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One of God’s Greatest Angels…


Throughout our lives we meet individuals that we sometimes develop a friendship with and if all goes well you become best friends down the road. You become inseparable and always hangout as if you’re bothers / sisters. Talking about random stuff while helping out each other with a problem that we are stuck on. You look up to each other as if you’re heroes to one another. There may not be a special costume you’re wearing with them but they see it within our normal clothing.

This great individual in the picture above was my best-est friend in the whole world, his name is David Angulo. We met in early high school since we had a couple classes together. At first we just talked here and there in class since it just passed the time. Gradually we talked more and soon learned we had a lot in common since we both shared a great sense of humor. Got in trouble a few times in class together but we were always laughing when we got written up.

We spent most of our time in our TV Productions class since we were the best in the class when it came to shooting / editing anything with photos or videos. While in there we would use the equipment and make our own funny videos behind the teachers back and it was always hilarious because well, we just made it fun. We got tired of not being able to use the equipment that we kept being promised we would use but it never happened since the teacher couldn’t do shit. Always laughing till our guts were hurting. Since we were the best our teacher wouldn’t really send us to the principle or anything like that because no one else could operate the equipment without supervision. We were having fun from sophmore to senior year in that class and I’m glad I still have a good memory of those fun times.

Senior year we really became close and were always hanging out when we had the chance. Since we had our licenses and had our own rides, we went everywhere. Of course I was driving most of the time since we usually had other friends come along on our adventures and his was a two seater. Most of the time we were at the beach just relaxing and talking about everything. Sometimes we would just wing it and go on a small road trip and see what we can do. There were even times where it would just be a night drive to nowhere, listening to music and just cruising the streets. Never forget those times.

One memory I will never forget is when we decorated his car for his birthday. I remember it like it was yesterday. David had told us his friends that he wanted us to decorate his car on campus during school hours just for shits and giggles. So we happily delivered him the request he asked for. We of course got supplies that were safe on cars and didn’t do anything that we thought would damage the car. In the picture below you will see we signed our nicknames all over the car. It’s amazing how most of those signatures are from people that both David and I were friends with but over time started to just walk out of our lives. The wheels took the most time to do and I wish I got more pictures but as we were finishing up the assistant principle and campus police saw us on the cameras and came out to see what was going on. As soon as we saw them we bolted and just met up at the plaza down the street from the school. I remember when we text David to meet us at the plaza when he got out of class and he was like “Alright I’ll see you there”. We all started laughing because he obviously hadn’t gotten to his car yet and he called us laughing hysterically. All the students that were out front waiting for their rides to pick them up saw David drive through and many were taking pictures from what he was telling us. He arrived at the plaza and hugged all of us and said it was beautiful and he thought we weren’t going to do it or at least this good haha. He kept all that shit on it for the whole day driving around town and I’m sure people were like what in the hell?!

(The school asked him if he wanted to press charges on us for damaging his car. He responded saying “No, I told them to do it.”…. It baffled them) 

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Everyone has problems in their lives that just sometimes can’t be solved without talking them out to someone. Not a single person in this world has ever dealt with a problem without talking it out first to see what the other person thinks or suggests to do in order to solve it. David and I did that all the time for each other. Whether it be something with work, school, family or even to personal issues regarding ourselves and / or women. This was a daily thing when we started when we enrolled in college. Both of us went to the community college to get our AA degrees and then we would go off to the University we wanted. But sadly David stopped going to school because of financial reasons and other obstacles in his life. We still stayed close and always hung out when we weren’t consumed by life.

The time came for me to go off to my University since I had finished getting my AA degree at the community college. It was tough for me to hangout with friends because all I would think about is how much I’ll miss them. I was going to be 4 hours away in an area of which I knew no one or the area in general. David would always tell me he was very proud of me and everything I’ve accomplished. I was more proud of him…

A new chapter started in my life and I was scared as hell. New place, new school, new people…. It was overwhelming. Over the course of time I was enrolled at my University I was always talking to David via text, phone, Skype etc. Always there to help me when I needed it the most. Coaching me through things especially when it came to meeting women since I didn’t have my right hand man next to me where I was. When I was able to come home to visit I would always let David know so that we would make time to get together and have a great adventure.

When I turned 21 I drove back home and spent it with my family and friends. Every night was an adventure and the best one was with David. I remember we put on our best clothes since we were going downtown where all the people were. He drove since we both knew I was going to get so drunk that I would probably need help walking to the car. So we started drinking and he kept buying me drinks like it was no tomorrow. I got so drunk that I made out with one of the girls that came with us (I was so embarrassed and pissed when he told me the next day when I was hungover). I also almost got into a fight with a dude that was outside the place we were at and David was there to stop it from happening because it would get ugly. We stayed out all night and David had an 8am class the next day and since it was about 6am when we were done with the night he just went to class without sleep. One of the best nights of my life.

Over the next couple years I would go home when I could and do my best to spend some time with David since I was always home for a limited time. It was always tough for me to hangout with everyone that wanted to see me but I always made David first on my list. Many people would bail on me at the last min and just leave me bored and wondering what to do. I learned overtime that those who were supposed to be my “friends” just forgot about me even though I wasn’t even gone that long. It ate away at me and David would help me understand that it was going to happen throughout my life if I liked it or not. After all the people bailing on me I just kept my visits home very short or at least lay low so no one would know I was around.

In the fall of 2013 I was taking some more intense courses that were part of my Major in Photography so I could continue on in order to graduate in the next year. I was feeling burned out and less motivated to continue on. I was of course dealing with other personal things in my life that played a role in this. Of course I had a lot of friends by me at school that I talk to about my problems but I would go to David a lot since I was more comfortable with him. We would talk for hours and he would give me advice that could possibly help me in certain ways and most of the time he was right. Of course in these discussions he would bring up some problems he was having and would ask my opinion on them and see what ways he could do to deal with them. I would always do the same as he would do for me and give the best advice I could to help him out. We always felt better after these talks and both of us would be smiling after hanging up the phone. I always looked forward to seeing him and the family and spending time over Christmas break.

An individual so strong not just physically but as well mentally made me see him as a superhero to me. I always saw myself growing up with him and that when we both start our families we would be neighbors and let our children have play-dates together. Helping out each other with projects around our homes or just hanging out like when we were younger… But things turned out different than I anticipated.

Just when I finished my fall semester of 2013 and getting ready to go on Christmas break, my world came to a crashing halt. My parents were up by me visiting since they wanted to help me fix a few things in my condo. I was getting ready for work when I read on my Facebook news feed that one of Davids younger sisters posted a status that would change my whole world forever. “David Angulo. My big brother. My hero. My best friend. You were everything to me. I love you so much. RIP.”. Everything around me just stopped and silence just engulfed my room. Immediately I called her because I refused to believe it, but sadly it was true… He was gone.

I hit the floor crying my eyes out and kept thinking this is all a dream and that I’ll just wake up any moment now. But it was all too real. I called for my mom and she rushed in and I told her what I just learned. She hugged me and told me that she was so sorry and that everything will be okay. Of course I’m such and mess and I’m not afraid to cry when it’s appropriate but I just wanted to call him to believe it was all just a big joke. I called out of work because I was in no shape to walk in there and just pretend everything was okay and not lose it in front of customers since I work in retail.

I start calling my closest friends from back home to tell them and seek out some help to calm down. The first person I called is also in my circle of best friends and we have been friends since before David. He didn’t believe it either but he helped to calm me down a little since he could only do so much over the phone 300 miles away. I also told a good friend up by me what happened and she rushed over despite me telling her to leave me alone but of course she is stubborn. She brought me a milkshake and hugged me, telling me it was going to be alright. All I kept thinking about is that is has to be a joke.

It was difficult going through the whole process with the funeral. Just being in a room filled with so many sad individuals just made me want sit in the corner and just never move. I watched everyone go up and take a knee in front of the open casket and when it was my turn I just felt the whole room go silent. Many people knew he and I were very close and they were seeing if I would go and kneel alone or with someone. I felt the need to go alone since I wanted to be strong for not only myself but for everyone else there. My mind went blank and the only thing that came out of my mouth that I whispered to his unresponsive body was “I’ll make you proud”.

Gradually everyone inside moved to the outside of the funeral home because they were finishing up everything inside before taking him to his burial. Outside we were all just hugging and talking one another because it’s just too much to process in one sitting. I stayed silent and just kept my sunglasses on since it was both bright outside (not to mention hotter than the sun especially in a black suit) but also I just didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone. As we saw the casket being put inside the vehicle for transportation, we started to get in our cars to follow them to the spot which was still on the funeral homes property but it would have been a far walk.

As we all started to arrive to the burial spot, people started to cry and understand that this was not a dream. The pastor said a few last words before it was officially done and right after he finished, Davids father stood up and said what was on his mind. He struggled to get out what he was saying but we could all understand what he was saying and just how painful it was to sit there and watch your only son be buried. We all took a flower and put it on the casket and gave each of his family members a hug. As I came through they became more upset because they always saw us together when I was around. Just difficult for them to see only me standing there without him by my side. We hugged and expressed some words but we could only do so much to help each other.

When it was all said and done, people began to return to their vehicles. One by one they started to vacate the premises but I just stood there. I was one of the handful of people still there but the others were just talking to each other. I just stood there staring at the casket and even watched the maintenance workers there lower him into his final resting place on this earth. Some people were noticing that I wasn’t moving and would try and come tell me I could leave or whatever but were stopped by my close friends. They told them to just leave me alone because they knew how hard it was for me. After standing for a good 25 mins or so, I decided it was time for me to start walking back to my car. Before I even took one step I looked right at his casket and again I said “I’ll make you proud”. Took one last good look and walked back to my car.

The world lost a good person, but Heaven gained a new Angel.

When will I ever get better?

When will I ever stop being scared?

When will I ever stop making myself sick?

When will I ever learn to move on?

When will I ever let go?

I just want my life back…

Guess I’ll never learn.



Reasons why you should watch the Fast & Furious movies!

It’s NOT just “fast cars” and “scantily-clad girls”

If you want more in-depth view of diversity and strong female character presence in this franchise, check out my two posts below:

And make sure to go watch the movies! GO!

And watch all the behind the scenes, watch how they make the movies, listen to the director/writer commentaries!

BONUS! Even the directors are diverse in race

  • Rob Cohen - white - Fast 1
  • John Singleton - african american - Fast 2
  • Justin Lin - asian - Fast 3,4,5,6
  • James Wan - asian - Fast 7

This franchise is proof that action films can just as easily give great representation and focus on character relationships!

Take this quote from Justin Lin, director of Fast 3,4,5,6

"We can go around the world and do these crazy stunts and scope and everything but ultimately it’s to service the journey home"

Or the quote from Chris Morgan, writer of Fast 3,4,5,6,7

"The overriding theme of this franchise has always been about family - when it really comes down to is the people around you, and it is the place that you call home" 

And even despite the tragic passing of founding member Paul Walker, the cast and crew behind the franchise is determined to continue the films not only in his honor because of his passion for the franchise but also because they know how important representation and diversity is for future generations - as actor Tyrese Gibson puts it:

There’s no way [Paul] would want the franchise to shut down because the movie is successful for a reason. If you all could just show up and look at somebody in the movie that you identify with then the global impact of the movie must continue on behalf of the franchise”

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