Presley's Diary

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!