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Born June 1987. Mayan, Guatemalan, first generation, raised in Southern California by people who came to this country around 1985 with faith and not much else. Fourteen schools, a lot of broken bones, and a permanent inability to leave a thing unopened.
I'm a dad of three girls first. After that, in no order that matters: photographer, audio engineer, rider, drummer, fixer, the guy people call at 2am, and someone who has never once looked at a broken system and been able to walk away from it.
This is not my business site. This is the actual person — the whole timeline, the thoughts, the half-finished ideas, the stuff I don't say out loud. How much of it you see is up to how well we know each other.

Pick a door
Eight of them. Tap one — it opens right here.
1987 → now
Montclair to Rialto to Texas and back. Fourteen schools. Drums at church at fourteen. A camera at twenty-four that redirected everything. A brother I lost in 2015. Three daughters. It's all in order, and it opens up as you go.
Right now
Two wheels and anything with a motor. Drums, and four other instruments I'm worse at. A Celestron pointed at whatever's clear that night. Hiking. Gaming since the Atari. Playing sports, never watching them. Taking apart things that were working fine. Writing a biography my grandkids will read.
And yes, I work
Photography, video, audio engineering, design, AV consulting. Since 2008. One operator, every discipline.
Elevated Collective for artists. Nimra, the software. Sunday mornings at the console. A studio getting built one wall at a time.