My first ditching party| Cheetos and Colt 45 do not mix well.

When I was in at Belvedere Junior High School.

I was a really nerdy kid....I thought I would be a biologist when I grew up.

I was really good at math and science and felt that I would have no problem being a biologist....It was years and years of elementary that made me feel that I could be anything that I put my mind to.

I did not realize that reality is a whole different thing....I knew as I was on my way out of Junior High on my way To High School (Woodrow Wilson High School) that my dreams would not become a reality.

I knew that it would cost money and that my Mom would never be able to afford to pay for my education once I entered college...so I made the decision...No College...

No one in my family went past 1st or 2nd grade in Mexico, I knew that they stopped going to school because there was no money...and they had to work.

I had really good grades going into High School regardless of all the tardies and days that I missed in Junior High...I did not even go for the last quarter in Junior High school.

I entered Woodrow Wilson with really good grades...I , up to the 8th grade had never missed a day of school except for when I had an eye operation.

I met my friend Greg in Science class, I would help him whenever he had problems with our experiments or with the calculations needed for an exam.

I was trying to be good and stay in school, but one day my friend Greg asked me if I wanted to go to a ditching party....I said yes....we walked somewhere to El Sereno and picked up his friend Frank....We went to a liquor store and bought some colt 45's 40's cause they were on sale(it was so easy, my friends already knew where to go) and I bought a bag of cheetos.

We entered the ditching party and there was a punk band playing (in the middle of the day!)...I was nervous I had never been around this type of crowd before...I was a skater and that is who I hung out with...so I made a decision to down 2 36 oncers in a row after I ate a whole bag of cheetos....my friend and I did some shooters and I was having a great time....the band was playing.....people were forming a small pit in someones back yard.

Then all I remember is that the world started turning...I was in the pit....when all of a sudden people started looking at me funny....they kept asking me if I was sick and I told them I was fine...then all of a sudden......like in one of those movies.......I started projectile vomiting (I have not done that since that day) everyone got hit with Cheetos and Colt 45 and whatever else I drank before I went into that pit....

Everyone was looking at me.....My two friends picked me up and took me home....I don't remember how I made it home....I blanked out...I just remember holding onto my friends shoulders and they just kept telling me to keep walking...and I did....and we walked and walked and walked and I don't remember how I got home....last thing I remember is getting my docs off and going to sleep in my bed...I woke up the next day and my mom did not even notice that I came home drunk....

It was a very odd day....

After that I made a decision to keep ditching...was way too much fun...but no more cheetos and no more colt 45s or at least not combined...and not all at once....and never to let myself be in a situation I could not control. (Was lucky my friends were there to take me home that day)

Evilchavo Out.

Learning from my Dreams.

I have always been a dreamer.

When I was a kid , I would make it a point to pose my hands in a way in which it would influence my dream state....

(What I mean is)....that If I wanted to be a boxer in my dreams I would sleep with my fists clenched....if I wanted to be a soldier I would pose my hands as If I was carrying a gun.

It worked most of the time, I would be a boxer in my dreams and control them...I have always been able to control my dreams.

There was a time in my life, when all the friends disappeared and I just did not relate to anyone that I was around.

I needed change and fought so hard with myself in order to stay the same.

I had no one, at this time my mom and Stepdad would take my brother and go to Mexico for months at a time.

I was left alone to fend for myself.

I was in my late teens and ready to go.

I Started working for Thrifty the one off of Whittier Blvd (Next to the Commerce Movie Theatre) as an Ice Cream scooper and was making pretty good money by just working overtime on the weekends.

My hands got so beat up from the ice cream scooping and cold , because there was so much traffic, I did not really have a chance to take breaks or defrost the Ice Cream.

But it felt good to earn that dollar, go home at the end of my weekend and sleep.

Nice and tired , no one to bother me and no one to call me the devil (see evilchavo labeled post)

I would take the bus to work and back and during the week I would just sleep.

I was no longer drinking or partying so had alot of time to write and draw, Friends came around once in a while but always left cause I was just not fully there.

I would go Skating at night, down the hills of City Terrace....no one around....was awesome.

I ate what I bought on the way home and made for myself.

My StepGrandma would come around Twice a month and buy me a case of little juices,....the once that used to cost a .25 cents...the fruit punch or orange ones....and she would bring me a brick of cheese that her daughter would get for her and then she would leave.

I would just sleep all day and in dreams find peace and understanding.

My dreams would show me the way (Sounds weird to me now)

I would go to sleep....after watching tv or skating or drawing or writting or reading all night and .....when I would wake up I would write down my dreams...

Then I would go back to sleep....I would sleep for so many hours............wake up and read my dreams to see if I could understand them....

I finally just got rid of my dream book by burning it in a trash can because I was just wasting so much of my time in fantasy land.

I think I was depressed, but no one was around to be sad to....

I Learned alot those two years from my dreams, I learned that the only way to make them reality is to go out and make them happen......

I Learned that I was no longer a kid and needed to work for a living, I learned that whatever I wanted I had to get for myself.

I started forcing myself to go out , sometimes I would walk to Cal State to get the LA Weekly, sometimes I would just walk to Calvary, or to the City Terrace Library to read.

I Started going to the dollar Movie Theatre in Monterey park(No longer there) to kill time and to keep myself from staying at home and sleeping.

I Started going to Computer school and made a different set of friends, different enviroment....different Evilchavo.

I just needed to change and the timing was right so I did it.

Evilchavo Out.