My stepfather’s one final request he made before he left was that I was to find as many bikini, topless, and upskirt photos as I could. These photos, and these photos only, were to take priority over anything else regardless of anything else happening is Hollywood. Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan were high on heroin and ran over a pack of pre-schoolers in their BMWs? Doesn’t matter. Britney Spears put Sean Preston on the BBQ? Doesn’t matter. And with that, I would like to dedicate this post to my stepfather, Jesus Martinez, who taught me everything I know.

I have no problem taking over the family business while Jesus as gone. I’m still learning the ropes, but I’m getting the hang of things fast I think. I feel lucky that my family has something I take interest in and can participate in actively. A friend of mine recently went to work for his father too. Their family business totally fits with his personal interests, but he had a real hard time making the decision to finally take the job there. He comes from a pretty wealthy family, but he’s one of those backwards rich kids where instead of wanting to take everything his parents give him and live like a hog in the fat house, he wants to make it on his own or some bullshit. I didn’t really understand that when he explained it, because my all parents ever gave me was a good ass kicking when I came in after curfew and enough psychological problems that I am going to be in therapy until I die.

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