I was born on 26th of October 1992. I have a brother named Santino, who is 2years older than me. My childhood was not bad, neighborhood i grew up in was poor, but things went well. Everything went well, for the most part, just a basic childhood you know.

But once i turned 15, i started meeting new people. The people i met were affiliated with local gangs. So that's where my downhill began. I was running small amounts of drugs and even some guns. I earned a little cash, got my adrenaline pumping and i had fun.

Things went really bad around the time i turned 16, i was busted for carrying some marijuana i was told to deliver to some guy. I went to jail for 6months, started training out in there and planning on my future.
Once i got out, i continued what i was doing but at the same time, i started gathering my own group. Everything was going good, i gathered money, guys and all that. I slowly started running my own operation with my brother Tino.

Things started slowly getting on rails and money started rolling in. We had money, girls, drugs, cars and everything we ever wanted.
 I was 18 when i met a girl named María, it was love at first sight type of thing. We started hanging out more and more. I was never the type for one night stands anyway so after 6months of dating i offered her a ring and she accepted.
Everything was going well for many years, but then shit started hitting the fan. Around the time i turned 24, cops started getting closer to us. One day i was headed to our warehouse where we ran our operations. As i got there i saw all the cops, surrounding the whole area. I quickly turned around and drove like crazy to my house. I parked out back, went to head inside and that's when i heard the cops break down the door. I watched through the window as cops went swarming inside and shot my fiance right in the head.

I started running to my car, tears in my eyes. I had no idea what to do, so i headed to my brother's place. I couldn't find him, so i gathered every last piece of money i could find. Then i just thought to myself, there is nothing left here for me. That's when i started driving towards the US.

I drove late into the night, then i abandoned my car and started walking towards the border. I managed to find a way through to the US. I walked for many many miles and found a small village. I asked for instructions to the nearest bus station and took the next bus. That bus was headed to Los Santos.

I arrived at the bus stations, middle of Los Santos. I started wandering around, no idea of what i was getting into. That's when i met a guy named Mano, he showed me the neighborhood where i could meet people in the same position as me. From that day forward Corona was my home.

I had no idea what to do, so i started running with the local Mexican gang. Doing what i knew best, selling drugs and guns. After i gathered little money and contacts, i started doing some basic mechanic stuff in my garage. I thought it was best to get a legal front rolling this time.

After a month of living in Los Santos, i ended up in jail. Some idiot cowboy looking motherfucker busted me for carrying a piece. After i finally got out, i realized that i didn't want to do the small shit anymore.
For a while, I had things going good, had money, houses, cars and friends. But slowly cops started getting too close to us and few of us got shut down. I spend a lot of time just hiding and trying to survive. Eventually, cops busted down doors of every place i owned and i had to do something.
I Gathered everything i could and left Los Santos.
Now i find myself in San Fierro, happened to bump into few of my closest friends and well...We started doing the only thing we can, drugs, guns and money. In just few days things have already started taking shape, got new guys around and everything is running smooth. I'm slowly starting to like San Fierro, it's definitely different.

There's still something missing, i don't know what. But i guess only time will tell.