I spent my formative years going between El Salvador, Los Angeles and Sacramento. I told my parents I would never go back to El Salvador when I turned 18. Here I am at 30, and I have yet to go back since I turned 18. I was born in Los Angeles, and spent time living in various parts: Inglewood, Crenshaw, Van Nuys, Reseda. I moved to Sacramento when I was 13 after my father had already moved here. I was living with my mom and it was great. I was a terror at school, and one day a teacher called to complain about me while my dad was visiting us in Los Angeles. The teacher had called while I went to take a shower. When I got out of the shower my parents made me pack my things and move.
I don't know how to swim. I can't see out of my right eye. My senior quote from high school was: "Trying is the first step towards failure", it's a Simpsons quote. I have been in two comas. I didn't know how to speak English until the 2nd grade. I don't know how to cook at all. I hate drinking water.