6’3″ and 300 lbs.

Q: Describe yourself for me.

A: Looks like a baby arm holding an apple.

Q: No describe yourself physically and emotionally.

A: Physically I’m a big dude; stand 6’3″ weigh 300 pounds, size 13 shoe, wear a 13 and a half ring, y’know? That’s a big finger, uh… emotionally? I’m a stable dude I wouldn’t call myself the most stable in the world but when it comes to handling myself? I think I can handle myself pretty well. Uh, I let my anger get the best of me sometimes, no doubt, but that happens to the best of us, y’know? Uh, relationship emotional wise, I’m a bit iffy on that. It’s been a couple years since I’ve had a relationship so it’s weird, it’s a weird experience.

Q: Tell me your earliest memory ever.

A: I can’t even remember what I had for breakfast yesterday.

Q: But you don’t have any super early memories… or?

A: I think my earliest memory would have to be like 10. It was when I first started driving and my grandpa took me out on this road, some back road in Albuquerque, I don’t remember what it was, and uh… and it was just a really good experience. It was him and he was teaching me how to drive; I didn’t know what I was doing, it was like this old beat up truck, and I hit a… I don’t want to say I hit a tree but it was more like a stump. And it was just like… we were going 10 miles an hour and we just came to a dead stop and I just like sat there and bawled my eyes out because I thought the car was going to explode. And he was like, “No jito, it’s okay it didn’t do anything to the truck, this thing is made of like steel…” and he kept trying to calm me down, but I just was not having it. It was just, it was a good experience and a bad one, good because my grandpa was there but bad because I thought I wrecked the car. That’s my earliest one I think.

Q: What do you think makes that one stick so much?

A: I think it’s my grandfather, I have a big connection with him. He’s not my real grandfather, that’s the thing, he’s like a step-grandfather. Like my nana’s my real nana, my mom’s my real mom but my nana got divorced from my mom’s dad, so my real grandpa when she was (sighs) 22 so they had my mom when she was sixteen and they went into the army and blah blah blah they had my uncle, my mom, and my aunt and they divorced. Some years down the road she wasn’t married, maybe she was 30 or 35, no she had to have been 30, she met my grandfather and he was the first one to hold me when I was born. So I guess there is that real emotional connection with us, y’know he is my grandfather I’d do anything for him. Y’know they say that blood is thicker than water but sometimes it’s not the case.

Q: Tell me one thing that you’ve done in your life that you’re the most proud of.

A: I haven’t really gotten there yet, I guess you could say. I think my most proud moment would be like, graduating high school. I know that’s everybody’s thing but most of my family dropped out or didn’t graduate high school or didn’t go anywhere with their lives. But I think that my number one, like if I do have a number one, the most proud thing I’ve ever done would be joining the fire department. Because oh yeah, my family did it and my grandfather did it and my dad it and I could have easily chosen my own path but I was like
“Aw screw that, I want to go to the fire department” but I was talking to my friend and he said,
“That’s the most selfless thing you can do.” and I was like,
“ah no it’s not I can think of other things.” and he was like,
“no really, you’re risking your life for another person’s life and that’s amazing.”
That’s like my most proud thing, I think, is joining the fire department.

Q: Tell me a story.

A: ok this is an actual story, when I was 16 i remember my first girlfriend ever, she was fucking gorgeous, and every day we would be together and one day I called up my buddy, and I was sixteen at the time, and I was like, “dude, I think I’m gonna marry this girl” and he was like
“Dude, you’re in freakin’ 10th grade, just stop, don’t even try you’re not going to marry this girl,” and I was like,
“No, dude, I’m dead serious I think I’m gonna marry this girl.” So like two months down the road, I’m like deeply in love with her and everything and I’m like kissing her neck, and it was in the middle of like everybody like we were waiting for her bus, and I was kissing her neck and like, y’know trying to go down her shirt and shit…
and my parents roll up
I heard the Hummer roll up and it was like *beep beep*
and I hear my dad go “GET THE FUCK IN THE CAR, NOW!”
and I was like “eeerrrrrrrr”
and I was scared shitless dude, I didn’t know what was going on. So I get in the car and I’m all pissed off, y’know trying to act like Billy Bad Ass and it was just my dad in the car and he goes, “What were you doing?”
and I was like, “I was kissing my girlfriend.” He’s like,
“Yeah you were uh… kissing her huh?” I was like,
“Dad please!” and he’s like,
“I’m not gonna say anything to mom but next time I catch you, I won’t hesitate to beat your ass.” I was like,
“Dad please!” and he’s like,
“That’s fucking embarrassing, don’t do that in front of people and blah blah blah, next time take her out to the back of the fuckin’ field and…” and I was like,
“Dad stop,” like I don’t want to deal with this. It was such a God awful experience. Like I said, I was 16, I didn’t know, she was my first girlfriend and I was like this little horn dog of a kid. It was a learning experience, but it was just a bad learning experience.

Q: If you could say anything to a large amount of people, anonymously, what would you say?

A: Why is there so much bad in the world? Why do humans hate each other so much? Why are we the only species that goes and murders other parts of our species because they’re different?
Because they’re not what you want them to be, they’re not this perfect group of people. I mean, yeah they’re different colors and different backgrounds and different religions but why do we attack each other? I mean, yeah, I can understand defending yourself, like let’s say you were to get up and punch me in the face of course I’m gonna get up and punch you back. And some people would say like, “Oh that’s a mexican punching a white guy, that’s typical mexicans, beating up the white people, taking our jobs…” and all that other bullshit, like why? They’re here to work, they take the jobs that you assholes won’t work and that’s why sometimes I’m like, ‘fuck you guys, you go and work a 16 hour day on a construction site in 105 degree weather everyday’ y’know? Why do we hate each other so much?


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