I've been gone awhile living in Brooklyn New York, taking care of some business rite. Mean while, the clock that the face of death wears counts down on some one very near.

In the east side of Brooklyn, down where someone dieing is as normal of a day as the sun boiling away at Georgia. Brownsville, is where I called home. There on the grimy blocks surrounded by what keeps a lot of people away, I worked. Brooklyn built in me a fearless and strong focussed mind. The kind of mind I needed for what was to come.

The reason I was there in New York or the reason I left Marietta Georgia was because I saw an opertunity to expand from just being a graphic artist to expanding towards printing. So once I've gotten back to Brooklyn, I went straight to work. Where I stayed was an apartment on E98th street. On my block alone there were 3 churches for the church goers and 2 corner stores for the feens to post up at to try to make little money to get there next fix. I heard the freeks came out at night. On 98th street the freeks looked like they came out of the triller video, real nasty like.

Back in Georgia my mom worked hard to take care of her 4 kids. She had 4 more including myself but we were all old enough to take care of ourselves. The oldest had just gotten out of prison and gotten a job a ways off from my mom and tried helping how ever he could. The second oldest had gotten arrested upstate New York and is now doing a little time. The 3rd oldest is myself living in New York. The 4th had trouble getting a job due to not having a car down in Georgia. So neither of us could of provided much help but one who could not have done it all on his own. So after us 4 older kids, there are 4 more kids, 1 boy and 3 girls.

So with the little help she did get, my mom was trying to make something for the little ones and at the same time worrying about the older ones. And then to make things worse she also had athsma. She had it since she was 3 years old. So basically without going into any more details, my mother struggled her entire life. My mother wanted all of her kids down south and it wouldn't of been to much longer before I would have made it back, back in time. And if the 2nd oldest would have made his way down south, that would have made all of her kids.

On December, 8th 2009 I rode the bus back home for 2 hours from my cousin's apartment in Queens. When I got to the apartment I dashed into my room to write down some ideas I've thought of when I was on the bus. As soon as I finnished I heard my uncle running and calling me but crying at the same time. At the time, I thought some one was just making fun of his tone but when I saw him he was really crying. He told me my mother was sick, something I've gotten accustom to hearing but then he finnished by saying "she's dead"...

I felt like for a momment time had stopped. everything just stood... I can't explain but it seemed like for some reason it was some mistake but true at the same time. My mother before, she would ocassionally call me on the phone and tell me things as if she were passing information  onto me. She also would say things like, incase anything happends to me. When she did this, she always did it as if she were doing so with urgency.

My mother knew and she was prepairing. It hit me hard but Brooklyn had also been prepairing me for this. It hit me hard and my eyes felt swollen from all the crying I was doing. It took me a few days but I can say that I'm better now. I want to make my mom proud and bring a better taste to our name. Gonzalez... In my family or for people that knew us, that name never meant anything good and most likey when it was said, something bad followed.

2009 was a rough year. On the 15th of this month I will be 23yrs old and I will be celebrating my mother's life. Also, I will be starting a new year and new life. R.I.P. mama.

   

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Manny Pacquiao beats Miguel Cotto and bad.

I thought Cotto would of won the fight, not easily but win. That thought turned into a belief in the first few rounds of the fight. But Pacquiao's punches were landing to powerfully and accurate for Cotto.

I think that if Cotto had gotten better training specifically to fight as how Antonio Margarito fought against him in his previous fight, he could have won. Margarito won the fight against Cotto because he continued to pressure Cotto by throwing hard and heavy punches. Now I know that of the two fighters Cotto in that match, had the more power of the two, but Margarito through more power shots. In that fight like this fight, it was speed vs power. But Margarito won that fight because he pressured Cotto. Each time Margarito let up on the pressure Cotto made him pay as did Pacquiao to Cotto.
One thing Margarito had that Cotto did not, was a strong chin. I was amazed at how badly Cotto kept beating Margarito yet Margarito did not show any signs of feeling hurt, he just kept at him.
In Margarito fight Cotto showed his amazing defense. He swayed, dodge, ducked, blocked and countered a lot of Margarito punches but Margarito threw to many power punches, pricing his defense till it became weak. that should have been the tactics Cotto walked into the ring with. Cotto approaching the end of the fight around round 6 or 7 showed the same defense he did with the Margarito fight but as soon as he planted his feet so that he can throw a powerful enough punch to hurt Pacquiao, Pacquiao came with his flurry of punches stopping him.
Pacquiao has more than speed, he has power as well and is as dangerous with one hand as he is with the other one. That is a dangerous combination against Cotto's left hook.

Pacquiao walked out of the ring champion. But he has no chance in winning his next fight. His next fight is against Floyd Mayweather. Pacquiao has speed but he will bear witness first hand to the fastest hands in boxing ever, Floyd Mayweather. Mayweather argues that he is pound for pound, the best boxer and not Pacquiao. When Mayweather beats Pacquiao he will prove that that is fact and not just his arguing statement. I cannot wait for that match. That match can easily turn out to be the greatest boxing match ever, do not miss it.