Gabbae96

Hey, My Name's Blake I'm 24 and from Miami. "To really understand someone, the inner workings of their mind and their actions, you must start from the beginning", so here we go. My mother was born in Korea and came to the USA to travel and fell in love with my father in Miami. She was an amazing cook and used to make amazing foods, but thats all I remember about her. My mother was taken from us in cold blood when someone robbed our family mechanic shop. My father never forgave himself. That fateful day he was out with me getting parts while she insisted on staying and working in the office at the shop. My father raised me by himself. My mother did not have family in the USA and my father's only sibling barely talked with us. My father's parents died when he was young. We only had one another, well and the cars of course. I grew up around cars my whole life, building, repairing and restoration on cars were not so different than healing our own wounds. We worked together day and night. Because it was just he and I, I grew up fast. Soon I found myself as his right hand in the shop. Unfortunately, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer when I was 19 and passed right before my last birthday. I decided I needed a change of scenery. Yeah, it would be nice to take on the family shop, but there were too many tough memories. Theres only so much cigarettes and whiskey can do to drown out sorrow. I packed up everything I had and took to Los Santos in the hopes of finding my cousin Everly who I knew was around the same age as me. I strive to become a mechanic again and starting a fresh life while carrying out the dream my mother and father had. I've had to do a lot of hard work to get where I am today but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make my dad proud no matter where he is.