking " Bitch my company flyer looks 10 times better than yours". Instead I chuckled therapeutically and said "my 15 year old daughter can do this job". He didn't like my answer so I cut him off and went in. I asked him how is that I know who he is but he acts like he wasn't expecting me? It was obvious he had no redgard for my time, effort or appearance. So I scolded him for wasting my time, disrespecting me and really let him know he made he and his company standout unprofessionally.

So he did what every other bitch made pussy does after they fuck up the wrong persons day.... He threaten me with the police. I literally begged him to do it while I was getting pics of him. Well I'm not in jail, I'm not working hard for the wrong person and even though I wasted my time and gas, I did get a brand new story to tell. Just another piece of perspetive, so you and my kids know how loco my life has been. 

Mr Sonny might have more money than me but he could never be my equal. He doesn't deserve an employee like me and People like me are making changes to protect our children from working for people or companies like that. So if you're shopping for Halloween costumes this fall or ever in the Buena Park mall, Uncle Presley suggests that you boycott Mr Sonny, AAHS gift store and the Halloween Club.





Saturday, September 22, 2018

Welcome To My Diary

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Welcome To My Diary
Hello Everybody,... Welcome to Presley's Diary.  I am Presley. You can call me Presley, Nothing more... Nothing less. Yes that is a gym selfie but it technically is my most recent selfie plus it shows I'm alive and well (in case you care lol), so there you have it.

It's been a long time since I tried to write. I took a long break from mainstream society and my social media accounts. I stopped listening to FM Radio and I have really done as much I can to ensure that my soul, my life and my perspectives are not influenced by anyone or anything other than destiny.

For as long as I can remember... I have been fascinated by words, lyrics and psalms. I know my passion to write was in a large part was due to my obsession with music but I cant help but wonder if this was my Divine path and if maybe,.. subconsciously I was doing it for my mental health. I think every human being has mental health issues to some degree. Some ignore it, some address it and writing has become one of my main coping mechanisms.

With that said, I need to write and I'm hoping this time around I find the clarity I need to solve this Rubik's cube called my life. It's not just about me.. we all know there are at least three children that depend on my evolution... but sometimes I get this erry feeling that the rest of you need me too. Like as if I was born for a purpose. So while I seek that purpose to discover who I really am, this blog will remind us all how I got there.

I guess I'm not ashamed to admit it at 36 years old... God knows its not my fault. Mental health issues are suppose to exist in a child's mind after going through what I went through in my youth. Life's hard! I survived some ugly shit storms and I even thou I came real real close to making dreams come true.... I'm back in a place where I need to write for my mental health. So yesterday I spent my last dollar on my new domain so I could start blogging.

Don't get it twisted! I don't wake up mad at the world, humans or GOD. I don't think of ways to inflict pain or commit crime. I don't let my mood affect the world but this world does affect my moods. My struggle is dealing with people trying to hurt me or take out their pain on me. My struggle is my childhood memories and not having a family because of them. Sometimes I just don't know how to deal with ill mannered people, bad perspectives, crooked companies, broken systems, the liars and the tweakers. My pain comes from realizing that no matter what I do or how I say things, just like a majority of civilization... my children are going to learn the hard way. Not to mention I am barley coping with that fact that I want to hear GOD'S voice sooooooooooo bad, but for some fucked up reason, I can't.

The truth is no one can really tell that I'm broken, depressed or homeless. It's not that I'm hiding it but I just don't project negatively. I'm always loving, courteous and helpful. I am the hopeful optimistic trying to the make the most out of life. I'm not calling any hot lines or screaming for attention on Facebook. I'm not asking for anyone to read this or do me any favors. This Diary is for my kids, My kid's kids, My Bonnie and anyone who might benefit from the wisdom or strength of my stories. More importantly I'm doing this for myself, Because its what I do... To keep my pain from affecting the rest of the world.

Although you might see this as the beginning of a new era/ story/ book, I see it through binoculars of hope, as the final chapter " my happy ending". I think every human being should have a blog or time capsule of some sort. I think we all deserve to be remembered and this diary is to make sure I remember  who I am when my A.I. is rebooted lol just kidding. So once again welcome to Presley's Diary. Thanks for taking the time to get to know the real me.