AutoBio.doc

This
is the story of a man. An average man. A man that has gone through countless
trials and tribulations in search of something, exactly what he has
yet to find out.

This
is my story. I am Victor Romero.

For
the last eighteen years I have been the first born of Jose and Juana
Romero. It is
they who are responsible for raising me to be the person I am today.
Having been raised in
the same religious small town in Mexico, they fell in love at a young
age and moved to the
sunny state of California.

Settling
in the beach side city of Santa Monica, my father Jose took up many
jobs. Starting
off as a landscaper at a golf course, he eventually moved on to
become a delivery truck
driver for several companies. Among some of the things he’s delivered
are air conditioners,
water heaters, and all kinds of meats and food products. The amount
of hardships
my father went through to make sure his family received everything
they deserved
is truly inspiring. My mother Juana, on the other hand, started out
as a housewife and
is still one to this day. Lately she has been selling small
sculptures and decorations that she
designs in her spare time, and hopes to start a career through it.

In
those eighteen years since my birth, my mother beared three more
children. Abraham,
aged fourteen years, twelve year old Cristian, and little four year
old Alexis. But let
me tell you, they are not easy to deal with. After numerous bruises,
noogies, and back drills,
I have learned the infinite patience needed in this cruel and unfair
world.

Well,
past explained, I can now move onto the best part, me. I’m a proud Hispanic,
parents born in Mexico, my Grandparents born and raised in Spain
before moving
to Mexico. I can honestly say that I am one diverse guy. I grew up in
a religious environment,
thinking that God was the one who caused everything. I spent eleven innocent
years having good, clean fun. Then came puberty and the high schools.

There
I met the various different characters that became my good friends.
The gangstas,
base heads, slackers, and nerds that helped develop my ideas were all
met during
junior high and high school. As a result of having such a diverse
group of friends, I learned
to be objective and listen to every opinion. At the same time, I had
decided not to let
my opinions go unvoiced. Mind you I don’t spout off recklessly, I
just analyze a situation
then add my input. So basically, having a broad spectrum of friends
has given me a
broad view of the world. As they say, “It’s all good!”.

Now,
my friends are gone. Oh sure, a few of the people I knew from high
school attend
 Cal State Long Beach, but no one from my close group of friends. So
here I am, a new
and different environment to deal with. Clueless as to why I’m here,
I have been dealing
with all kinds of problems to try and get this well respected college
education. Though
I understand that a college degree might possibly help get the most
out of my chosen
career, I try not to think too far ahead.

For
now I’m content with enjoying whatever time I am able to free up
after going to
school and work. Paintball, sketching, and on occasion football are
some of the things I enjoy
doing in this spare time. Not to mention my interest in films, with
people like Kevin Smith,
George Lucas, and Stanley Kubrick among my favorites.

For
now, this is the end. My life isn’t quite over yet, so should I
become famous in
the future for any reason, the longer and more complete version of my
life will be sold at
all major bookstores for the small amount of $49.95.