Welcome to Ybor, the American Empire’s new sin city! In the district were every night’s a celebration and every street’s a spectacle, violence erupts when Eliza Christie finally confronts her father’s murderer after four years of being away. Inspired by her beauty and bravery, gifted computer hacker Robby McCloud befriends her with the idea of making it an interesting first year of college. Things get a little too interesting, however, when Eliza reveals a plan to bring about the downfall of the Pierce Syndicate.
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No one is safe from the wolves of the syndicate.
As the vindictive Eliza Christie continues down her path of vengeance, she encounters juxtaposition in two forms of guidance. One comes in the form of a non-violent philosophy that teaches honesty and self-acceptance. The other is in the deadly martial art of ninjitsu. Jumping to four years later, we find out that the underground syndicate has only continued to grow in strength and influence. We’re introduced to the men who are responsible for that growth, namely a prodigy assassin who shows he’s willing to do whatever it takes to complete an assignment.
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Major Kenji Hatanaka
On August 14, 1945, 22 year old Major Kenji Hatanaka organized a raid to seize the Japanese Imperial Palace in an attempt to prevent the Emperor from radio broadcasting their surrender to the Allied Forces. This came just eight days after Hiroshima was bombed. Hatanaka failed in his mission and committed suicide on the 15th.
My imagination goes wild when I read of Kenji’s story. I know that as a millennial, its seems to be an unpopular sentiment to have pride for one’s country. Especially when you live in the so-called “Greatest Nation on Earth”.
So, this is just my unfiltered thoughts that I’m just posting on my website. I usually write it in a word doc, then proofread it, delete a couple of things. But its coming up on 1:30 am and I need to go work out soon. So here goes.
On Saturday, I saw a Comedy Central special of Sinbad performing some awesome stand up. Funny and home-hitting, as expected. But the thing about some of these comedy specials is that you pick up some philosophical thoughts here and there. Comedians are licensed to say what a lot of people are thinking, but we just don’t say out of respect or fear of being labeled this that or the other.
But one of the things he said was that his generation needed to die out. Because the younger generation aren’t aware of the racism that his generation had to deal with. He joked that a youngster once told him that, “racism doesn’t exist anymore”.
And depending where you’re from or who you’re dealing with. That may be true. Our country has come a long way. Much further than a lot of us millennials like to give credit for. But since race has died down, there are other social groups in arms fighting for what they perceive is worth fighting for, but this article isn’t about that.
While I do somewhat agree with Sinbad, that I think people with the archaic mindset of racism and strict ethnic traditions do need to perish before we as a nation can move forward in unity, I also fear that with their disappearance, a sense of national pride will also perish. And that is a very scary thought.
We see it. More and more, thanks to the entertainment industry, our youth and the impressionable (nice way of saying sheeple) are falling for that crap MTV and reality TV is spitting us about how being a douchebag can indeed pay off. How…I’m sorry. I’m getting off topic again.
The point is, with a loss of national pride, this country can be easily defeated. And some people don’t even care about that. A couple of weeks ago we just learned that if you kidnap one of our soldiers, we’ll give you five in exchange for him. I know I’m not the only one who sees how decisively weak that makes us look. And people like to point and say, “oh it wasn’t Obama’s fault. People need to stop blaming, Obama.”
That’s not the point. The President of the United State is essentially our frontman, our quarterback, our captain. I know people in the army right now who hate his guts, but respect him to say, “He’s still our commander and chief.” Which, I think is an honorable attitude to have. I still cringe when I remember Bush being booed out of the White House. And it pisses me off further when I recall that asshole who threw a shoe at him. What was worse was when our fellow Americans laughed at Bush for that. That bastard didn’t just throw a shoe at Bush. He threw a shoe at a representation of the USA whether you voted for him or not.
I just went on a rant there…what does that have to do with Kenji Hatanaka. Well… To be honest, I can sympathize with him a bit. Think about it. This is a good writing exercise. What if a foreign country bombed two of our most prominent cities and then the US president gave in to broadcast a surrender to those countries? What would you do? How would you feel?
Then I dove deeper. And this is how messed up my thoughts go. What if the US dropped another atomic bomb on a country that was catastrophic. So catastrophic that the United Nations declared war on the US.
There’s a movie called “Emperor” Starring Tommy Lee Jones as Gen MacArthur. It’s on Netflix. You should check it out to see a new perspective. But in this movie, The US has just won the war and is now occupying Japan. MacArthur and his Brigadeer General Fellers are tasked with deciding whether or not to try Emperor Hirohito for war crimes.
What if the shoe was on the other foot. After being rocked by two atomic bombs with a foreign country invading our land and storming the white house, trying to decide the fate of the US president, would we sit back and allow that to happen? Would we do as Kenji Hatanaka did, form a party and try to rescue the President against the President’s wishes?
I don’t know. With our stance so…so lackadaisical…I don’t know. Alright. So I’ll probably delete this post after a week or two. But yeah. Its here for now.
The day has finally come. The flagship masterpiece I’ve been working on for close to five years is now released on Amazon and Google Play. “The Three Kings of Ybor” opens the door to 200 years in the future when the world’s largest city has become a playground for organized crime. After the detective who first suspects a CEOs criminal involvement is murdered, his already spiteful and vindictive daughter embraces her need to retaliate in this up and coming tale that indulges on the themes of revenge, rivalry, and rebellion.
Volume 1 contains the first five chapters. On the wake of her father’s murder, Eliza Christie stalks the streets in search for answers and finds an unlikely ally in the form of a narcissistic mercenary.
Today…Today marks a the start of a new chapter in my life. From here on out, I’m taking my life seriously…as if every last precious minute is worth more to me than…
Just back from my cousin’s graduation in Colorado Springs. It was a blast. I’m well aware of my flaw in the sense that I don’t know how to relax, but I somehow managed for five whole days. That’s five whole days without checking my e-mail, facebook, or twitter.
On the day of my return, I was itching to get back to Tampa. It’s like…that vacation was my very own halftime…now I’m about to begin my 3rd and 4th quarters. I have so much work to do. Over the course of June and July, I plan on releasing seven e-book of my first novel “The Three Kings of Ybor”. That’s one e-book of well over 50 pages every other week. And I need to do it all before September 1st. Because on September 1st…I just might be overseas…Here’s hoping.
So as much as I love my cousins, aunts and uncle, I couldn’t wait to get back.
But on the flights back…something occurred to me. Maybe that’s why I try to avoid being around people. Because they always seem to remind me of what I’m missing. Almost everyone was with someone. Everyone had someone to talk to. Someone to call. And when we got back to Tampa, there were people waiting for them…reunions.
And as I sat back, waiting for the baggage claim conveyor belt to bring out our luggage, I saw these heartfelt reunions, the affectionate embraces. The longing made evident by the sheer joy on their faces. I wasn’t envious. I didn’t loathe their presence. But I confess…I became aware.
I thought of the people I knew in Tampa. I wondered if anyone missed me. Did I miss them? If I suddenly got on another plane and took off without a care for the destination or what lay ahead of me, would they “long” for my return.
Hmph…Foolish thoughts. Selfish thoughts. I smile as I relaxed in my seat and continued taking in the sights of hugs and kisses. People aren’t that bad. If I wanted to be welcomed, I would’ve told everyone about my departure and reminded them about my arrival. But I intentionally avoided doing those things because I didn’t want anyone to miss me. Why? I honestly still don’t know.
Then I laughed out loud at how stupid and weird I am. I know who’s waiting for me upon my arrival. My awesome Chrysler 200 is waiting for me. My cool apartment that I cleaned spotless before I left, was waiting for me. The law firm where I conjure up stories is waiting for me. My writing and research is waiting for me. “Welcome Rock! By all means, go nuts” they tell me.
hahaha! I’m not sure if this personification is just the beginning of a long life of isolation…but I’m tired of worrying about future relationships or lack there of. Those detrimental thoughts drag me down and I can’t afford to carry them with me. I’m not everyone else. I’m Rock. It’s difficult not to compare. But thankfully, I have a strong line of mental defense.
At my cousin’s graduation…the salutatorian got up at the podium and talked about how you shouldn’t compare yourself to everyone because there will always be someone better. And the people applauded.
I didn’t applaud. I wanted to say… “It’s probably that thinking that kept you from being valedictorian…Whether she was being general or not, it’s not a message the future generations should carry with them. Till the day I die, I will always strive to be the best at what I do. Like a fine wine, I will keep getting better.”
The Night My Mother Tried to Have Me Arrested – A Reason To Push People Away
May 11th, 2014
By: Rock Kitaro
In the summer of 2004 my mother had just called the cops on me in the midst of an argument in which she claimed that she felt threatened by me. I wasn’t on drugs. I didn’t have any abuse problem or was physically violent. I never even curse (in this situation). The police were called to our house due to a verbal dispute in which my mother claimed she felt threatened. For this, she tried to have me arrested.
The cop, a very understandable yet stern fellow, slapped cuffs on me, brought me out to his squad car and kept shouting at me.
“You’re seventeen son! SEVENTEEN! And you’re about to throw your life away.” He barked.
“On what charge? I didn’t do anything wrong.” I growled, my face heated with frustration.
“We can book you with disorderly conduct, son. Now is that what you want?”
The flashing red and blue lights lit up our middle class single story brick house. The neighbors…my future friends were watching. This sort of thing didn’t happen everyday in my neighborhood. But its like they say. You hold something in for so long…you’re bound to explode.
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Before I continue. I want to point out that I love my mother and cherish her. The events that I’m about to disclose happened a decade ago and I’ve already spoken with her about this release. She completely understands why I’m doing this and even laughed when I told her what the title was going to be.
To help you explain the events leading up to the night in question. Allow me to paint the backdrop. Or you can scroll ahead until your reach red colored font to jump to the “what” instead of reading about the “why”.
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Why Claiming to be Different Can Make You look like an asshole…
Yes, I’m quite sure I’ll probably receive a lot of hate for this and lose so many twitter followers, but I wouldn’t be calling myself a writer if I was afraid to speak up on a subject that I feel is yet another trend in which people are making themselves look foolish.
First off, let me begin by giving most people the benefit of the doubt. When they say that they are “different”…I think what they really mean is that they have the courage to just be themselves. Everyone by definition is different in some way. There is no one else on this planet who is exactly like you. The whole saying that someone else out there is going through what you’re going through, is an insulting exaggeration that should never be told.
But what if I told you that you’re proclamation of being different…is actually a subconscious, vain declaration of saying that you think you’re better than others. Like those who are fortunate enough to be amongst a group of people with similar interests? Or that you’re better than those of similar goals, and it’s the reason why you’ll succeed over them. That’s just food for thought. I’m not saying this is the absolute way it is. Calm down.
“Rock! So what if people want to think that they are different? Why not let them?”
Well… How would I know? How would anyone knows what another truly thinks unless they broadcast it? So if you were to rephrase the question and ask me, “Rock, if people want to say that they’re different, why not let them?”
I’d answer with. “Because I think those people have no f**king clue as to what they’re talking about.”
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By: Rock Kitaro
Date: April 3rd, 2014

Food for thought…
While it may be true that actions speak louder than words…It can be a bit problematic because a person’s “actions” can say a lot of things and be misinterpreted. Especially with my generation where most people seem to simply flow whichever way the wind (trends) blows. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been put in a situation where a person is telling me one thing, but their actions say another. … like this nonsense of thinking to themselves in a glorified fashion that they are “different”. … No you’re not… And its not an insult to say you’re normal, but that’s not what this post is about.
I won’t go so far as to say that the person is lying when they’re actions contradicts what they’re vocally trying to convey. But I think the word “lying,” is misused way too often as an adult. What people mean to say, is that another person is simply “mistaken”.
A “Lie” is a false statement made with the intentions to deceive.
But if a person makes a statement that they honestly believe is correct, and yet it turns out that they’re wrong. This doesn’t mean they’re lying. They’re just mistaken. Get it?! 😀
The purpose of this post is to combat that statement of “actions speak louder than words.”
I just illustrated how a person can be vocally misleading. But their actions…you know, with them being louder than words… can also be misleading on a very frustrating level. Both men and women should know what I’m getting at. When a girl or guy is really nice to you, doesn’t mind talking to you, and even flirts with you a little bit…but Oh! She or he is in a relationship. Their actions were a bit misleading, weren’t they?
Or it could be the case that the guy or girl is just extremely gregarious with everyone they meet. And it could be you letting yourself believe that the other person is hitting on you when they’re not. Of course, if you are the gregarious type, you should be able to spot those with low self-esteem and use caution as to not lead them on. That’s just being responsible.
And there’s the thing to keep in mind that everyone is their own individual. A person may love you and just doesn’t know how to show it. Even if they do show it, and its not enough, is that really their fault? Or Yours?
This is where experience comes to play. And better still…experience with individuals outside of your circle of friends, race, religions, political opinion, orientation, culture, etc. The more contact and conversations you have with a diverse array of people, the better experience you’ll get at discerning the truth between the chaotic utterings of both actions and words.
Sidenote – If you’re constantly being disappointed by people. Instead of blaming the others, it could simply be because you have bad judgment.
P.S. This is regarding relationships. Not ambitions. Yeah…if you talk about building a bridge all day and don’t take any steps to getting it done…shame on you…
She Hates You Because She Likes You – A Romantic Theory
By Rock Kitaro
Date: March 10, 2014
Epik High – “Don’t Hate Me” (Korean Music) –
Before you get the wrong idea and think that this is dating advice, let me clarify that it’s not. The following is yet another observational theory in which I explain a romantic phenomenon that’s been told since antiquity.
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WARNING! This is one of those blue-pill, red-pill moments. Once you read this, your thought process will probably never be the same. Your eyes will be opened and there’s no going back.
This is an idea that I developed back when I was twenty-one years old. I’ve told it to several friends and family members when they vented to me about someone doing them wrong. But I tell you…I had no idea the concept would apply to people who are senior citizens. When my grandmother heard it just yesterday. She told me, deeply impressed. “I gotta give it to you, Rock. You really are one smart man.”
With that, let me explain.
My grandmother, in her late seventies, was telling me about a pastor at her church who seems to hate her. Always making backhanded statements towards and displaying a bitter attitude towards her. She goes to shake his hand, and he doesn’t even make eye contact to her. He talks about her behind her back and even goes so far as to make esoteric statements in the middle of service, insults directed solely to her.
As she revealed her agitations, I couldn’t help but smile. This is what I told her.
“If a person who’s attracted to you can’t receive your love…then they’ll settle for your scorn. Because if you love a person. Or hate a person. One sentiment both of them have in common is that your object of affection is thinking about you. And sometimes, that’s all you really need. All you really need is to know that your crush is thinking about you. So they’ll piss you off to the extent where you’re so angry that you’re venting to others about them. Thus, mission accomplished.”
To be honest, it’s kind of why I get irritated when girls I’m interested in complain about other dudes. I think to myself… “Come on, missy. That guy isn’t worth your thoughts.”
When I told my grandmother this, you could hear how impressed she was. Not in the compliments she was bestowing upon me. But by her laughter. She was genuinely thrilled and proud of me for making such a revelation to her. No doubt, she’s heard the cliché of people hitting on those they actually have crushes on…but in her long life of knowledge and experience, she’s never heard it explained before.
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Ybor is a district of Downtown, Tampa Florida.
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When a young street tough stabs a nonviolent door-to-door preacher, a small town urban neighborhood becomes infected by several of the most notorious criminals in the world. Continuing with the “Tales of Ybor” stories, this title contains graphic violence and street level language. While “The Godfather’s Sword” revolves around Braden Pierce, the prodigy syndicate enforcer, “Seven Deaths” introduces us to one of the few individuals who can match him in skill and execution. Gavin Hassell is an indiscriminate killer who sets his own agenda based on the highest bidder and his own private personal constitution.








