Game 2, Black Out vs Pistoleros.

Summer days like this don't come very often for me. I love Sundays this summer because that mean i get to play football with my boys. We're in a flag football league consisting of 8 teams. Our team name is the Black Out, we're a bunch of EC boys just having fun and still trying to prove our name. Our team consist of Me(08), My brother John(08), Twon(08), Naim(08), Moe(08), Rob(08), Ryan(09), Jason(06), Georgy(11) and maybe Chris (South City High, 08). Well lets get into today already. Pistoleros, red team consisting of almost all Latinos that talk way more then their game did. I found myself barking back more than any of my team today also, and i'm usually the quiet humble one(yeah, right). I can honestly say these fools were a bunch of cry babies. and shit i they also pulled the race card out on me too, fools called me Manny Pacquiao. Wow.... like honestly that was insulting but at the same time a compliment because i don't like being labeled as Filipino because as i said before i'm Vietnamese. Secondly though isn't Manny a Latino Assassin? Idiot, right? Anyways we whipped their ass 27-7, I believe Twon got the MVP this game because they shut me down. but shit when we aired the ball out it was like fire works. I played the roll of a Reggie Bush on the Saints. Which means they know i'm dangerous so they're obviously going to cover me. Hence, leaving other weapons such as Ryan Smith or Naim Tate open for touchdowns. So in the end everything works out, we got the Win. Naim 1 TD (playing a brotha on TDs, should have had 2), Ryan 1 TD, and Twon 2 TDs. 2-0, we're aiming for the ship. We need a cheer squad please please please. If any ladies or home boys would like to come support that would be most appreciated! Thanks for the read, i love days like this.

WOW.....

FAQ #4, Why don't you drink or smoke?

I'll start of with drinking. If you haven't heard my poems about it i'll sum the story up for you. I don't have a dad (anymore). Unlike a lot of kids who don't have dads. I actually got the chance of sharing memories with him, some good some bad, lets just say the bad out weigh the good by light years. On nights when alcohol would mix with my dad that would mean my mom would get bruises. Yes, shes a victim of domestic violence. Why on earth would you want me to consume something that caused my mom so much pain. Stupid. As for smoking.... Cigarettes? yuck, you're killing yourself already. You know that right? As for weed, double yuck. I can't stand the smell. Its a waste of money. Call me unrealistic and stupid but fuck it, i don't give a shit. I'm just speaking my mind. I know yall who do this stuff do it for fun but just think about it. Remember when you were younger? You didn't need all these things to have fun. But now a days that ain't the case. Every party i've been to has to have drinks and dro. Whens the last time you had a pizza party? with chips and soda and boring ass movies that you HAVE to watch because thats the only thing to do? I don't know things change, times change. but i'll always have my reasons for not following the crowd. I'll have my head on straight forever. Thanks for reading!

FAQ #3, Why do you look so mad all the time?

Dude.... My eyebrows are made like this. When the sun is beaming in my eyes or if rain is trying to touch my bare eye balls i can't help but to put my eye brows down in the "i'm mad stance" which to me is also known as the "i don't want sun/rain all up in my pupils so i'll lower my eyebrows and squint my eyes" look. So my people. I'm not mad nor mean. I am one of the nicest people you'll ever meet. (If your cool) (jk) But really i'm not mean. Thanks for reading.

FAQ #2, Are you Filipino?

NO! I'm Vietnamese, please please please, you don't have to tell me our food is good. I know. No, you cannot come to my house when my mom cooks Vietnamese food. I will not bring you spring rolls my mom makes unless you're my girl friend. Well, in fact i don't mind anything you do if you're my girl friend. But anyways, you don't have to let me know when you eat/ate Vietnamese food. Its cool, i know its good but i'm tired of everyone saying "Oh, you're not Filipino? Oh what? your Vietnamese? I tried Pho the other day? *Holding out their fist and nodding their head with raised eye brows expecting an "Hey i must be cool with you now because i've tried your national dish" pounds. SIKE!!! but i pound anyways because i'm not mean. FUCKERS! Thanks for the read.

FAQ #1, Why did you stop playing football?

I'm a very mysterious person. People often tell me i'm intimidating and i look mean, which is true. I do look like a mean jack ass who will cut you if you breathe in my vicinity but don't judge a book by its cover. My eye brows are hereditary, i got them from my dad. and shit you must look at me a lot with bad timing if you notice i hardly have facial expressions. I enjoy your attention tho, thanks. but anyways i will be answering FAQ(Frequently Asked Questions) and posting them on my blog for everyone to get to know me better. and i will start with the most asked question in the history of Charles Truong. Why did i hang up the cleats? Football is suppose to be fun. At El Camino(high school) i loved practice, i loved games, i loved being in the Red Uniform with the number 21 on it. It felt real like a family. and when i stood on that stage on awards night i swear i held in tears that would have caused floods. When i got to CSM for practice everything was different. There was this voice inside of me that told me i didn't want to be there. I knew i was so much more talented than these other fools but i didn't want to prove it to anyone anymore. The coaches were up my ass, and the players seemed to be segregated amongst race. Didn't seem like much of a family to me. Yeah, it didn't feel the same anymore. It felt fake and generic to my high school years. During a chalk talk while coach was explaining and going over plays i asked myself if i really wanted to play and had made it up in my mind that if i had to live up to everyone's dreams of me playing ball in college i would be disappointing myself because i didn't really want to be there. Don't get me wrong football is my 1st love and i will always love it but Nike is wrong when they say "Football is everything" because its not. In sort, Why i hung up my cleats is because it wasn't fun anymore. If you can't catch my drift watch Love and Basketball and you'll understand what i mean. Not to say its not fun for me because i lost a significant other to some asshole whose about to marry her but...(trying to figure out how to put this) i lost the meaning behind my passion. So there, it's out. I payed my dues to football, i succeeded and made history with some of the best guys i will ever meet. "It's a brotherhood for life!" -Stomp the Yard, haha it just reminded me of that moment. But yeah. you can still watch me and some of the boys in action tho. We have our own flag football team called Black Out, we also recruited some amazing athletes from different teams and years. but yeah i'm coaching at El Camino now teaching the young ones how to be tough like this one guy named "chuck". Hopes this satisfies your curiosity. Thanks for reading.

Rest in peace, MJ. This might be your biggest fan.