All my life I've played soccer. When I was five years old I started playing with kids that were a year older than I was. I became really good, up to the point that I was the best player of my age in my city. What really pissed me off back then was my team, which consisted of players that sucked. So I was held back by these crappy players, but I baited my time. Soon two good players joined the team and we became the best team in our city and all was going well.

After a while, after we'd won tournaments and countless games, I moved to Cali. I lived there for five years, left right before high school (my older brother told me it really was "high"). That's beside the point and I'll return to that in another post... so anyways, I started playing soccer in LA, but the level was a joke. AYSO was the gayest association ever, period. For all who don't know what that is, it's a soccer league that is made for pussies. So I was a king there, found no match, and soon I found myself in the All Stars Team, but that wasn't saying anything yet.

I found a club later on, and that's when I met my match. Keep in mind though, I played with kids a year or two older than I was. I was one of the best on the team, and we were good. Not the best, but we were up there in the ranks. Soon I started getting knee problems from the stress of soccer. I had to take corners, free kicks, run all over the field etc. I took a break for a while when I was at the top of my game, when I could've joined the USA national soccer squad, but I couldn't join. I'm not American, and that didn't bother me at all. I knew I was good, but not that good. It threw me off guard...

So I moved away from the States after my five year trial there, and I quit soccer. It was hard at first, but I found other comforts. Keep in mind I was still young, and I hadn't found smoking yet. So I took two years off soccer and started kickboxing. I quickly became quite good, where I beat people that had taken karate for countless years. I guess all that fighting with my brothers paid off I started to lift weights so I became quite buff for my age. After my family decided to move again, I was getting quite buff and mean from all that fighting

After this move, I started playing soccer since the conditions were more favorable for me to start again. I started again on this team that played at the highest level in our country (in that age level). I played with people that were a year older than me even then. I wasn't as good as I was before, but I scored some goals and I was a key player on that team. So I decided, for the hell of it, to try out for this team that's the best in the country. Nailed it, became a part of that team. I was really surprised, because I'm still not up to my standards that I set down for myself 5 years ago. So we became the country's champions and I decided to take a step back and concentrate on school. I still played, but on a less competitive level.

As I started studying more (not a big difference there), I started smoking. I played soccer, but I had built quite an ego from the championship. My ego wasn't really me, it was fun to be such an ass with my friends. I always made sure people knew I wasn't like that, and they understood. I'd like to think of it as my alter-ego So I kept playing and studying, smoking and drinking on the side. I enjoyed life.

Now, I decided to play for this crappier team, since the coach came and offered me a spot. I said "okay" since I didn't want to quit soccer, and I didn't want to play too much. I became the captain, occasionally practiced and started smoking more. I got fed up with the team, because I couldn't handle being on such a crappy ass team while I was much better. I hated losing and I hated the people on the team since they seemed so gay. So I quit the team, and that was a good decision. This all happened this year, and I quit the team about 2 months ago.

Now I'm playing on the second highest level in the country (I'm 19 and I play with semi-professionals). In the States they have MLS, and there is some level just below that. I'm playing at that kind of a level. I smoke, drink, play there and enjoy life. I'm really busy, but hey... even through all the smoking and partying I'm still at a really competitive level. If you work hard you can get by, but I'm getting fed up now.

So you might be wondering why I started this blog... because I was high when I came up with the idea I had this conversation with one of my closest friends after a couple of spliffs. We were reminiscing in the past and thinking of our athletic abilities. His story was quite similar to mine, except he played hockey.

As a result of this, I decided to start this blog, and maybe attract readers, as long as they're somewhat into the whole blog thing. I'll think of some other topic for next time, but read on GC if you're interested.

For now, keep toking!

-Me