The neighborhood post # 1

I started my life young. At 13 i got my tax ID and started my first business at 14, moving away from home or at least what should of been my home. I was adopted before birth and don’t know what a family is. I’ve been alone for a long time…

I knew of one person who was like a mother and that’s it. But at 24 that ended.

The neighborhood i moved into was the one i grew up in, the one those who adopted me would drop me off in, with this woman who was like my mother.
Since i was 8, I’ve known a deputy from here. A corrupt deputy, who’s in-laws live in my neighborhood.

There was a philosopher ( david henry thoreau ) who once said, “when the laws are unjust, the just are imprisoned.” And, “the best government is the government that governs the least.”

Through these posts i will tell you about my life as an expat and a POW within my own country.
It’s sad, in America those who are actually criminally insane are those who are in power.

At 14 i was expelled from school for self defense and received the same treatment i always got while growing up. Which was being the “bad guy” so they could be the good guys… Around this time of my life i was completely exiled from the family that adopted me.

I was on my own for good…

I went to an auction for my electric company and bought my first truck. Not being able to get my license obviously. Yet i had to still take care of myself and had the woman who was more a mother to me at least help with getting a tag and insurance. Driving one night i got pulled at 15 and received my first ticket. Which wouldn’t allow me to get my license til 18.

Although, since i have always been intelligent enough to find a way. I found a loop hole in the statues of my state and saw that i could get my motorcycle license. Bikes were nothing new to me and had already been riding for over a year. So i bought my first motorcycle at 15.

I had been going through ROTC and was making my way through the military as well.

I had become a POW in my own country before i was even out of ROTC by this deputy with family in my neighborhood. Being harassed by him through the years.

This neighborhood is a strange one… Dirt and greed does things to people…
You ask, how did i become a prisoner of war? Well for the general population, you wouldn’t understand as you’re too conceited and ignorant. But for vets who have come back to america and the innocent who’ve been falsely accused and imprisoned, you’re the ones who will understand.

But i will try to explain………

The truth will set you free.

So I am a different breed than others. I do have the warrior gene and do belong in an era that is no more. One where honor and principle play a big part in a persons life, not just a mans.

The first time I was ever messed with by a dirty cop I think I was about 8 years old. I’m sure I will get to that story at some point but not on this post.

I’ve never much liked taking orders from anyone and I did in the military… Also in a PMO.

And I can understand the taking orders, chain of command…etc.

But now, from the police. Oversized pot bellied jokes they are. They don’t stand in that area to order people around and then taser or shoot someone because they’re “non-compliant” in their eyes. So I don’t do we’ll with that. There are many, many reasons why I feel this way.

Mostly knowing what I do from the dark paths I’ve taken.

So here’s some food for thought on the truth. This image is of a drawing from about 30 years ago. Tell me……. Has anything changed or gotten worse?


The sad part is the general population and their ignorance. For example….

“Oh, we’ll you’re involved with the police. SO… You must of done something wrong!”

My ninja zx750F1

So I’ve been working on a lot of projects. One of my personal ones is my ninja zx750f1 which is a 1987. I rebuilt my carbs and are about the only thing nice looking on it.


I’ve noticed today after taking all the fairings off and it’s completely naked. That there was leakage between numbers 1/2 cylinders above the header.

This is from a previous owners or mechanics doing as a dumb ass…

The valve cover gasket isn’t all the way in and is pinched out in the front.


20141122-153348.jpg so that’s a problem needing fixin.

Then I’m tackling my oil pressure sensor that’s leaking. In a hard space I need to take my exhaust off to get to it.



But always remember kids. That its easier to work on a bike and less of a headache than if it was a car or truck…


Diagnosing… What a bitch at times.

I have a cb900c it’s an 81. I originally thought it jumped time. Being sluggish, smoking some, not being throaty with the pipes…etc. took valve cover off, checked timing and everything was ok. Put her back together. After I check all my plugs and spark. I noticed #1 wasn’t hitting hot and was carbon build up on it. Everything points to number 1 cylinder. So I took the boot off the plug wire and trimmed up a 1/4 on the wire. Twisted it back on and solved one of my problems. Now I’m at least runnin on all four. But still have a problem with cylinder 1. I will keep working on it.

Fun fact

Walk into a grocery store. Go to the area with honey and make sure it’s got people at it. Go up to the honey and act intrigued. Turn and look at the people and just blurt out, “hey everyone, quick question. Who here doesn’t get sick?” Wait for a reply. Most will say not me… Lol, then ask. “Who here eats their boogers?” Wait for the puzzled looks. Maybe you’ll have a response. Then say, “oh, ooh, come on now (with a smirk) y’all think about it. It’s like local honey!” And walk away smirking and confident. Passing glares to others as you mumble on about how eating local honey is why most don’t get sick. Because its the same concept with boogers. A bee travels around and collects the same pollen you are building the immunity to by eating the honey. Analogy wise your booger is the honey the bee collected the pollen for. You breath It in and your sinuses and nose filter it from going in your lungs and is trapped, turned into a protein and stored until blown or picked…. “Oh, ooooh grams I know yous pick’em and eat your boogers” then pat her on the shoulder as you glare and walk by…………….. Mmmmm………


I could really use a wish right now. If i could make a wish out of the clouds in the sky as i lay in my field looking up. I’d make a wish…

When I thought everything was okay, it wasn’t. Then I’m fucking ignored and left in the dark to stew on thoughts of desire and sadness.