Wingtips, suits and the right gear for worklife

I learned from a very young age about the right gear to wear.

My mom dressed me up in suits until I was 4, crazy.

So as soon as I could dress myself I chose to wear jeans or when I got bigger cords and t-shirts.

Then Dickies, skate shirts, vans high tops and dickies jacket when dressed up.

As I got older I started wearing suits again.

It's funny how everything comes around full circle.

In my work life, I always wear the correct gear.

When I got my first job as an Ice Cream Scooper, I made my mom buy me a black suit from JC Penny ,white button up shirt from the clearance section and some wingtips from sears.

Cheap gear , nothing expensive....I was the only one at the interview with a suit.

I think I still have the suit and tie by the way.Needless to say, I got the Job, did not wear the suit for scooping Ice Cream just a white button up shirt with a tie and black dickies.

My second job, at Monterey Mall Cinemas in Monterey park ...went to the job interview in a suit....only one there with a suit and got the job.....

It has been the case for every job I have had, always getting better jobs always upgrading my gear.

Always working my ass off...always staying later that anyone else...always there no matter what...even if I hated the job.

Now being on time, thats a whole different story (Will write about that later) It is my one last things to fix....I just can't seem to get past the fact that I always end up 10-15 minutes later to jobs....there always seems to be something I need to go back for....something that I will need and not have and kick myself for not bringing. Crazy...I know.

Anyways back to what I was writting about, I wear wingtips to work....I have worn them ever since I started working...wether they be docs or cheapies....does not feel like work unless I have some form of wingtips on....square toe, traditional, black ,Brown, oxblood,Black and white (what I wear currently) all except for Square toe wingtip boots (More like botines) they don't seem normal to me....not sure why.

I have always been very carefull with my shoes...I learned early on...Because once I started wanting to wear docs I had to make them last....they were expensive ...usually about $125,Which meant that I had to make my docs last about 2 years at a minimum...which meant....no getting them wet....not letting them get dull....My mom worked but did not have that kind of money to waste....but when they had to get dirty, they had to get dirty and there was nothing that could be done about it.

I would shine my shoes...the way it said on the kiwi polish...but when I started working at the movie theatre...I was taught how to shine them the right way.

I would shine my shoes with parade gloss or black kiwi or kiwi depending on the color of the shoe every week and especially for meetings or interviews.......(Now that I think about it, I will post a tutorial on how to shine your shoes) Now I shine only when needed.

I was taught by my friend Mike and he would make it a point to shine his shoes often and that is where I picked up the habit.

Gear is very important to me, Don't misunderstand me ...I don't wear suits daily....I am a short sleeved checker shirt and jeans kinda guy most of the time...Just Like every other guy out there.

But there is just something about throwing on my suit , with shiny wingtips and tie and sometimes even hat that just makes me feel like am the king of all I see .



Evilchavo out.

I got Jacked or as my mom would say "A que p*nche suerte"

I got jacked a few weeks ago.

It has only happened to me 3 times in all my lifetime.

When I was a kid someone stole my chopper trike (My neighbor)

When I was a teenager in Garfield High School (I went there for a few weeks after I got kicked out of Wilson for Ditching so much)

I took my moms video camera, one of those huge ones that we used to consider portable and made the decision to film my friends and I and what we did when we ditched....I was walking with my friends thru the park and after I spent about 15 minutes filming a mouse that was hidding underneath a bush....we made the decision to walk to our friends house at the projects that were close by.

I told my friends to walk ahead of me so that I could film them as they walked across the bridge over the freeway to the other side.

They did and in a great improvisational moment that made the decision to run instead of walk when they walked half way over the bridge.

I was so into this that I failed to see the guy creeping up behind me that said " Give the camera or I will kill you" ...I thought it was one of my other friends that had snuck up behind me when I turned around I saw that it was not my friend and some guy that looked at me like he meant what he was saying.....I always thought that he had a gun....but now I realize it must of just been a knife....

But in my moment of fear I made the decision that since my friends were nowhere to be found it would be in my best interest to hand over the camera....to my everlasting shame I did....(sorry had to steal that line from Count of Montecristo :)

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(THis is where I got jacked for my camera)

I just remember that after it happened I felt like I should of not given the camera up, I should of stood my ground and told him to f-off but I did not....I gave it up...but I did not get stabbed which would of been much worse.

I wish that I had an interesting story such as the one above for what happened to my cell...but I don't.

I was had just finished filling out a deposit slip at the credit union located inside the Walmart here in Arizona...and I reached down to get a deposit envelope...I set my phone down on the counter in front of me...(I remember telling myself don't forget your phone...it is on the counter) and then I made the deposit...it must of been less that two minutes from when I left the counter and turned to make the deposit (The counter was right next to the atm)

but alas my Cell phone was stolen....right in front of me...I pride myself in being aware of my surroundings and the fact that nothing like this ever happens to me because I am careful....but stuff like this happens....

I asked around the store and of course no one found a Blackberry...I ran outside to see if I someone was acting funny but no one was....I gathered all my suspects and retraced my steps and found nothing......

Went to customer service and was told nothing had been turned in...

The cell phone is not what mattered to me, what mattered is the fact that I got jacked ....Me.

I cancelled my cell service and my new cell has been received ( I got the exact same one and same color also)..but what about my pictures and music and phone #'s.

I don't even bother to memorize any since the advent of cell phones and being able to save caller ids....my rolas are gone now...some p*to is rocking them.

I even had a phantom cell phone ring while shopping at Safeway ....I reached for my cell but it was not there....

Just more proof that I am Jinxed.

Update:

I received a call from this guy saying they found my cell phone.....at the Walmart....I always lock my phone and have a code for it ...on the lock screen I put to call me if found for reward and they did.

They lived down the street and did not say who found it...I hooked em up with some feds and was happy to get my old cell and memory card back along with all my songs and pics.

I guess I am not as Jinxed as I thought .

Tamale season is in full effect and I will be documenting the process and posting pics soon.

Evilchavo Out.

When I was young I wanted to be a Ninja|Living in fantasy land

When I was young I wanted to be a Ninja.

I saw alot of tv in those days and loved....Loved action movies.

Especially martial arts movies....and most especially Ninja movies.

I wanted to be Sho Kosugi....the best ninja ever.

I would watch the movies over and over and imagine that I was a ninja and that no one would see me, I would imagine that I could things to people that picked on me.

I would buy martial arts magazines and in one of them I found....that Sho Kosugi had a Ninja shop in Monterey park.

On my birthday I made my mom and stepdad take me there and I bought some ninja gear.

I bought 2 Ninja stars,...one black and the other chrome and some disintegrating rice paper for my ninja notes (You put it in water and it turns to mush) and a mask (Of course) and some sleeves that cover the top of your hand(where you can hide your Ninja Stars) I lived in a Ninja Fantasy world.

I was thinking about this because I saw Kung-Fu Panda last nite and the Panda totally reminded me of me in those days......

I remember in the last days of Seventh Grade I showed everyone my dissintegrating paper and they thought it was awesome...and I even showed some kids my Ninja Stars...I even carried nunchucks under my members only jacket some times....talk about living in cartoon and movie land.

Luckily for everyone else I never had to use any of my weapons , cause I would of had the advantage being a Ninja and all. :)

Evilchavo Out.

And Now for your viewing pleasure....Sho Kosugi

My cousins and a lesson they would never forget|Why you should never mess with the quiet kid

It started when I was very young...my cousins and uncles on my real dads side would mess with me because I was quiet and was no like any of them.

My mom was not my real dads wife, and those that were around (My cousins) made it their lifes work to harrass and mess with me...by telling me that my dad had another wife (A real wife) in Mexico and kids (Real Sons and Daughters)

One day when I was about nine, they made the decision to mess with me at our house...it was summer so I was home taking care of my little brother...when they started knocking on my door....trying to kick the door in, they made the decision to take the screen off the window......yelling and screaming at me that I was a "Bastard kid and that they were not my cousins" I was scared at first...but fed up with their bs...

I was nine and made the decision that I would not take it anymore...and that I would do whatever I had to do to protect my brother...I took a knife and started slashing at them thru the window closest to the door.....when I did this they all scattered like roaches when met by the light in the middle of the night.....

I did not think that they would run...I thought I would have to kill one of them.....I had heard this kind of talk from them from as young as I could remember and was not going to have them treat my brother the same way they treated me.

When they ran away they kept saying things...so I dropped the knife and ran after them and one of my cousins (The slowest one) tripped while running away from me , I pounced on him.....and started hitting him while I had him pinned down.....my cousins all gathered around and started telling to let him go...and I did but not until I saw the blood red coming out of his nose and mouth.....

My aunt came out and told them all to go in the house and when my mom got home they made sure to tell her all about me trying to get them with the knife and how I beat up one of my cousins.....My aunts (Of course) did not tell her about how their kids were harrassing me and harrassed me since I could remember.

My mom came home and asked me what happened (I never told her before this that they always told me that ...called me a bastard , I always kept it in) I told her and she was furious but proud of me for protecting my brother ....she did not talk to my aunt for a long time after that, and they all eventually moved away.

They never messed with me after that, and no one ever messed with my brother.

I know that if I would of hurt one of my cousins ...I would of ended up in Juvenile Hall but ....it would of been worth it because my brother did not need to go thru any of what I went thru as a kid....

Evilchavo Out.

My first unofficial Girlfriend

I was really young.

I had just lost all the weight(See my post on this)

And I met this girl by the name of Marie.

She actually approached me.

I was shocked.

I was not very good with girls at that time and was real shy about the whole situation.

I think I went to the movies with her....we held hands.

I just remember having sweaty hands.

I was broke and she paid for everything.

We walked home...from The Commerce Movie theatre.


I wish I remembered the movie but I was way to out of it due to my shyness that I really don't have any idea what movie it was.

We walked home and I wanted to go to the At and T building on the hills by frogland.

The hills by the AT and T building are just drainage away from the AT and T building,I wanted to go climbing so we did.

So we climbed and she was tripping out on me and I was so scared to make a move that I did a whole load of childish things to try and get her attention.

She finally gave up on me and went home.

I think that she was expecting me to be the guy that I looked like then...not a kid trapped in a teenagers body.

I sneaked out of the house to go on this date and did not tell my mom that I was going to be gone.

So I was scared to go back home.

I walked around the at and t building for hours until I could muster up enough courage to go back home.

I went back home and my mom was awake, she asked me where I was and I told her I went out with a girl.

She said that she knew it...and did not say anything else about it.

I think she was happy that I was a normal kid, My mom started giving me money to buy clothes on my own after that.....


Dickies, Vans and skate shirts. (My uniform at that time)

I never talked to Marie again, she ignored me after that.

I had my first official girlfriend shortly after that I did not make the same mistakes I made with Marie again.

My shyness was not all the way gone , just not around when it came to dating.


Evilchavo Out.

Graduation from Robert F. Kennedy Elementary School

I went to Robert F. Kennedy Elementary School off of Hazard in City Terrace.

I managed to salvage alot of old pictures from a storage unit that the rest of my family abandoned and took whatever pictures I could before the storage unit expired and everything got thrown away...no feds ....no storage....just how life goes sometimes.

I was looking at my old pics and found my Graduation from Elementary school pics.

(Here I am getting up to receive my diploma)

(Here I am picking up my diploma note: rockin the pumas & cords)
(Me and my only friend Eddie)

(that's me:) Figured out what the dark spots are?

Roaches,Roaches,Roaches....sux but no feds no money for for big buck cameras in those days.

Just how life goes sometimes.

Evilchavo Out.

Why EvilChavo?

Today I wanted to explain the reason behind why I chose to call myself Evilchavo in this blog.


When I was a teenager I had really long hair in the front only(All the way down to my chest) and it was completely shaved or almost bald all around, was dyed Jet black and I had a few piercings (back when, nose piercing became popular) I always wore black Dickies and docs or vans and whatever skate shirt I had lying around.


I pierced my own nose.....both nostrils( With a safety pin) and my mom coming from a strict Catholic background did not approve or understand me or what I was doing.


She thought I was the devil, she did not understand why I talked like a surfer(will blog about this later) and did not talk spanish the way she thought me.


I have always been called Chavo since I was a baby.


My mom always (to this day) calls me Chavo.....she really thought I was the devil (she did not understand that I was only trying to understand my own identity) being first generation and all , I was trying to figure out who I was.


I had to go to Church (St. Lucys) with my mom and there was a small period of time when I needed to walk her to work on my way to school after we went to church in the morning(she would make me swear in front of the cross that I would be good for the day and would not ditch from school) but I would still ditch.


One day , My Friend that was no longer in school that was well aware of my daily routine....


(going to church, swearing on the cross, walking my mom to school, going right instead of left to school )


....Was waiting for me at the railroad tracks laughing and could not stop...I asked him why he was cracking up and he said that I was Evil...EvilChavo and that I was going to go to hell.


He said I needed to be a good Chavo and needed to stop my evilways....at which time he proceeded to try and take the devil out of me by spraying what was left of his Pepsi all over me (as if it was holy water) and trying to drag me back to my mom so that he could tell her that I was ditching again.


After a few minutes of trying to make me go back to my mom , we decided to go to Melrose instead on the bus. Took the 70 or 71 to downtown from there the line up to Melrose (fun day).


That is the Reason for EvilChavo.