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Look at what this little fruit cake does in his spare time.Writes autobiographys about himslef and makes gay ass poems..He thinks he is some fly ass puerto rican mack..He's just a dirty ****in ******, a snitch who said he's gonna have the cops at my door, and a wanna be cop..***ggiitt I hope you die..
Here is "undefeateds" autobiography he made for himself
Thursday, February 07, 2008
The Struggle of "Luis Daniel Soto"
"The Struggle"
Luis Daniel Soto, born on September 15'th 1987 in Queens, NY. Raised by my mother and father. Hispanic Puerto Rican kid going from Puerto Rico and New York back and fourth. Luis was a nerd, going to school, trying to get good grades, untill the fourth grade came and Luis started to experience anger. Anger lead to getting suspended and violent behavior. All of those negative actions eventually lead to being held back in the 4th grade.As the clock turned someone very important from my life was eventually taken away. May my father rest in peace. Ever since then, I was an angry child. Not noticing back then, but noticing now. Moms would be always working, Grams and gramps were always there for me. My grandmother and Grandfather were like my parents basically. All the skills they possesed, I inherited. My grandfather was the boxing fanatic, I became one also. I remeber watching my first fight. Tito Trinidad. Feel in love with his style, his pride he had for his country! Me watching fights lead to me having a couple of fights after school, but no one ever knew. Slap boxing matches in middle school which lead to going to dean offices and suspensions. As I got older, my mind got wiser, and also pointed in a wrong direction. Cutting classes, playing hooky, eventually lead to staying home and not going to school at all. All of that lead to dropping out. Street boxing became popular around the way. All of us would gather on certain days and box till everyone went home, or people gave up or were to tired. I feel in love with hitting people. I got my ass handed to me a couple of time, but I eventually surpased the fear of getting hit. Watching fights taught me alot, watching Trinidad, De La Hoya, Bernard Hopkins, Marco Antonio Barerra fight taught me alot. I was never trained by anyone, I trained myself watching fights. Never had the money to train, parents paying bills as it is. If I were to work I wouldn't have time to go to the gym. Its hard. Then not to long ago, someone very important in my life passed away since my father left me. My grandfather, the reason why I loved the sport, the reason why I wanted to fight. He loved the sport so much, that I've always visualized him coming to one of my fights. That isn't possible no more. The best I can do is fight for him. I can't though. Something is holding me back. This wall of doubt, deterence, darkness. Its blocking my path. Preventing me from reaching my goals. God is testing me, he knows of what I can become, and he blocks my path, he is testing me. Is this anger, this passion. Its a weapon. Once I get to where I am, I will never look back. For those who claimed they helped me, people who claimed they know me. I see it for a fact that things will change drastically. I will never want to go back from where I stand now. Nothing but wasted efforts, regrets and mistakes. All is left is to await what happens in the near future. Time is ticking, and no one is getting any younger. The struggle has got to come to an end. No more games. Anyone below 135 pounds.. Get ready to be shocked. The baby faced assassin is coming.
Here is "undefeateds" autobiography he made for himself
Thursday, February 07, 2008
The Struggle of "Luis Daniel Soto"
"The Struggle"
Luis Daniel Soto, born on September 15'th 1987 in Queens, NY. Raised by my mother and father. Hispanic Puerto Rican kid going from Puerto Rico and New York back and fourth. Luis was a nerd, going to school, trying to get good grades, untill the fourth grade came and Luis started to experience anger. Anger lead to getting suspended and violent behavior. All of those negative actions eventually lead to being held back in the 4th grade.As the clock turned someone very important from my life was eventually taken away. May my father rest in peace. Ever since then, I was an angry child. Not noticing back then, but noticing now. Moms would be always working, Grams and gramps were always there for me. My grandmother and Grandfather were like my parents basically. All the skills they possesed, I inherited. My grandfather was the boxing fanatic, I became one also. I remeber watching my first fight. Tito Trinidad. Feel in love with his style, his pride he had for his country! Me watching fights lead to me having a couple of fights after school, but no one ever knew. Slap boxing matches in middle school which lead to going to dean offices and suspensions. As I got older, my mind got wiser, and also pointed in a wrong direction. Cutting classes, playing hooky, eventually lead to staying home and not going to school at all. All of that lead to dropping out. Street boxing became popular around the way. All of us would gather on certain days and box till everyone went home, or people gave up or were to tired. I feel in love with hitting people. I got my ass handed to me a couple of time, but I eventually surpased the fear of getting hit. Watching fights taught me alot, watching Trinidad, De La Hoya, Bernard Hopkins, Marco Antonio Barerra fight taught me alot. I was never trained by anyone, I trained myself watching fights. Never had the money to train, parents paying bills as it is. If I were to work I wouldn't have time to go to the gym. Its hard. Then not to long ago, someone very important in my life passed away since my father left me. My grandfather, the reason why I loved the sport, the reason why I wanted to fight. He loved the sport so much, that I've always visualized him coming to one of my fights. That isn't possible no more. The best I can do is fight for him. I can't though. Something is holding me back. This wall of doubt, deterence, darkness. Its blocking my path. Preventing me from reaching my goals. God is testing me, he knows of what I can become, and he blocks my path, he is testing me. Is this anger, this passion. Its a weapon. Once I get to where I am, I will never look back. For those who claimed they helped me, people who claimed they know me. I see it for a fact that things will change drastically. I will never want to go back from where I stand now. Nothing but wasted efforts, regrets and mistakes. All is left is to await what happens in the near future. Time is ticking, and no one is getting any younger. The struggle has got to come to an end. No more games. Anyone below 135 pounds.. Get ready to be shocked. The baby faced assassin is coming.
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