T-DOLA Book 1 & 2 E-Book

Jason David Yonai

• Herausgeber: Jason David Yonai
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

T-DOLA book 1 & 2 is based on true, real-life events that have taken place in the author Jason David Yonai a.k.a KazeLoon's life. This book describes how KazeLoon was feeling when paroling and his transition back into society after doing around thirteen and a half years incarcerated. T-DOLA breaks down Jason's relationships with famous women such as Rihanna, Mya, SZA, Brianna Kierra Perry(YRB), Diana Gordon(Wynter), K.D Aubert, Tinashe, Reign Edwards, Shayne Audra Murphy, Bianca Jasmine Lawson, etc. This nonfiction book depicts many stories that led to Jason's early incarceration at the age of fourteen to twenty-eight, which is also narrated in some of KazeLoon's music. T-DOLA takes you on a Third Eye trip through California and Nevada, where the author grew up. With many life lessons contained in this good hood read, it is a mando rare gem that will not be seen only in T-DOLA vision. 
 

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Table of Contents

T-DOLA Book 1 & 2

Part 1

Part 2

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

T-DOLA PT.1

Chapter One "Da Intro"

Part 1

West up everybody I know you probably heard of me before from my music and my partnership with numerous famous females. Well, I'm going to put you up on some of my private relations with them in this book. First off, I'd like to speak about how I first heard about Rihanna. In 2004 I was incarcerated in Salinas Valley State Prison Level 4

on Delta Yard, and I heard Rihanna give a shoutout on 102.5 K-DON radio station. While I was locked up, I had subscriptions to Vibe, XXL, Source, Blender, Complex, Rolling Stone, King, Stuff, Maxim, FHM, etc.

because I wanted to stay up on ongoing events on the other side of the fence due to me being in the Ad-Seg, S.H.U, or P.S.U for many years. While I

was doing my time, I used to see Rihanna in certain magazines with flirty jewellery like the silver alien neckless with matching pieces which I took as a meaning for me who they refer to as an alien because of my musical savant skills and I grew up in the East San Gabriel-Pasadena-Los Angeles Silverlake area. However most of my young life I grew up in Original East L.A Belvedere Park, Belvedere Gardens, Monterey Park, Montebello, Aldergate, Sequoia Gardens, Sequoia Park, and Juvie/Camp/Placement/Youth Authority.

As I was doing my prison terms, I used to hear that many famous females wanted to hook up with me, including

Rihanna. As of now present, I have hooked up with many of them more then you can count on both hands, and I have receipts. I will be talking about them in my second book following this one.

Part 2

I was paroled from prison and ASH in 2010 back to my old neighbourhood to my families house on North Bleakwood Ave. I used to be surfing on the computer and looking on my cellphone at some of my famous females like on there Twitter's. I used to be thinking they were talking about me in there tweets subliminally? I was connected to some of them on my MySpace around 2011.

Around this time, I used to go outside and meet a lot of cool peeps around the neighbourhood. Some of them were going to E.L.A.C others worked at Atlantic Square, Prado Center, Atlantic Village, Atlantic Garden's, Montebello Plaza, Montebello Times Square, Montebello Town Center, Atlantic Times Square, Commerce Center, Citadel, Santee Alley Swap Meet, Chinatown, Santa Anita Mall, and other areas of Los Angeles County. I was having the best times of my life when I got out on parole and off parole. I used to take casual strolls through the neighbourhood like going to 7-11 or Salud on Mednik Ave and Floral Dr I had gotten my California I.D from the Montebello DMV my Mom

took me to get it when I first paroled. It felt good to be able to go to any liquor store and buy whatever I wanted. I used to frequent at Paco's on Third Street to buy my usual liquor, lottery scratchers, cigarette's, and other items I needed at the time. I used to buy my Dad some beef jerky and my Mom some household cleaning items from Paco's when I used to walk there from the house. I remember my Dad had gotten into a fight with some tall Mexican when I was younger at Paco's in the parking lot and bust his right knuckle up hella bad. We had to drive on the freeway to Kaiser Permanente while my Dad's right hand was bleeding he ended up going to E.R and losing half his right-hand knuckle. I remember he got mad at me and blamed me for this incident because I always used to bug him to go to the liquor store's to get the 50 cent Lucas chilli powder in the yellow plastic bottle. I will be reflecting on specific mini-stories throughout this book from time to time as I write about my relations with Rihanna, etc.

Part 3

As you already know, I have been secretly fuccin with Robyn Rihanna Fenty for many years starting around 2013 when we became Facebook friends.

From my Facebook account, I sent her some nasty porn videos to her account. This is when I first talked to Rihanna through direct messaging. Then starting in 2014, I began to write very private personal letters to Rihanna containing nasty stuff from my private parts. This was when we started to have oral sex, and I began to mail Rihanna numerous letters every month. I first started to send Rihanna my nasty love letters to her 932

Rivas Cyn Rd. Pacific Palisades spot just over Sunset Blvd on the Westside.

Then I started to mail her my nasty love letters to 129

Lafayette St. New York, NY in Chinatown the Eastcoast hood as you can see how she was getting very thicc?

And as you can see next to the Garfield Inn Motel

the Alta-Dena big "MILK" sign? Can you put two and two together and figure it out for yourself my ninjas? Then I started mailing my love letters to Rihanna's condo at 1

W.Century Dr Unit #27B Los Angeles, CA. 90067

most of the love letters I sent here to this location this is our main

"Love Nest" I would say. Then in 2017, Rihanna bought the mansion at 7801 Hillside Ave Los Angeles, CA. 90046

this is when I started mailing her my love letters over there. This spot got broken into twice, so she doesn't fucc with this spot like that, so I had to mail my love letters to the usual Unit#27B.

Hopefully, as I write this, Rihanna will buy part of my record company KRC & K.D Lean Inc. at a percentage then we can post up most likely at The Century where it is safe.

Chapter Two

Out on Parole "part 1"

My first real feeling of being free as a adult was december 13th, 2010. It was the day for me to go home and I was sleeping in the "thunder dome" is what they called my room in unit 27 atascadero state hospital. As I woke up it didn't even dawn on me that I was supposed to go home because I was so institutionalized. I went to the bathroom to do my hygiene and wash up then the staff told me not to go to the chow hall because I was leaving. I got my thangs together I didn't have to much because I left my homies most of my thangs. I told my cellies goodbye I hugged them and then I bounced down the hallway. As I was walking down the hallway, some of my other unit homies told me bye, and I told them the same. I walked through the stairway door for the last time the same spot where me and my homies used to kick it and make secret trades like for cigarettes, cassette tapes, store items, etc. As I walked out to the bottom, I opened the door and all the noise that sounded so loud and close before sounded not as loud as usual.

Maybe because this place was fading from my

every day or maybe because I was already paroled and nobody couldn't tell me nothing? Or maybe because I couldn't stop hearing my favorite rihanna songs playing in the back of my mind. I kept hearing "ride" probably because I was about to going back to south california l.a. I also kept hearing "shut up and drive" thinking of how I hope the driver gets me to the parole office in one piece. As I reflect about being in csp-sacramento on the a, b, and c-yards from 2007 to 2010

watching music videos on myv 3. I used to love to watch rihanna's music video "shut up and drive"

while I was high off some m&m's. Now that i'm about to go home I couldn't feel any calmer like I just popped some morphine's. As I walk towards the little out take room I keep thinking man these ceiling's are hella high made for some high powered giant's who are loced out like me? A out of this world escape for the lifer's who parole is places like ash. I wish them the best always because many of them helped me through my trials and tribulations and straight laced me with the

rules of the game. I walked into the out processing room and I seen the out take processing officer I told him what's up. He gave me and this other white guy who was going home too white thin jumpsuits with blue wind breaker jackets to put on.

We were waiting about less then a hour and then two transportation deputies came and picked us up in a white transportation car. I walked out to the white car with no handcuffs and for the first time in 13 and a half years I was finally free. As we pulled out from the ash back lot and went through the metal fences I knew I wasn't planning on coming back no time soon hopefully forever although the food, grill, store, and packages were 100:). I was bumping my walkman listening to the same radio stations like wild that I was listening too back in el paso robles y.a but not feeling like it.

And also the last time I was in ash from 2003 to 2004 briefly for a few months on a 1370 court order from solano county for my two inmate manufacturing weapon charges I picked up in c.m.f vacaville. As we continued to drive down the

familar highway which I believe was the 5

interstate the scenery started to blend into the same old thing like when I used to drive to las vegas with my family. I've been down this highway many times because I used to vacation in lake mammoth when I was younger and because I stayed at 21 instituations through out my incarceration. One time down the 5 we went to see family in stockton this was when I was around 8

years old around 1990. As I turned up the radio I realized they were playing one of my favorite rihanna songs "sos" smash on sight i'm hoping rihanna will let me when I touchdown in l.a? As we keep driving down the highway I realize hey nigga i'm really finally free as I have a odd feeling a coward ass sniper's bullet is coming through the car window at any second. I'm tripping like a muthafucca but then again with all the haters I seen just online I really ain't real talk. I'm feeling real good as we pass by people in traffic i'm already getting some flirty looks from some fine females it feels just like the 90's. As we start

pushing down the coast I feel like leonardo with a shot of lean mutagen flowing through a nigga veins feeling way stronger then bane. As i'm feeling like a marvel or d.c super hero i'm hoping that I will be saying very soon to the roof robyn and to this day i'm still hoping she would buy us penthouse 40 at the century matthew perry's condo. I'm feeling like mark kepple 1996-97 when all the bad ass freaks were on my mayo jar trying to twist it and get a taste like if I didn't flirt back with them they went straight to hell man and a nigga ain't talking about the avenue. I had those bad ass hoes mad af because I was ditching school g-riding putting in work on the block all day they really were hotter then hell man in ole so many ways. I'm feeling like wolverine as i'm healing man fresh out of ash not looking back at heilmann regional park.

I'm not feeling on the l, bored, as el bordo ave says bye bye for a long time but maybe not for good cuz I plan to travel up north again one day. I cannot just forget about northern or central cali due to all my years of living there and traveling

through there. I can say I partially grew up in northern and central cali because I have lived in both for around 13 years mostly in my teens and 20's. As we pass by pismo beach i'm thinking no more bugs bunny plans of digging tunnels to escape for me or should I say the type of enviorment around me. I even remember telling my forensic doctor what's up doc? Only because I knew I was going home like if I bribed him lol. On the west as we drift pass baywood los oso I keep thinking how many baes are soon to get grizzly with my wood as they say the serinity prayer? Just the thought has me feeling like a morro ducking the long barrel in the hood of east l.a like on east 100 riggin street-west ave-east cesar chavez ave brooklyn ave while the gang bangers play shoot em up bang bang. I'm chucking up the ab as we dip through avila beach on our way to grover feeling like I had a pocket full of blue paramount rocks with some indo or chronic feeling real big high as fucc like arroyo grande a.k.a arroyo drive where we used to blaze it up and grub at 7-11, arroyo doughnut's, arroyo liquor, arco

on bradbury, arroyo plaza sushi place, korean bbq on rush, mobile, grandview market, tozai, primo's liquor and the pizza spot that was next to it, alta dena dairy, vito's liquor, jim's burger, pizza cart, carl's jr., taco bell, yoshinoya, amc, food court, etc.

It reminds me of the time I was playing dodge ball with the cars next to the pomona 60 freeway on ramp so it seemed after smoking two 8-balls of sky blue crank and some good weed. It was like a oceano wave of a blurry blue dream the cars melting on the freeway kind of like the faces we passed by on the interstate 1 and 5 on my way home. This is probably because back then they used to cook up speed and acid tabs with some of the same chemical agents. Good looking out to my mexican homies who used to hook me up with the acid tabs and the speed back in the 90's. As we passed callender I thought to myself all the dates I might fill up my calendar with but then I was stuck at the garfield inn like it was cambria with the red tattoo supplies calendar on the wall like I fucced up in nipomo. It still feels like shuman as I

write this on the one where is santa maria or guadalupe to save a nigga cuzz? As we passed ohai and santa barbara I felt like operah a big outlaw like john dillenger breaking out of jail but with no female in a orange or red dress at the movies. The feeling foothill and summerland cuz i'm about to kick it in the hills and in boyle heights like it is summer time in the 213. As we drove down the 101

next to north avenue it felt very north bleakwood ave-north burton ave homely because my family is from oxnard and I used to be around here many times before. As we drove on the one or the 101

westcoast line I felt very cool like we were riding a true blue saltless magical wave made of the shinto's paints that were freshly created out of the japanese skies that illuminated the fresh springs of the kyoto mountains in the night time mixed with a splash of the devine wind at mongol smashing time. You can tell i'm practicing my metaphors and similes lol:) I can tell you that while we were cruising down the 101 coastline I felt very trill lean watching the blue ocean shimmer off the

white boats and houses it reminded me of eating at el torito at redondo beach with a mixture of eating dinner with my family at baby doe's back in the 80's. I didn't feel weird at all now that I was released more like very serene calm and cool. I continued to feel like this even when I arrived at my destination the ventura parole office. I stepped out of the white trans car feeling like I stepped out of the gas chamber I ain't gonna lie the dude who was next to me didn't seem like he used his 12.50 on toothpaste from the store just on chocalate no mint stale shit cake, too buff chimmy chonga's, holy kakamole burgers, and rocky road(the over no easy too many bumps on humps kind) from the grill maybe or maybe not? As I stretched my legs for the first time as I walked towards the ventura parole office the sun felt real good like that green punch jar from kush fly that I smoked at east san gabriel 2018. I said good looking out to my drivers the trans deputies as I checked in with the ventura parole office they told another trans unit from los angeles county was

going to pick me up soon. I said okay cool then I posted up and exchanged saluds with everybody in the room as I posted up like a thumb tack on the wall right where the door would open when someone walked in. Little did I realize or think I would be posted at tak's corner at the garfield inn motel room 309 about a year and some change from now. It was sort of a comedy as people would enter and they would almost smash me with door they would say something like "oh my bad" or

"sorry about that" or " to watch out for the door"

but I would tell them "good looking out it's okay bro" because the door was not smashing me. So as I stood there chilling for about a hour or more looking like I was playing gee I love to get smashed by the door my trans unit arrived it was two black brothers from the el monte parole station. As I was exiting the parole office I told everybody to have a good one and they told me alright you too then we bounced. I hopped in the white trans car and the two parole officers were bumping sirius xm as we chopped it up about some thangs. One of the

parole officer told me he went by my families house on bleakwood to see if it was suitable for me to live there? I told him yeah I remember my mom telling me about this when I talked to her on the phone. We drove down the 101 through el rio, oxnard, camarillo, newbury park, thousand oaks, agoura hills, and then when we hit calabasas I felt like tupac out on bail fresh out of jail california dreaming. As we drove pass woodland hills, reseda, encino, and van nuys already feeling a bad vibe because this is where the dirty dozen or many of the defectors from the hood are from. As we dipped through valley village, burbank, hollywood hills, and universal studios area I didn't really think this is where my future baby mama's that I would be sending all those big face 100 kites or love letters lived at? As we passed universal studio's I remember meeting fred savage of the wonder year's in the early 90's here and then I though of "boy meets world" or me about to touchdown back in the real world east l.a aldergate belvedere. Not realizing that i'd be coming up

short like the short asian guy on 2 broke girls a.k.a my 2 broke girls plus some more broke hoes with there trifling ways. Or shrinking like howie mandel in little monsters with no beach run at the end of the movie for being a nice ass pimp not a gorilla one. Although a nigga can't complain about the bobby's world on marley with my jamaican big booty hoes or the deal or no deal where the cases only contain a mill ticket like a never ending meal ticket I fed them everyday while laughing at claudia jordan(inside joke). Then me and the parole officers started to talk about how the asian gangs and gangs in general are way more cooler with each other on the streets now. They told me that the asian boyz and the wah chings are doing crimes together like white collar or blue collar non violent money schemes. I was telling them i'm already knowing about the asian boyz crips and wah chings being cool because I was one of the main heads who called for a peace treaty amongst us while I was locked up in salinas valley state prison. I also told them that many asian boyz and wah ching have

family ties within the ranks or within the hood which is why we decided to call a truce. Basically the p.o's confirmed with me that they were up on game about this since they work out of the el monte parole office and deal with all kinds of gangs in the area. We got to the el monte parole office on baldwin ave and I said to myself ba like baah yoshi home time to nba roll. As we walked in through the side door we entered a hallway area with some offices and they introduced me to my parole officer a mexican older guy. We exchanged greetings and I told the two black p.o's the trans unit good looking and thanks for the ride they said basically alright no problem i'll see around I basically said okay cool 100. My mexican p.o escorted me to another office down the hallway which was my doctors office who was a white lady.

As she introduced herself to me I sat to talk to her for a while as she explained to me what I was expected to do as her out patient. After talking to her I was then brought to my mexican p.o's office where we talked about the basic parole conditions

the do's and don'ts required by every parolee. I was relieved because I could drink but was required to give a piss test at random at any given time. This is when my p.o had me take a piss sample in a cup which I did gladly because I knew I was clean after sweating out all the drugs in gym class in ash scoreboard me 100 the violators a big fat zero. Then my p.o told me I pissed test was clean and he asked me about any tattoo's I had so he could take pictures. I told him I don't have any tattoo's as I was trying to pull my left sleeve of my t-shirt down to cover the blue crip in lower case old english letters on my left forearm with the ab tattoo right above it. My p.o gave me a look like I don't give a fucc I know about your tats and past gang info as he said okay as he told me we were ready for me to call my parents to scoop me up. We went into his office and I told my p.o my parents phone number he dialed it and spoke to my dad I believe and told him that they could pick me up at the el monte parole office. I talked to my mom and dad briefly on the phone and told them

i'll see you in a little while. As I went back to the parole office lobby to wait for my fam to scoop me up I talked to everybody who was in the lobby right by the front glass doors as I waited. Then I told everybody have a good one and they said okay you too as I went outside to wait for my parents to arrive. I was looking at the freeway thinking this is the real free way as I reminisced about all the times I drove my g-rides down this very same freeway so many times in the 90's. The real freeway because of the free way I aquired the stolen cars around 8 at least in a period of around 4 months in 1997. Then out the corner of my eye I seen my mom and dad walking towards me as I greeted them with a big hug and felt good to see them as a free ninja. Then my p.o came out to introduce himself and greet my parents as they exchanged salutations. We said our goodbyes and walked to my mom's black lexus gold 330 and we got in. I told my parents that it was good to finally be free and that I liked the 330 lexus which was semi brand new. My mom told me it was her second

lexus and that my gmoms had helped pay for some of it since she drives my gmom around especially to the store. We rolled down baldwin ave right pass the denny's that I would later at another parole office trip be going into and drove pass the bus stops with some pedstrians we said what's up to each other. My mom was driving as we continued up south baldwin ave and made a left turn on huntington dr. Which is our street connected to muscatel ave. As we made the left we hit the westfield santa anita mall with the big trees on the green grassy island on the right. I remember walking down this street many times when I used to live on muscatel ave and elm ave back in the 90's. I was thinking to myself mang these colorful trees got so big in the hood? Good thing me and my boyz used to be on that arboretum clicked up with norman's nursery type of planting, cloning, and darwin graphing at a early age oopps. Shoutouts to high times magazine and cannabis magazine that were at tower records on south atlantic blvd and west first street they put us up on pure game on

how to grow. Also can't forget about sound of music on whittier blvd in east l.a thanks for all the weed supplies I used to walk down the bleakwood alley from brooklyn ave just to purchase there goods and sometimes I would drive my g-rides over there too real cool hente over there. I remember I used to come back from the dope houses with so much drugs I had the whole hood in one big hotbox as I blew the smoke out the windows. I had ninjaz in real bad shape good thang for the super cops, the cholo's, and the ice agents that used to chase ninjaz all around the hood. I had the ghetto birds swerving real crazy looking like the flying el pollo loco and foster's freeze blizzard if I was smoking some primo's or 8-balls of coke with swisher sweets. I used to g-swag surf on the avalanche way like the quicksilver surfer if you needed some dope i'd be there in a minute if you had it like that real talk. We were the toucan kiwa brooklyn true blue express this is when they used to still do drive bys in the hood and didn't have to get out the car the reason why I say true blue cuz ninjaz will deliver

rain, summer, spring, sleet, missle drizzle, scud snow, or fall. As me and my fam rolled pass south goldenwest, sunset blvd, california ave, on both sides it reminded me of our weekly trips to silverlake, echo park, angelino heights, chinatown, south los feliz, franklin hills, etc. To play our basketball games at marshall high, fairfax high, and to practice cyc basketball at thomas starr king on fountain and hyperion aves at sunset plaza. We used to also play our games at ascot hills park woodrow wilson high on the hill in el sereno where the kill at will and total madness crews hit up at.

We also used to have basketball practice at schurr high, barnes park, garfield high, and we played games all over l.a county at rosevelt high, 3rd street basketball gym across from griffith middle school, compton high, long beach poly high, gardena high, mark kepple high, bell gardens high, alpine park, inglewood high, lynwood, and many other cities. As me and my fam passed south san gabriel blvd right next to lombardy rd. And place I remember back in 1994 hearing about the ws asian

boyz insanity chinatown l.a clicc shooting up a san marino wah ching party with a lot of guns and a ak-47 rifle. I had just talked to the ak-47 rifle toting ninja at csp-sac level 4 b-yard some months back when I paroled from b-yard. As I look out my window in the backyard you can see la presa dr., south san gabriel blvd, california ave, mt.wilson, sunnyslopes dr., and you can see the big trees around lombardy rd. And place. Me and my families street muscatel ave turns into madre st. Which is lombardy rd. I love looking at these sunset sherberts with a splash of purple diamond in the backyard. It reminds me of the good times when I used to here when I was young before and after I got kicked out of pre school alpha shen on moore ave in monterey park. It reminds me of my grandpa who taught me how to cook fish, vegtable stew with the vegtables from his garden, and he taught me how to make umaboshi with the peaches from our backyard on the lower eastside of l.a my grandpa would make us big jars of umaboshi and we would keep it in the fridge. When I was younger I

used to go with my grandpa on his gardening route all around east pasadena, arcadia, san marino, sierra madre, san gabriel, temple city, etc. I would help him collect the grass or leaves. I got my first expensive bike besides the red hondo electronic 3

wheel motorcycle my mom and dad bought me when I was around 4 years old from my grandpas gardening route customer it was a gray diamond back mountain bike. Whoever gave my grandpa who gave me that diamond back thank you I had so much fun riding it in east l.a when I was younger.

When I see vivid cloud nine spectral scenes collaging with the colors on the skies menu today I sometimes see past crimes this is when the sunset looks like o.g madman kush the insane orange twisted christmas trees. I remember being in the backyard playing monsters which were the telephone poles, power lines, and power transmitters that look so much friendlier now. I would play with the tonka trucks in the dirt in the garden and sometimes I would cut up the green tomatoe bug catapillars like green magic blunts

that never got it's butterfly wings. I would also use a vial to collect the red army ants from the anthill next to the wooden fence with a trim nail clippers. Sometimes the red army ants got cut in half so they were half stepping as I lead them into battle in my dad's uncle milton green ant farm. I would bring them home from muscatel ave to bleakwood and then we would throw them in the uncle milton antfarm to battle to the death. Those red army colny battles reminded me when me and my dad used to play battle chess royale in 3-d on the p.c pentium. The red army ant battles would last for a while with sometimes the ants would cut each other in half or they were already cut in half thanks to my careless trim nail clipper clippings.

Sometimes they used to do it like the queen of hearts off with they head and the red ants like the red battle chess pieces would decapitate the enemy or other side. It reminds me of so many cowards who misjudged and tried to play me at a half flag just so I could lower and take there flag from them. I never got a thrill from showing them

i'm uncle milton you the half stepping red ant don't ever mess with the king of hearts the real dragon head unless you wanna get burned from the toe up.

My main advice to people is respect your mind and read a lot of books this is how I got smart which enables me to freestyle like a savant. When I say respect your mind don't pollute it with hard drugs that will eat away at your brain like acid to a battery basically keep your mind charged up with good energy delete the bad. You do this by also drinking a lot of water to flush out the negative chi energy that is building up in your body on the daily.

Also by eating healthy, working out all the time, self meditation, stretching, doing something constructive like artwork or writing a song, poem, book, or maybe a movie script, for example. My sound advice is to stay in your zone of comfort but don't be afraid to leave it or venture out from it from time to time when you need to achieve a certain primary goal or task. But always try to surround yourself with a safe comfortable enviorment that you wouldn't mind doing a long

prison type of sentence in. Just try to concentrate on the bare necessities don't overspend your money put it in a savings account with the best apr you can find possible. My advice is different savings accounts with annual or monthly fees differ from individual basis per person with whatever there daily needs or yearly accomodations are. So basically you need to pick the best savings account program with the best incentives, and rewards that suit your everyday living standards. I know a lot about banking, finance, business, digital marketing, e-commerce, business management, project management, money investment, real estate, legal law litigation, etc.

Because I had to basically finish high school twice I graduated from penn foster, I have numerous certifications in numerous fields, i'm a certified cook/chef, and i'm still currently enrolled in college online right now. I learned how to swim with the sharks on atlantic blvd and the green island brooklyn ave not sink thanks to the hard knocc school of the city of atlantis. Even before I

started gang banging I would be dressed in my colorful j.c penny's revolve gear, miller's outpost, t&c surf, nike, maui and sons, pacific sun, reebok, vans, body glove, russell, stafford, adidas, stussy, cavaricci, rusty, red sand, billabong, mossimo, quiksilver, levi's, gotcha, tagging and doing dirt. I used to be mobbing on the block everyday geed up from the feet up in my nike cortez with the bunny ears, blue chucks with the fat blue laces, nike airmax uptempo's, frisco ben county's, ben davis, solo's, old navy, anchor blue wide legs and beyond baggy jeans, etc. I used to catch the rtd bus right on the green island in front of elac down brooklyn and broadway streets to the santee alley to buy a lot of my clothes and also I used to take it to the montebello mall the 1.39 full ticket both ways round trip. I used to buy my clothes at the citadel, nike town in palm springs, champ's, foot locker, athletic express, the malls, and at the commerce center 5 and 2 men's wear. I started moving big keys of weed while I was going to macy intermediate middle school on wilcox ave and

elmgate. I for the chino's had the keys to the aldergate belvedere sequoia sections at a very early age because of my drug trafficing and heavy street rep with connections. This is why the abi peewees walked me into the hood in 1996 because they had much love and respect for me. I was born and raised on west ave, floral dr., hillside st, collegeview dr., collegian ave., first street, east 100 riggin street, east cesar chavez ave before known as brooklyn avenue, atlantic blvd, woods ave, bleakwood ave, vancouver ave, via corona, pomona blvd, 3rd street, dorner ave, roscommon ave, etc.

Which I helped secure for the original westside abi chinatown alpine l.a cliccs turf sidenote there was no westside abz monterey park side members around here that I could think of?. Back to me and my fam driving down huntington dr. We made a left on atlantic blvd right next to garfield ave and proceeded through alhambra. This reminded me of the times we used to go to sears off of commonwealth ave with the big t.v's on the top floor. One time I found a perfect brand new dollar

bill on the whitish tile floor when I was around 6

years old. I used to love to go to sears with my fam because it is a very big blue rubix cube looking building with many floors with the see thru escalator area where there is around 3 floors exposed in the middle. The 2115a sears addy reminds me of the 211 west ave brooklyn block in original east l.a it ain't no puzzle to figure this out.

As we drove down atlantic blvd we made our way pass the atlantic times square and amc little did I realize about 8 months later I would be walking all around this same area numerous times in my everyday hood journey's. As we drove down atlantic blvd back to some of the most familiar terrain to me due to it being one of me and my families main streets. It reminds me of when I used to go to the dollar show movies down the street where a vato had stabbed someone over there one time and threw the bloody knife on the roof on the movie theater where the monterey park p.d found it and arrested him. Some more good memories I have is going to the hughes

market down the street on the left side with my nana here and there across from the dojo one of my mark kepple friends dads owned. I also seen this same ninja in central juvenile hall in the gym and k-l he was in there for a mac 10 uzi and me when I seen him in k-l I chucked up ab to him. My friend was from a asian gang called playboy's who are crips I know many of the older o.g heads from here we used to kick it in the hood sometimes on hill dr. At the townhouses, ridgeside in luminaria hills, garvey ave, paramount blvd, around bradshawe and moore aves, etc. I used to have a girl from m.p her brother was from playboys back then I used to take my g-rides or walk to pronto's doughnut shop where he worked. We used to kick it this was one of my main spots I bought my newport cigarettes. Which was ironic cuz I would see my girl at mark kepple the next morning and she would always hit me up for some newport's her and another asian freak who looked 100 too. The way they was on my chempole I used to give them the menthol 100 king's but they sho wasn't the soft

packs. It seemed like I was feeding it to them by the carton load the way they were jocking & turned into my balls carts on 100 cuz of the way they was riding my saucy white ufo like hillview ave, zaring, gleason, so it seemed from the first street on abi like atlantic blvd and the island's. I used to take my girl in my g-ride to luminaria hills-sequoia park & the garden's the nachi's we would practice driving all around here. Sometimes we would chill at a mutual friend's house on solar dr.

And post up in the shady spot under the big trees and smoke. This is the same thing I loved to do on the other side of atlantic the starbird-south bradshawe ave-divine dr.-almora street side right at the top of the hill I would get high off some red hairs(similar to poison durban, cherry kush, red diamond, strains) that I just picked up at one of the dope houses I used to be at on garfield ave. I would be walking home down west elmgate street to findley ave, or to mc pherrin ave this is where things would get very dark because there were many big trees on this street like zelda's link to

the past light world magic mirror to the dark world or my gold bird compact my auntie agnes from boyle heights gave me that I kept in my pocket while mobbing to see who was behind me. This I call my hachiman dove or my bluejay or bluebird good watch out or third eye in the sky like peck rd.

Park to big green yoshi of whittier narrows. Almora street has very big trees in the hood I used to be around here with very big trees in my pockets and black jansport backpack as I would post at the metal short fence on west almora st and south bradshawe ave and look at the white dome rooftops of atlantic square, atlantic garden's, prado center, and at tiny nailor's big windmill now a carrow's and blow big halo's sonic with the crystalized kaotik emerald bud sacs. Me and my dad used to always eat at ihop the old one on first street that looks like tiny nailor's they both have the a shaped roof design with the teal light blue designs. My dad drive from department of water and power in downtown l.a and would pull me out of robert hill lane elementary school at lunchtime and