Presley's Diary

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?

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.

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.