TheLegendsLeague | Bryan Espiritu

The Decade.

Hit legal drinking age.
Graduated from high school.
Went to commencement through donations from students.
Applied for college.
Didn’t get accepted to the school I wanted to go to.
Went to college.
Sucked.
Failed typography.
Dropped out of college.
Turned 20
Broke up with my babymother.
Moved back home with my parents.
Fell in love.
Fell harder into alcohol.
Became an alcoholic.
Loved hard but fought dangerously harder.
Started robbing people.
Continued pick-pocketing and petty thieving.
Quit smoking cigarettes.
Kept smoking weed.
Regular fist fights at bars.
Accidentally pick-pocketed a friends girlfriend.
Threw her ID out the window.
Mailed the letter from her mom and her wallet back anonymously.
Risked friendships for money.
Risked friendships for alcohol.
Realized how distanced I had become from my daughter.
Still drank Colt 45s for the taste.
Same bars.
Same clubs.
Same music.
Same people.
Still broke.
Homies fucking ex’s.
Not having homies.
Stopped b-boying.
Went back on meds.
Abused pills and painkillers.
Abused my girlfriend.
Was found by Gavin Sheppard.
Got paid $60 for a flyer design for a k-os show.
Wrote every day.
Drank every day.
Met Brock.
Schizophrenia Schizophrenia Schizophrenia.
Depression.
Hallucinations.
Voices.
Suicide.
Went to college again.
Panic.
Dropped out of college again.
Performed at open mics.
Recorded poetry.
Panic attacks at award shows.
Cheek got cut open.
Sold a bit of weed.
Made a bit of money.
Didn’t really make any money.
Passed out on Eglinton Ave with 2 pints.
Picked up by good cop.
ICVisions.
Learned how to use Photoshop from scanning drawings.
Stole clothes.
Wore blazers.
Bad denim.
Dreads.
Still Broke.
Casey sized pints.
Drove to Florida with less than $200 in my pocket.
Broke her heart.
Broke my own.
4 family members.
No talking to each other.
Climbed out of cab windows on the highway.
Climbed out of bus windows on the bus.
Posted it on YouTube.
Fell in lust with a dread.
Felt unwanted.
Felt confused.
Pulled corkscrews on people.
Beat innocent bystanders.
Fractured hand in early morning 5 on 5 fight.
Always scared.
Bit his thumb.
Reilley’s.
Met Drake.
Choked out friends.
Kicked friends in the face when they were down.
Felt down.
Met Rose.
Years at HMV.
Courtney.
Nana.
Mikey.
Gabe.
Steph.
Laughter.
Crushes.
Fell back in love.
Years and years.
Never met her Italian side.
Couldn’t say I had a daughter.
Moonshine shots.
Break ups.
Make up sex.
Got my nose punched in at the club.
Smashed a glass on her face.
World started spiraling down.
Broken windshields.
2×4′s.
Running from the police.
Sliced wrists.
Stitches.
Admission into the hospital my daughter was born at.
Poetry.
Poetry.
Learned Illustrator.
Did logos.
Made money.
Did flyers.
Made money.
Did press packages.
Made money.
Drank it all away.
Bought shoes.
Worked at Tim Horton’s full time.
Worked at HMV at night.
Felt like a bum.
Slept behind stores.
Slept in alleys wearing $300 denim.
Cuts and bruises.
Got my ass kicked at the movie theatre.
Went to Mexico.
Read the Prophet.
Went back to RockSteady.
Nelly Furtado.
Bus trips.
Fell in love with Los Angeles.
Crystal Meth.
Wake Up.
Tweak.
Old homies turned addicts.
Daughter tells me she doesn’t love me.
I stick around and do what I can to still be in her life.
Continued having dreams of success.
Graphic Design.
Clothing Lines.
Continued having dreams of success.
4GB computer.
No saving images.
Napster.
Dial-Up.
Serial Monogamy.
Gifts.
Deaths of friends.
Mistakes.
Mistrust.
Foolishness.
Guns under the seat.
Near brushes.
Loved for the sake of love.
Finally broke up with the ex.
Met my dream girl.
Butterflies.
Approached her all nervous as hell.
It worked.
We worked.
Loved again.
For the first time.
Got filled with excitement.
Happiness through the pain.
Laughter through the frowns.
Still an alcoholic.
Celebrated 1 month of dating.
Abused an innocent man sitting on his porch while walking to the venue.
Fought with him until the police came.
Punched the cops.
Got my ass kicked by the police.
2 sets of cuffs.
6 officers.
14 Division.
Spat on. Slapped. Pushed around. Naked.
Bleeding out of my ears.
Couldn’t walk from the baton to my knee.
Couldn’t see out the swelling of my eye.
Bets being made by the other dudes in the cells to see who did this to me.
Got bailed out by my father of all people.
Girl of my dreams left me because of my violence and alcoholism.
Lost her love.
Lost all sense.
Lost 45lbs in less than 2 months.
House arrest.
Huge fights within the family.
Quit drinking liquor cold turkey.
Quit smoking cigarettes cold turkey.
Started working out.
Regained her trust.
Beat the case and was ready to make a move.
Saved up for a computer.
Worked on my skills.
Conceptualized TheLegendsLeague.
Started writing about my life.
People on MySpace took interest in my work.
Created a following through friends.
The following grew through word of mouth.
Met Che.
Met Zaki.
Gained friends.
Lost friends.
Designed R.I.P. shirts.
The Year of the Gun.
Everyone losing somebody.
Got a job doing drawings for Axe deodorant.
Still on probation for 3 assault charges.
Lost my Auntie.
Got hired as an in-house Illustrator and Graphic Designer at a marketing agency.
Designed the Canadian launch campaign for PlayStation 3.
Dreams started to become reality.
Reintroduced myself into Toronto’s “scene” to skeptics and kids who didn’t know who I was.
Felt lost.
Had faith.
Released The Jameses Tee.
Got picked up by investors.
T.O. Don’t Love U.
Investors screwed me.
Left the corporate world for The Remix Project.
Met hustleGRL.
Felt at home.
Strippers fucked up my shit.
Friends gone sour.
More money more problems.
Suicide attempt.
IdeallClothing gained momentum.
The blog gained momentum.
$25,000 pay increase.
Left Remix for the money.
Met Will.
Parents finally split up.
Childhood home got sold.
Lost job to the economy.
10 months hustling TheLegendsLeague and IdeallClothing.
$10,000 months.
5 Year Anniversary with the lady.
10 Year old daughter.
Interviews.
Photoshoots.
Facebook.
Twitter.
Clarity.
Uncertainty.
A.D.D.
Completed P90X.
Realized my realest friends are those I knew from the sandbox days.
Reconciled with my mother.
Reconciled with my sister.
Reconciled with my father.
Regained tremendous love for my cousins.
Realized my dreams are possible.
Never asked for favors.
Never put my pride before my honesty.
Never forgot where I came from or what I’ve gone through.
Never lied.
Never cheated.
Stayed honest.
Shared my life.
Attached my heart and soul to the life of my daughter.
Attached the same to the love of my lady.
Wrote a book.
Took a chance.
Believed in myself in full.
Planned to open the official LegendsLeague office/studio space.
Crossed fingers.
Put my chin up.
And went for it.