Hello, my name is Steve Aguilar from California Oaks Property Management and I was just leading
message on this phone that I have a work order to fix your sink faucet.
I've been working at California Oaks probably about three or four years now.
I got the job when the economy started to fall.
I learned my handyman techniques from being a survivor.
You know, I moved into assorted buildings that I had to live in to live cheaper.
So I learned how to put in floors and do other things and I just accumulated the skills along the way.
I don't work on that everything is different.
I work on that everything is the same and all you have to do is apply the proper principle
to the mass and it'll work.
Hello, maintenance. Hello, California Oaks.
Hello, maintenance. Hello.
I was just a poor boy from Tennessee raised on the Bible at my grandma's knee.
Why did it turn so bad? Why did it make her sad? Bet she was glad when she died and she was rid of me.
Started running with a boy named a Billy Joe. Had a tamper he could not control.
Ran up the Marysville Robber Bank 4thville shot a sheriff just to prove that we could kill.
Billy Joe, he was lucky that he died that day.
They had a trial and put me on display.
There stood a widow's wife, a child clutching at its side, said that they were alive but dead inside because of me.
Well, the judge looked at me with no remorse. He said, because he needs I have no other choice.
You'll spend your life in jail. You'll turn old and frail. You will die pale.
How right he was. Death eluded me.
Well, that was eight years ago to this very day. I was only 17 when I decided to slay.
So here is a message through time. Dear youth, don't do that crime. Don't waste your life.
Like I did mine.
I play guitar and I play piano.
I play guitar and I play piano. I can ramble around on drums a little bit and I scare cast with my violin.
And I think that's just about it. Oh, percussion. I can play percussion, congos and stuff like that.
Oh, but I'm just talking. Gazing in your eyes. I say I love you. One day, my bed, you may lie.
I think of a child whose life yet untold. What kind of a child for this future do we mourn?
I was just a wasted piece of human flesh that grew up through a society and music saved me.
It was my therapy. The songs that I write, not just songs, they're the feelings that I feel in who I was and how to get them out.
Through the music, I changed myself. I restructured my mind and my brain and it gave me an avenue that I didn't have before.
The only avenue I had before was the party scene. No, I don't consider myself an artist.
I am just a guy that sits alone and contemplates the universe and plays piano.
I am just a guy that sits alone and contemplates the universe and plays piano.
