Introduction part. 1

Hello everyone! I finally got the motivation to start blogging and telling my story from a point of view that many people don’t get to experience. In case you are wondering why I chose to go by Diosthocles (props to lady K.P. for helping me make up my mind), it is because just about everyone I introduce myself to tends to screw up the pronunciation of my name.

My name is Diogenes. I accept the pronunciations of Dye-ah-jeh-knees or Dee-ah-jeh-knees. I should mention that I hardly ever use my full name and go by the shortened version of Dio which I pronounced Dee-o. Looks hard to pronounce but not once I tell you how, right? Wrong!

I know, I live in a place where there’s a lot of ignorant people but it still cracks me up that they get it wrong even after I have corrected them a few times.

Name aside, I shall now introduce you to myself - from my humble beginnings to now. This might take a little while so bear with me. Know that I am a very open person and that I will only leave out certain key info for privacy issues.

I am originally from a small town in El Salvador. I was born in 1980 which just happened to be the year when El Salvador decided to go on a civil war. Dad left Mom and I shortly after I was born due to the Civil War. I was told he was smuggled out of our town so he could make it out of there safely. Dad then came to the states and started working and trying to get mom and I out of our little town and on a plane to the states. Fast Forward 2 years or so and my father was able to bring us to the states. My brother was born about 9 moths later in some Hospital in San Fran (my parents must have been really happy to see each other…gross) and that is when the shit started hitting the fan.

We were a nice happy family for a little while and then mom found out that dad was cheating on her with a friend that mom had made. If that wasn’t bad enough, the lady my dad cheated on mom with also had kids and was married. From what I have been told, minor altercations were had and my mom said “fuck y’all, bitches” (maybe not quiet like that) and took my brother and I back to El Salvador.

We stayed with Grandma (fathers’ side and not same town as home town) for 2 years. I don’t remember much about those days. I recall just being a kid and being a little mischievous and stuff. I do know that some super cute pictures of me were taken while I lived there. What can I say? I was a damn cute little one and I was even cuter in pictures.