Milton’s Autobiography


My Name is Milton; I’m 18 years old for southern California. When I attended high school my creativity followed. I was also involved in sports, like football, wrestling, baseball and track and field. I Love riding long boards or cruise around the city in which ever transportation that is available. I was influence by the mystical root know as Marijuana, I was introduced to this plant when I was in the 4th grade. I was a bad kid, but I grew older and older I knew things where changing I was becoming a different person, I grew calmer and calmer, wiser and wiser. I was only 8 but my mind felt old.

  The weed followed 2 years after that first joint toke. Was I wrong to smoke as a kid? Yes, but it’s my experiences that brought me to this day. I’m very optimistic when it comes to things happening for a reason. One thing I fear in life is a waste of talent, someone looking the other way because of something I could of, should have, and would have done. Forever I would sit in regret as I do now, for I would be a greater person if certain events didn’t happen until I actually knew what I was doing, or being the right age. the first writing I think I ever did was in the 5th or 6th grade, the vague memory as flashback that are unclear when I attended a continuation school for middle school kids. I forgot how the story goes or what is was about, all I know it was time I invested into that piece that made the effort worth it. Since then, the way I look at myself as a writer is better than times in the past. I would always write, and have the randomness ideas.

When I would write I would get lost in my own words and for a short second I would day dream and see my story coming to actual visible life. At first, I wasn’t the best writer I see myself today. I still remember times when I would write and my writing would be sloppy and have run on sentences, I would even forget what I would write for some sluggish words. I haven’t had any problems trying to fix run on sentences because I now know how to set sentences up with words that are considered sentence starters.

My progress in this class is great because I got a chance to spread creativity as I type or think. My teach in high school once told me I have deep meaning when I would talk or give my feedback on the books we read, “Catcher in the Rye” and “of mice and men”, these stories I enjoy to have read. Once my teacher told me that, I felt delighted and rewarded by her words. When I write I would also use my life, or certain event I had or wish I had and add that to my work. I also use what I consider to be part of my dark side the way I say certain things. My feelings are like the colors of a chameleon, they change ever so. My writing skills have been sharpened and I can see myself creating something wonderful with my artistic values that I will put to the test.

LEARN81 has helped me become a more confident and call myself a writer. I want to mention my older brother Giovanni, he’s been my role model growing up, because he would always lecture me, and say don’t be a fuck up. My brother motivated me throughout my schooling years. His ambition and what he aspired to do to make money like selling chocolates from door to door, or cutting hair. No matter if we didn’t have much valuables he would always be very humble and was respected by many and hated by few.  Without my brother looking after his littlest brother I would still be my old self. I can say tough love made me tougher and richer person in characteristic values. Thank you Professor Dan, for making this class fun and very educational.


It’s raining why not?

This picture is a great example of today, raining season is great. the wonders an umbrella can do when water falls from the skies. the rain drops are like word sounds to the ear as they touch the top and slip down the umbrella. beautiful sound as your mind is expanded to a state where everything seems clearer to the eye. Most of all senses are used, my smell; the fersh cut smell of dirt as the drops and covers the land, sight; when you see the way the landscape shines because of the rain, Hear; is a river flowpassing through magnetic ears listening, Feel; the cold drops over my body as it multiples when i remove the umbrella, and the taste of a good morning to start off loving every moment.


I’m not as religious as I should be, although i was born into a religion. my mother is catholic, so is my ghost of a father. my dad is not dead, just his presence for memories of him are vague. The most time i spent with him was less than a year altogether. I consider my self    a hypocrite, as bad as it sounds its truth that can’t be denied. I reject hopes of false prophets that i chose to believe false. religion is a big part of everyone’s world. I don’t Mean to offend anyone when i say religion is a type of tool use for the government to keep the people manipulated under their control. This seems harsh at first, but the hope of faith you believe in. I do believe there is a creator of all, but i will not believe other based on religion, This picture resembles religion is dead; the gold color of the neck, hair and skull simplifies the greater standing they are in. Gold is the gods royal color. I have not read the bible; i’m a sinner, a lost soul searching his god withing himself.

Nerd Kitchen

when you’re a chef you really have to know what you’re doing, it’s time consuming, stressful, and physical when you’re scattered all over the place. preparing meals, slicing and dicing, juice flavors with nostril opening aromas everywhere, this is why you need a game plan and cool gadgets. you don’t want to be a boring cook, you want to be a fun cool cook. you need to have a top of the line juicer; like a HP commercial motor with heavy duty diet cast housing over 20 processing options, and a blender; Peak Hp 48,000 RPM bare motor, The Raptor. Can’t forget the mixer with a 7-quart stainless steel bowl 12 mixing speeds, the overwhelming excitement just thinking about it. just know you need equipment to have fun in the kitchen. you don’t need to be a pro chef, because everybody is a cook no matter if your terribly lousy. Cooking is Art, and this is my art. Stay out if the kitchen if you can’t cope with the heat. Narrated by the chef in the picture.  

Election Day

 This picture caught my attention because I’m sure my city is not the only city holding elections from within their community. Usually elections are held in community schools, restaurants or even libraries. My election pole I have to attend to vote is a few houses down the street from where I live, so now I only have to walk a short distance. Election Day brings a great memory from the last elections, but that was the presidential election. I was a pole worker and I had a pleasant time speaking to people, greeting them, meeting voters. Some female voters were pretty attractive but I still worked professional. These holidays in the fall are the best, thrill full 30 days of Halloween, the fresh November winds that fill my body with tiny cuts of refreshments ending with my jolly day of the year, Christmas. I love Christmas because the principle of great of year it is supposed to be but I do the complete opposite acting like the Grinch. I also miss working as a pole worker this year. I got interested and involved my senior year of high school in my English class. My teacher had fliers to fill and sign to volunteer, so I did.

Children Story: Adventures of Arthur

  Once time when there existed dragons their lives young king by the name of Arthur. “I’m Arthur the great, loyal to my people and I rain wrath upon foes” he would say. Now Arthur was a great king, although lacked the traits of sharing his glory along with his fortunes amongst his loyal friends “I preferred to stay glorious and keep my fortunes to myself for I am Greed”. They live in this really big castle that had big walls to protect themselves from any intruders that try to do harm to their loved ones “No one shall penetrate these walls of greatness”. They have great defense and a mote with crocodiles surrounded all around the big castle those who cross over without consulting me are no more”.

Arthur has five good loyal friends. Luis was an angry fella, Ana was always happy, Able was reliable, Flake …well he was delinquent , and there was Charity the most beautiful down to earth, genuine girl Arthur had ever laid eyes upon. Arthur likes Charity, but she did not like that he was greedy “Please Arthur share your knowledge on making your great steak” she once told him. Startled Arthur replied “No! It’s a family recipe, and that’s that!” one stormy night a dragon had attacked their castle. “Protect King Arthur! All men get to your defense positions!”  Shouted commands by Luis. “King are you ok?” Able asked. “No lives were lost but the dragon made a mess of things” Arthur replied. “Stop being foolish you are wounded” suggested Anna with great concern. “They’re just flesh wounds, I’ll live, attend the badly injured at once Able”, “yes your majesty”. “All that was required now was days of manual labor, to repair the castle” commented Flake. “Yeah and I’m sure you’ll be the worker in the domain” chuckled Charity with a sincere smile. “I am too!” shouted Flake “enough blabbering guys, get to work” demanded Arthur.

Despite their different traits, amongst the five friends they would be sharing. Charity loved making her best tasteful peach pie in the region “every bite is a bite of love and compassion”. Luis loved making some little rice cakes that taste really good with a well brewed coffee Able is destined to make. Arthur makes the best steaks in the entire kingdom, “No one shall know my ingredients”.

Afternooons   with the golden windy skies seem to attract the six friends and they talk amongst their selves, giving each other feedback. Everyone was thinking about it to tell Arthur that sharing is not bad, in fact makes you courteous: but no one brought it up that time.

The next day the golden bells where ringing because it was study hall time. “All personals make your way down the hall!” shouted Luis. In study hall knights would train, or wizards would work their magic, or rouges would practice their stealth, even hunters would practice their archery.

A variety of different people go to train and study. “Train hard my fellow people, for it will give to greater chances to your survival” yelled Arthur as he made his way down the hall battling knights with his mighty sword. “Self-studying is good thing to do so you can be good at a certain profession you want to succeed in” continued Arthur. Most of the time in study hall the hunters would share their knowledge with the rogues to blend into their surroundings much better, that made the hunters feel good about their selves. Even though Luis is always angry he would be happy when he is courteous by sharing his rice cakes because that brought joy to everyone around him that ate his food. Also in the study hall it’s diverse in activities and everyone who goes, shares food or drinks, some even share swords to spar but not Arthur.

Arthur doesn’t really like going to study hall because people ask to borrow one of many swords he has stored, he sits alone feeling depressed because his friends like him less each day. One thing he knows is he is in fact greedy: another way of being greedy is being selfish when you just worry about yourself and not others. Arthur thought flake didn’t like spending time with him because he sometimes would not keep him company during study hall. But flake is a person who you can’t count on. Arthur felt sick one day after another dragon attack. He might have eaten something or felt stressed out for he was up and down shouting commands to scare off the dragon. That same day Anna was by his side, “oh what’s wrong my beloved king?” and she kept him warm and jolly. “I’m getting too old for this” Arthur replied. “But your only 23 years old my king”.

  That night he was having nightmares, that all his friends abandoned him because he kept feeling bad for not even once sharing his famous and best steak in the kingdom “No! No! Don’t leave me, you guys are all I have” sobbing as he was still sleeping. Charity awoke and ran down the hall to Arthur’s bedroom and hugged him saying “everything is going to be alright”, she also told him “don’t worry about changing right away, its better taking things one step at a time”, Arthur replies “thank you, your always there for me even though I am selfish, and I’m sorry” as he was half awake. The next morning it was a strange day; Arthur was very active doing favors for everyone, helping out his kingdom, sharing his wisdom. His entire friends were shocked, surprised, and also glad. Arthur finally found a solution to keep the dragons away: by spraying water through a pump from the ground that had an underwater stream a hunter found him. Also everyone was worried for Arthur himself rung the golden bells and opened the doors of his castle for everyone to enjoy his famous steak in his kingdom. This changed a lot of things from his usual day, which was Arthurs Best Day Ever. He also confessed to charity that he really liked her more than a friend and she felt the same way. They rode off in his white stallion he uses for battle, while friends, family and the noble people enjoyed their feast offered by their Loved King. Arthur finally understood meaning of sharing and the emotions he feels when everyone experiences the same feelings. Arthur became the king he was destined to be. Arthur left a message by saying “when you don’t share there are consequences, you lose friends, despised by others, and it makes you look like a bad person, so share whatever you have to offer, someday you will be offered something in return”. The End






The war doesn’t stop it keeps going. Fueled by patriotism, where’s the logic in that. No matter how many years pass by the man is not in the war, the war is in the man. How long will you follow this man until you stop and ponder if it’s right or not or if it’s just a figure of your imagination? Rubble is all that is left and just helpless souls walk the world of the living, but what about the dead? They are just mourned and later forgotten at heart, but forgotten. A visionary is what I see in this picture, by the looks of it, it’s only a matter of time before the battler our country fights will no longer be foreign fields. Flying birds of death and destruction, fires illuminating the skies, our flag posted and not forsaken on the ground. The white house in colorful display, as bright as the fireworks in what is believed to be our independence on the 4th of July. I bet you didn’t know it was originally the 5th of July, as far as I know somewhere along the road that struck me to be the truth, so I chose to believe that. Who is the visionary? Its America at it full potential, it just doesn’t know it yet. Promising for better days, she stays strong for the visionary to keep its promise to undying hostility, freedom and the pursuit of happiness. 

There is no such thing as “Writers Block”



  Once upon a time, long ago lived this unfortunate banker, who pondered when his time will come. He would struggle to get his work done both in the office and in school. He only had a certain amount of time he would find himself at peace. But he could not enjoy it, for it will soon be over. This banker, his name is Logan from 420 stony avenue. A former man who wanted to become a billionaire so that life could be easier. Since working at the office and money was hard to get especially since he was paying for himself to go to school. He was trying to think of some way he could make extra cash on the side. So he had a friend who had connection on the side. And he asked him for help and the friend’s job was to deliver and transport liquor to different places. And they made big bucks; about 1 million and he thought about it for a while and he really needed money badly so he decides to get in the deal with his friend. The next day his friend and he delivered their first cargo to New York City. They hoped everything goes well in their business trip so that way they can make the money that Logan wants to make, at the end of the day it was successful. They sold more than they think they will. Logan became inspired with more ideas to sell the friends liquor, and that way both can become more than millionaires, they wanted to become multimillionaires. Logan asks his friend “what if we make our own company and go place to place around the world.” All of a sudden a flock of sheep come running out of nowhere in the little hick town where this so called banker lived that want to be rich! So Logan was thinking and said: I have an Idea!! I’m going to catch all these sheep and sell their wool for more money; I will sure become a millionaire then! I will even sell the lambs as pets for younger kids to play with and even make jackets, pants, and other clothes that can be sold so that I would be a millionaire. I need to have all kinds of ideas so I will always make money and never be broke. So he did and made some money but he could not think of any new ideas so he walked around looking for new ones. Happy with all the money his ambitious goal got him in life will continues as he goes on a quest for adventurous events to find new ideas and lived happily ever after…then a monkey with a hand banana killed him. The monkey lived happily ever after, after sealing the banana from dead Logan’s kitchen. THE END

The Edge


  The thought of nothing left to get out of the world, the thought of giving up, the thought of failure, the thought of confusion, the thought of being neglected, This strikes the mind of these two people standing on the edge with no sign of direction. I could only imagine what the lady is saying, “what are we going to do? What is our move? What is going to happen from this day forward?”, “I’m thinking, don’t pressure me… I’ll get us out of this mess” with no clue on what to do next but just stand there fiercely close to the edge like a suicidal man or woman whatever the case may be. Standing there is really starting to look friendly in their eyes of false truth. For they have no guide to help to maybe turning something bad into something great, but there is no one with optimism in range. So they are stuck with misery, thinking to jump and fly away to be set free. Also it has no relation of what I just spoke about but, the character in the picture resembles Professor Dan.