What I can tell you is I am from the island of Coronado, located just across the bay from San Diego California. Though I have not lived there for years, I am still well known as a trouble maker throughout my old stomping grounds. Should you ever visit the island or cross paths with my old friends I must urge you not to believe everything you hear, I'm actually a pretty decent guy, I've just made more mistakes than most.
San Diego is located just slightly north of Tijuana Mexico. Hop on the blue line trolley at 12th and imperial, keep an eye out for trolley cops (transit officers) and 20 minutes later you'll be crossing the border into Mexico. Where a wide range of vices become much more affordable and accessible. Needless to say I spent a great deal of time on the blue line trolley.
5 years and one prison sentence later I find myself in Arizona, attempting for the first time since perhaps very early childhood, to actually do my best in school. Drug dealers are typically not supposed to become students, excons are not supposed to become successful bloggers, but this won't be the first time in my life that I've been the exception to the standard box the world has tried to put me in.
| A days work. |
| Nolen with a fresh fade. |
