This is the story of how two kids of the same age, and same neighborhood can go in two separately different ways. I somehow met Curtis sometime after my parents moved us from Norwalk to Cerritos. I can’t recall the first meeting, but i’m sure it had to do with our parents first. We even played little league together for AYSO for my only year of organized baseball. Anyhow we would hang out, play outside, basketball, GI Joes, bike riding, you know the normal boy things. I have a vivid memory of us playing GI Joes and I dropped his Tomahawk and boy did he get pissed, granted I probably…
Well if you ever see my site go back to the default theme, its because my site is a lil broken, but i don’t know where. In the upcoming weeks, i’ll have sit down and try to figure it out, or just redesign it from the ground up … again. I found some nifty tools, so maybe i can do something really nifty. Until then i’ll just have to keep making sure to keep bandaging my site together.