Part 1
Hello brothers and sisters I thank you for coming to read my autobiography put together from memoirs I have from the last six years of my life. I would encourage all of you to do the same seeing as we are all getting a bit older and tomorrow is not guaranteed to any of us. I had a friend pass away from a massive heart attack at the tender age of 35. Keeping memoirs of your life is a way for you to live on. Well, there is a lot to say just don’t know where to start so I guess I will start off from the beginning. January 2007 is a month that I will never forget. How could I, I had just been released from jail. After spending 8 months in county including Thanksgiving and Christmas I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get out. January 17th to be exact. It was wonderful being out. Saw my friends and family that night. When I awoke I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. As I tell you my story please be prepared that some of the things that I will say in here will not be told in a PG fashion. It wouldn’t be my story if it was. So when I got out of jail my sentence was 4yrs adjudication probation, which simply means its supposed to come off my record if I can complete all the requirements and stipulations the state has mandated I do. So right before they release me I put a transfer in to complete my probation in Dallas County rather than Tarrant County. I didn’t know what or how this actually worked. So let me tell you. When you put in a transfer to another county it gives you 3-4 months of excessive partying time because that’s how long it takes for them to complete the necessary paperwork. How stupid is that? Really stupid for a guy addicted to drugs, which I wasn’t or at least I thought I wasn’t. Very sweet though for a guy who likes to party which I was. I couldn’t believe I was gonna be on the streets unsupervised for 3-4 months before I have to go in and actually start reporting. So anyway before I went into jail I fancied a particular drug called “ice”. All this is, is a fancy name for what is known as “Meth”, or Methamphetamines. I loved smoking this shit, it fucken turned me into Superman. I had seen a couple of my friends get all dope fucked and shit but that would never be me because I had my shit together. Right? Wrong! If you ever hear a dopehead say he has his shit together can you call me over because I love a good fucking joke, and I love to laugh and obviously hearing this would make me spit my fucking beer out my mouth. So sometime in January 2007 my friends took me out and they were now running meth. I saw the bitches and the cash and the amount of meth they were smoking and thought, Holy fucking shit!!! I was fresh out of jail so still had a good head on my shoulders and didn’t touch the shit. I felt really good about myself not touching it that I thought to myself this shit is going to be easy to stay away from. Towards the end of February 2007 I was with my buddy and still hadnt gotten any pussy. I was sick of rubbing one off every night and I wanted the real deal Holyfield. Before we went out I finally took the glass pipe, which is referred to as the glass dick in the drug world, and took the biggest fucking hit the DFW Metroplex has ever fucking seen I shit you not!!! Goddamn, that made my fucking dick hard, hell yeah!! I felt sorry for the first bitch I got ahold of because I was gonna lay the pipe down on that ass, or cum on contact. I met a girl that night. Typical me I forgot her name but she was a cutie. Or maybe I just thought that because I was locked up with vatos for 8 months and I saw the beauty in everyone. Hell Roseanne Barr could of been the girl and I would of thought she was fine. So my buddy and I take them to a hotel. I hear aahh, aahh, aahh, aahh and looked out the covers and my buddy is wasting no time fucking the punani!!! So hell I take his que and start hammering this nameless bitch and RICOLAAAAAAAAAAAA!!, I bust a nut in 2-3 minutes. Hell yeah my first nut. I didn’t care it took only minutes it was good to know my shit still worked and wasn’t broken. So believe this or not the nameless bitch wants to see me again. I thought wow for being rusty I threw what my friends and I refer to as “The Whip Appeal” on that ass. So I bang this chick for a few weeks and the machine starts to return to top form, to what I call as being “The machine was well oiled.” So my buddy enjoys me hanging around because I can pull the hoes and two because I am also pretty handy with my fists. We were in Dallas at a dart tournament and my buddy pulls over at this taco stand, pulls out his wad to pay for the tacos while I stay in the truck keeping an eye on him. What I saw was crazy, I saw this black dude approaching from his side and it looks to me as if they are arguing. I start to get antsy and in one motion get out the truck, shut the door, walk over to this brotha, and 2-piece his ass where he was on the ground looking up dazed, confused, and fucking bloody. It was the shit(the meth), I told you it made me feel like Superman, but it also gives you hallucinations and what not because you stay up all the time. My buddy immediately starts laughing and asks, what did you do that for? To which I responded, I saw him sneak up on you and he was trying to take your cash flow my nigga…to which my buddy let out another chuckle and said Abe, you on it son, he was asking me if I was from a certain town I can’t recall because he said I look familiar and you come out of nowhere and 2-piece him. That was crazy I picked the dude up my buddy bought him a couple tacos and we got the hell out of there and driving home we were laughing like hell over this which is what dopeheads do, they don’t really see the damage and pain they inflict on others because they are so far removed from reality that they feel no pain or remorse. So lets fast forward to May 2007. I grew tired of the nameless bitch I was banging and in the short time began to bang 3 or 4 other bitches but never fear I always wore a raincoat. Yes one thing I always believed in was safe sex. So in May of 2007 I am at Clicks and see 2 girls at the bar. I don’t really know what it is about us Esparza men but we can start a conversation with anybody and a more scarier thought we are not intimidated by anyone. I think when Beto Esparza is your dad fuck that’s the only motherfucker you will always be scared of cause that fool did not play. Him being my father has helped me all throughout my life. A few times when my buddies told me of dudes they were scared of and I always wondered why the hell are they scared of that dude, fuck he didn’t have a belt in his hand screaming I told you and I told you like Big B used to do. Big B when upset put the fear of god into any man and Big B wherever you are I love you man. Thank you for showing me how to live, as far as living and integrating partying into your life. You will always be my best friend Big B. Ok now where was I, yes back to these two girls. As I am shooting the shit with these beautiful vixens my buddy comes in and talks to them and I am like what the hell he already knows them, SWEET!! So he looks at me and says come on. We leave and go to the dopehouse. My buddy sells them a little shit and breaks out his own dope and we start getting high. Man I loved getting high with females because meth makes you fucking horny. I am talking about purple head fucking horny. Anyway we are shooting the shit and my buddy says Abe that girl that came with my girl is sweet on you. I look at her and think hell muthafucking yeah!!! I get to talking with her and whispering little sweet nothings into her ear and occasionally throwing that, “damn girl mmmmm u looking fine tonight” bullshit on her. Daddy(me) starts throwing the charm on her real quick and in no time at all threw “The Whip Appeal” on this girl. I stay at her house and as her kids are walking in the front door to her house at 6:30am in the morning, I am putting my clothes on and walking out the back door. I know SMOOOOOOVE!!! Oh by the way, you may know this girl…her God given name being Karessa but who I simply begin to call Kay. In the beginning of our relationship she was a great party girl, one who I really thought to myself would never actually start dating seriously, but loved to get high with and give her verga-zazos all night. She also to me began to get a little stale after about a month and could and would con me over to her house by buying a shitload of dope. I still grew tired of her and eventually did stop seeing her despite any amount of dope she bought. Apparently at that time I wasn’t the only dude throwing the whip appeal on Kay. She was having unprotected sex with some other vato and eventually caught an STD from him. She called me and said I might have to go get checked because it could have been me who gave her The Clap. I said bitch get real, I wore a fucking glove as I always do so don’t come at me with that BS cause you know I didn’t give, or get anything from you cause I believe in safe sex. My belief in safe sex saved me from what could have been an embarrassing situation. Never the less we argued and I told the bitch I never wanted to see her again and in typical Kay fashion with her country ass she said “YOU AIN’T ALL THAT ANYWAY!! That made me chuckle and I thought this bitch, and hung up the phone. Around this time probation called me to go report. So finally in June 2007 I had to report. So I actually got 5 months free from the transfer I put in and to me it was a 5month long fucking party I just had. So I had been on probation before and always tested positive the first time I had to pee which when your on probation that’s not good at all. When you test positive on your first drug test all you do is fuck yourself because they will check you every time after that. So I stopped using for awhile. One week to be exact. When I went in I met my Probation Officer(PO) and he was a fucking major dick. Fuck I got four years of this bullshit. FML!! Anyhow he made me piss and when you pee he goes in there with you, looks at your dick, and waits to see the stream come out of your one eye. I thought this motherfucker has to be gay looking at dick all day. Fucking Perv!! So the results wouldn’t be in until next month when I have to report. I am always a little anxious going back in because of my drug use. I wish I had never started doing drugs. I hope and pray my kids never do drugs or even drink for that matter because alcohol is first, which leads to pot, which leads to cocaine, which leads to meth, heroin, cheese, or crack. I believe that. That sequence is true for everyone, everyone except for my brother Anthony whose drug of choice was just beer, beer, beer and more beer. He often wondered if it was beer-thirty yet? I mention Antone because he never started pot or cocaine to go up the sequence ladder, but what he did do was fucking beautiful. Pinche Cho always FOUND cocaine. I shit you not. Fucker would be pissing and look down and see a bag of coke. Walking through the park flying a kite and out of nowhere the wind blows a bag of coke right by him. I loved when he would find it, cause my partying was free that night. Thanks Antone, which by the way have you found anything recently?….LMAO! So anyway I go back in the next month and to my surprise my dickhead PO has been transferred and I have a new PO. His name is Mr. Adamson. Halleluia, Halleluia!!! He is green, brand spanking new. What a fucking breeze this is gonna be. My first thought is to find out everything I can about him. I find out he loves Alabama Crimson Tide. He loves baseball, and hockey. OMG, basically he loves sports. C’mon brothers and sisters who do you guys know that loves sports more than me? Personally I don’t know anyone. We end our first sitdown by him telling me I passed my drug test. Oh yeah I knew I would, drugs have ruined my life and I hate them so much because I have lost a lot because of them, I tell him….lmao. yeah right, all I had to do was say what he wanted to hear and we were instant buddies. Little did he know I had some dope and my pipe in the truck and was about to get fucked up. Adamson, he is in my opinion gonna be a hell of a Probation Officer, but he needs a little experience and since I was a bit older than he was, jedi mind fucked him everytime I went in for probation. Ha!, take that up your ass the State of Texas, cause this time I was gonna fuck the system!!! And I did!! Don’t get me wrong there were some close calls but I was high from the beginning of probation Jan 2007 till I completed it in January 2011. Sometimes even reporting high cause Mr. Adamson was a fucking joke for my experience. I got my completion papers which said Abraham Esparza Sr. is no longer a drug threat to society and has completed and paid for all fines as mandated by Dallas County in association with Tarrant County and The State of Texas. HaHa fuk you putos, I beat yall this time. Let the party begin!! So back to August 2007. After I hung up on Kay, I started my quest for another puta. As you can see dope and girls go hand in hand. August turns to September and September turns to October. This whole time guess who will not stop calling daddy(me). You might know her. Her god given name being Karessa who I simply call Kay. Yep that’s right. Kay, the same country hillbilly fuck who said “YOU AIN’T ALL THAT ANYWAY!! She is calling me relentlessly. I never answer the phone or answer her texts back because at this point am grossed out at the thought of her STD infected pussy. My cell phone is a piece of shit at this time and Tish gives me a cell phone of hers to use that looks like a fucking airplane cockpit. There are like 3,752 buttons on this goddamn thing and one of the options on it was any button answer. I thought sweet now I can just push any button when I am fumbling around for my phone. WRONG! Someone calls me one morning and I am asleep and I grab the phone to see who it is only to realize I pushed a fucken button and its already answered and I cant see the number of who is calling me. All I can see is the timer on the phone call changing from :01, :02, :03, meaning it’s a live call. Fuck me! I take a chance and put my ear to phone and say hello. The voice on the other end said Thank god its about time you answered. Fuck my life! I recognized that country hillbilly ass girls voice anywhere. You might know her. Her god given name being Karessa who I simply call Kay. So I talk to her and she starts telling me how much she loves me and misses me. I am amused by these comments yet something happens while I am on the phone with her. She asks me to give her one chance and in all honesty I just love her persistence and forget about her STD infected pussy. She asks to take me out all on her and so I say the unthinkable. I say ok dude, now let me get the fuck back to sleep. So I go over to her house that night leaving my condoms at home because Im thinking I am just gonna use this bitch for the dope. Something magical happens that night, I actually have a great time with her and we never go out but just stay there and laugh and enjoy each others company. It comes time where I have to be at work in a couple hours and I am actually horny and so is she but I refuse to get started in the fuckfest because I have no condoms. This country ass country fuck pulls out a brand new box of condoms, I know it was new cause I took the plastic off and counted the condoms for good measure. She says I bought these for you. I am a bit leery and really want to say you didn’t buy them for me bitch, you bought them for you and whoever your fuking. But I didn’t and keep my mouth shut and guess what option I take. So I slap the raincoat on and fuck this girl silly even knowing of the past STD. Sidenote: Did I mention meth gets you fucking horny. Purple head on your chorizo horny. Basically meth gets you to make bad decisions. Oh what do you know 6:30am kids coming in like clockwork from their dads as I am in a race to put my chones on to get out the back door before they spot me. So over the next few weeks we do this often. Get high, enjoy each other, fuck, kids come home, Im out the back. She starts telling me I am the only one she is fucking. I don’t believe the bitch because in the meth world even your best friend turns into a fucking weirdo on the shit and starts to act weird and say stupid shit that you just can’t and won’t trust anyone. It just so happens she was telling me the truth. What happens next, I finally say yes to the country ass hillbilly ass bitch on being in a committed relationship. Oh by the way Tish, I blame this on you for giving me use of that G5 Gulfstream Leer Jet cockpit phone. Fucking buttons everywhere on that mutha fucka. So over the next few years I am dating Kay I still have my reservations about her. One, she is a fucking dope fucked bitch in my eyes. Two she had the STD to prove it. 2yrs go by before I even entertain the thought of fucking her without a jimmy hat. In the first three years Kay and I broke up about 552 times. Just kidding, it was a little more than that. To me she exhibits signs of being a dope addict. From the way she moves her jaw when she is on it to shit I just remembered, check this story out! One time we went to Antones and I took my Ipod. When we were leaving I put it in my backpack and zipped it up ready to go. Yes I was hammered but I definitely remembered putting it away so we could leave. The next morning I go to get it out of my backpack and cant find it. I go to the zippered pouch I know I put it in. Its not there. Holy shit, I throw everything out the fucking backpack. No Ipod. I call Anthony frantically looking for my Ipod. He does not find it anywhere. I am not gonna lie, I thought motherfucken Antone thinks my Ipod is a bag of coke he found. Now how can he just snag me like that when he has money and I don’t have shit. So anyway I just chalk it up as a loss. A year later I am looking for something cause I am fucking high and when you are fucking high you are a very methodical motherfucker. One day you can wake up and hit some shit and say I feel like doing something. So you go to the hardware store and buy a bucket of paint and fucking paint your whole fucking house, the neighbors house, and fix the plumbing you been meaning to fix for 3 months but never got around to, as well as mow, edge, and chop down 2 fucking giant trees in the yard and plant a rosebush. No fucking lie, how in the hell do you guys think I did the hallway, the baseboards, the molding, and the fucking music room in like two fucken days. Because I was on it!!! Yes I was. Anytime there was a project to do, I enjoyed it. I remember Susan telling me once damn Abe you have a lot of patience to do a certain job, which I forgot what I was doing but it entailed going through a million small pieces. Well Susan, I am a very impatient motherfucker. On the shit though, I could of probably negotiated Pakistan to hand over Osama Bin Laden because I could talk all day and was gonna be up for awhile and really time was a non-issue. All I had was time. Shoot, so yes back to the story, I was looking for something and was being very methodical and patient looking through jacket pockets and what not and guess what?…I come across my damn Ipod. So lets run through this again. Kay watches me freak out over my missing Ipod, sees me call my brother, watches me go outside and look in the lawn for hours for it, sees me very disgusted and heartbroken over what I was chalking up to a lost Ipod that I distinctly remember putting away. On top of that she was there for the countless hours of me downloading music onto it and just the very anal way of me going about my music and how organized it was kept to just knowing my love for music in general. And to think she took it out that night and hid it on me, let me know right then and there how vindictive she could be. The nerve of her acting as if she did not know where it was. The nerve of her asking if I was sure I had it when we left. The nerve of her putting in my head maybe someone at Anthonys stole it, when I was saying my goodbyes and had left my backpack at the bottom of the staircase. Even corroborating a story that went something to this effect: maybe it fell out in the yard and its gone by now because somebody walked by and found it. Yeah you found it bitch!! These were just isolated incidents but in the next years to come more of them happened. Overall the first 3 years of Kays and my relationship the times we had were the best time of my life with her. I could tell she cared for me by the way she showed me. I on the other hand never really thought I loved her or even wanted to love her. I don’t know, I guess I really never gave a thought that she would be someone I would like to grow old with. I know that’s pretty shitty of me to say, but I don’t like to lie. I guess sometimes the truth does hurt. This all changed on a rainy night in March 2010. Kay and I were doing our thing. Getting high as a kite. Through all of this getting high we had gotten pretty close and made a promise to each other that we would never get high without one another. That was a damn good deal for her because she knew how much of a horn dog it made me. She came up with this because she is a very insecure woman because of the fact her ugly ass ex-husband cheated on her. When I first saw a picture of that motherfucker, I was like damnit Kay, what the fuck were you on when you met this guy man? Your fucking ex-husband is probably one of the ugliest motherfucking people I have ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes on. What so sick about it is when I saw him in person the fucker was even more uglier than he was in the picture. Everytime I saw that dude I was like “Doh”. He was a brutal sight. It was like watching a horror story. Ok sorry guys back to the story of all stories. So I am chilling and we get into an argument. Well this was our 3rd year being together and I swear, I had just about had enough of her shit and I told her that night I was leaving her. She fucken cried all night and I couldn’t really make out what she was saying but it went something like this, Pleassseeeee Abeeeeeeee, d-d-don’tttttt leaveeeeeeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeee pleaseeeeeeeeee. IIIIIIIIIIII will dieeeeeeeee w-w-withhhhhhhhhhhhout youuuuuuuuuu. I had made up my mind already so I was looking for my dope which she had put away in her purse. I darted to the purse as did she and being the all american sprinter that I was beat her to the purse. I’ll be damned tho if she didn’t get her paws on it and had a death grip around the handle. What was about to happen next, changed my life forever. As I pulled the purse, she also was pulling and because I am stronger I heard the worst sound that I have ever heard in my life followed by a window breaking blood curling scream that I am ashamed to say I helped cause. Snap was the sound I heard and knew right away when Kay screamed bloody murder, we together just snapped her humerus bone in two. I had never been one of the main reasons that someone was actually in severe physical pain. I felt bad and to think I was gonna leave her made me feel like shit. I wanted to call an ambulance but she said no. She asked me to drive her to the emergency and on the way every bump, pothole, and city titty I ran over caused the most horrific screams I have ever heard a human being make. It was pouring and visibility was about 10 feet. By the time we made it to the emergency Kay had rehearsed a story she made up in the short drive to hospital but seemed like hours that she had made up in her head that we were to tell family members on both sides. I felt that I was the cause for it but looking back we were both equally at fault for breaking her arm but when you delve a little deeper the real culprit of this whole ordeal was the dope. We were in a game of tug the purse and the winner got the dope. I have a hard time rehashing this story and the events that led up to her arm being broken. Harder time actually explaining it. We didn’t even think about the impact a broken arm meant to her until Kay realized that she was a hairstylist and needed her arm. Fuck what was she gonna do. It wasn’t much of a debate for me. Since I had a hand in it I did the right thing and took care of Kay. This was the first time in my life I felt real love. This is the point where I began to see Kay as my wife, as the love of my life, the step mother to my children. In my opinion in a relationship whether you are married or engaged or just committed to each other there are many times someone wants to just run away because that would be the easiest solution and it happens quite often. Just look at our divorce rate. The reason you don’t though is because when you see the other person, just the sight of their face and the deep love you have for them makes you stay and fight whatever fight needs to be fought. I saw Kay in a totally different light at this point. I loved her, there was no question, and from here on out I gave Kay my heart and my life. I was her lover, protector, and most of all her best friend. Kay was gonna be out for 2 months. So I gave her $400 a week for those 2months and if you are counting at home, that’s $3200 in all over 2 months. I did that because she, and her children needed me. I accepted the challenge even taking on responsibilities around their household. I did their laundry, I washed their dishes, I got up every morning and took as well as picked up her kids from school. I gave Kay showers and put her clothes on and even cleaned her for the first few days when she went to the bathroom. Its funny, how in a situation like this, its not even gross. Its your partner and you love them. And like I mentioned earlier, I stepped up and led Kays family through this. We were now a family and I was elated to feel the love of a family again, to again have my very own little family. Whewww!!! Yes we got through that one ok. After this incident I kept on telling Kay to quit everything and then we would just work on me together. I had a healthy respect for her and she did for me. Kay actually stopped smoking the shit and cigarettes for about a month after this. The doctors told her that her smoking habit made her bones brittle. She was doing fine till one day I went to work and she was not allowed to drive but she drove to the damn store anyway and bought cigarettes. I knew it because the house smelt like a cantina when I got home. I asked how’d u get smokes, and Kay responded, I drove. Wow? She could of done it there but it was to much for her staying at home for 2 months straight. If anyone knows Kay, she is definitely a go getter. One of the oddest things I found out about Kay was that she started smoking at the age of 35. To me you make it that far, why pick up that bad habit then? Kay Kay shame on you for developing that bad habit so late. Right after her broken arm though, I actually got worse doing meth. I got worse for 2 reasons. One I smoked the shit all by myself and Kay didn’t have any of it. It sure was nice Knowing that I could come home and Kay hadn’t smoked all my shit. And secondly because I had more responsibility I needed more energy. If you ever need a boost of energy do some meth, you will go non-stop all day long sleep for an hour and feel as if you got a full eight hours and go all day the next day as well. Eventually though Kay could not stay away from the dope and we hit shit the next year at least once a week, if not the whole week. Funny thing though when you are an addict, 90% of addicts lose weight. Not me, I was becoming a fatass. Go figure! During this year the meth makers finally started producing mass quantities of cut shit. It pissed me off because Meth was one of the only drugs that you could buy a 20 and skitz off of that all night and be good. So once they learned how to cut it, everytime you bought some, it was a 50/50 crapshoot if it was gonna be shit or muthafuken Gold homeboys. Me though, I am mutha fuken Abraham Esparza Sr. my brothers and sisters. I’m Beto’s kid, remember. I didn’t care who sold it to me if it was bad, I went to your fuken house and told you that you just sold me some bullshit and you were gonna get me more or shit, I really don’t know what the second option was in the ultimatum I was giving. Never got to that part. I had respect around these parts and used every bit of it to the fullest. I never let Kay go with me to go get the shit for the most part. I had been in trouble before, and I always protected my beautiful sweet Kay. One time we were really high on Meth and my buddy JM and his wife started arguing loud in Kays house. I told them to quiet down. I said look guys, I could give two shits if you guys beat the fuk out of each other at home. But this is Kays house and its not gonna happen here. I guess they didn’t believe me because all of a sudden I hear a ruckus in the front yard. JM and his wife are being physical with each other. I grab JM because it looked like he was beating her ass. He really wasn’t but it could have escalated to that point but I stopped them just in time and in one smooth move threw him to the ground so his wife could hop in the truck and leave. She leaves and I turn around to pick up JM. I say man what the hell dude didn’t we talk about this. I never disrespect your house man. As I got him to his feet I turned around and started walking inside still voicing my displeasure to him. All of a sudden, “Boom” I felt a fist fly to the back of my head. Ohhhhhhh shitttttttttt, mother fucker goddamn! Did I just really get hit in the back of the head by my so called homeboy for breaking up a fight between him and his wife at my pad after they were warned? JM never knew what hit him. I beat and when I say beat, I mean I BEAT his ass to a bloody fucken pulp right there on the motherfucken street in front of Kays house only seconds after he threw a sucker punch at me. This time after I figured he had enough, I didn’t help him up and walked inside. I watched him struggle to his feet and thought, holy shit Batman, this fool looks like the Elephant Man. He started walking back to my door towards me and I was still outside in front of the front door and I could see he had his key through his finger like he was gonna punch me. I stood in front of him and said make a move? He didn’t do anything so after a couple minutes in his face I took one step back and opened the door, stepped inside and locked it with the quickness. He didn’t want none. I started getting calls from mutual friends saying he called them and they were at his house and they wanted to know why I used a pipe or bat on him? I said all I used was my fists. He sucker punched me in the back of the head when I was walking in after he disrespected my pad. 2 guys called me, and all both hung up after telling me, no shit, wow, I would of beat his ass too. Im not gonna lie I didn’t answer the phone on the first call from these 2 guys cause I thought these putos wanted petho. I did what I always did when I was a little spooked I called my brothers and told them what just happened? My brother Albert said it best. He said, “thanks for telling me that Abe because I could of seen JM and want to shake his hand and he just throw chingasos at me. Never really thought of it like that but a great point Big Bert. JM was a well known guy in GP and was known as a fighter. His fights usually ended quick, with him just annihalating someone. Funny thing is this fight of his ended quick also with his blood all over my shirt, and it looked like I didn’t fare to well in the fight. But I didn’t have one scratch. Crazy night. I do give him credit for one thing. We made up about a week later after he called me. He apologized for being an asshole. He told me he loved me and I said, hey man shut the fuck up and come over and drink a beer cabron. The fact that he made the call to me and apologized is what I give him credit for. We wouldn’t have ever had to worry about this though had he kept his cool. Till this day he is my friend, but I don’t exactly trust him. I wondered what Kay thought of all this noise? She was in the house scared shitless but when I walked in, she hugged me and checked for wounds and didn’t find any and said where did all this blood come from and I opened the door and pointed at JM and said “From JM’s face”. A few times after Kay broke her arm I was invited by my buddies to go out and hang 10. It was weird because I had no motivation or want to go anywhere. I was fine where I was at. I knew there was nothing better for me out there or that drinking and driving wasn’t gonna be the smartest move so I just stayed home with a certain someone. You might know her. Her God given name being Karessa who I simply called Kay. I had also started working with the Canos at this juncture and everything was going great until, yes I fucked up, a certain night in November 2010. I don’t know how the romance I had with a beautiful vixen that we will just call KBM started. All I know is that it happened and we met through FB. So I make up this fake Christmas party that the Canos were throwing for us. All along I had intentions of seeing KBM that night at a bar. She was gonna be there already and even though I had met her through FB in person she was more beautiful than her profile pic in person. I was instantly attracted, her being 6 years my elder and having beautiful blonde hair and a smoking body was all a poor mescan could ever want. The insane thing was that she was instantly attracted to me also. I always find it weird that when a guy has a girlfriend or wife how confident he is with other women than when he is newly single and just has no confidence whatsoever. Plus women are bitches, when they see a woman happy they want a piece of what that woman has. Dirty right? So we are having a great time, we leave the bar and hit another bar. We finally call it a night around 2am. I made up a Christmas party at this time for one huge reason. Mom was out of town and I had the whole house to myself. KBM mentioned to me when I walked to her car that she had to pee. We were off of 360 so I said I live right up the road. It was weird because she said ok lets go and lets hurry because I got to go. When we got to my house she ran straight to bathroom and did her duty. So I take KBM and show her the music room. She was very impressed with the pics and family history of pics I had up. She could tell I loved my family and women are attracted to that. She asked me if I could play her a song. I said sure so I started singing you’re my pretty baby from The Beatles. In the middle of the song I heard the front door close and immediately thought to myself, Oh my God, KBM had to pee so bad that my only concern was to get the door open and show her the bathroom that I forgot to shut the front door. Music room door pops open and guess who enters? You might know her, her God given name is Karessa and who I simply call Kay. Yes it was Kay and the first words out of her mouth were, “ Get That Bitch Out Of Here, NOWWW”, sent chills down my spine. I thought Kay was gonna beat the shit out of her and I stepped in front of her and walked her to the front door and said You get the fuck out Kay. I should of known she was gonna pull this because it went against everything she stood for. If I asked Kay to go out when she had her kids it was not only no but hell no. Well she had her kids and she comes over at 3am. She leaves them at home. Totally messed up but she caught me alright and red-handed at that. I kicked Kay out for 2 reasons, one she was the aggressor this night and two because it wasn’t KBM’s fault she was there, it was my fault. I told her I had no girlfriend. So for her to get her ass kicked over my lie didn’t sit well with me. So I felt totally horrible kicking the woman I loved very much out and keeping the woman who I lusted over inside. Kay called mom and all that right then and there, it was crazy. Kay leaves I tell her through text that I kept the girl in the house until she left and let her go home. Come on man, I went to the bathroom took a fuken huge hit and came out with an even more huge lie that Kay was my ex and she just couldn’t take no for an answer and she popped in the house because I left the door open. KBM bought it. She left at 10am the next morning and that’s when I contacted Kay. Kay told me She needed a little time to herself and she didn’t want to see me. I thought to myself, Am I dreaming or what?, Kay is not gonna let me have a week with this beautiful gorgeous woman is she? And that is exactly what happened, Kay ended up telling me to go back after a week and I had a wonderful week with KBM. KBM was more beautiful than Kay. KBM’s body was hotter than Kay’s. KBM in bed was wonderful! So you ask why didn’t I go with KBM instead of Kay? It’s because Kay had my heart at that time and KBM was an unknown. Most beautiful bitches of her stature are high maintenance…plus just as easily as she was mine, I could lose her the same way. I told her after a week because she lived in Grandbury that it was to far for me to drive. She was pissed at me. She couldn’t believe someone just ended it with her. I was esctatic, I had my Kay back and still went on a week long rendevouz with one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life and who started crying because I gave her the boot…I know smoooove!!! And I seriously think back to that day, my actions of kicking Kay out saved my relationship and was a brilliant move!!