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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 40
Sign: Cancer

City: BALTIMORE
State: Maryland
Country: US
Signup Date: 1/31/2006

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Saturday, December 30, 2006 

Current mood:  melancholy
Category: Life


Joseph Anthony Soto, Sr. of 1439 Rennert Road, Lumberton, North Carolina, was born in Jersey City, NJ, on May 1, 1974.He finally found peace on December 26, 2006, after a long battle with AIDS, at the age of 32. He was preceded in death by his mother, Miriam Esther Figueroa.


Joe gained the love and respect of almost everyone he met, and although he didn't always show it, he greatly apprecated all the love and care he received from the generous people of Lumberton.

Joe is survived by the love of his life, Sabrina Jones, his three children, Joseph Anthony Soto, Jr., Jada Miriam Soto and Jarren Evan Soto, his brothers, Carlos Carmona and Fernando Quijano III, his sister, Kyra Quijano, and a host of other friends and relatives. He will be sorely missed.


I've written three obituaries in my life, and that had to have been the saddest one so far, not just because he was my baby brother, not just because he died so young, nor just because he is the third member of my family (My mother died in 1991, my uncle Andy a few years later) to succumb to AIDS. Yes, it's sad because he leaves behind a wife and three young kids, but what makes it even sadder is the lost potential of a young man  whose power was never truly tapped.

Yes, there are lessons we can still take away from the loss of my baby brother. Always a "man," he would have us believe that he acquired HIV via unprotected sex, but as he was also a drug addict, could have almost as likely gotten it shooting up heroin. The irony that he died of the same disease that killed my mother and uncle, and that he likely started using drugs as a method of coping with my mother's death (Joe was only 16) doesn't elude me. And I'm sure we all need the occassional reminder that AIDS is still virulent here in the U.S.

Nevertheless, I will miss him and his stories. He had many to tell, all entertaining, many I will never hear. Below is a poem, a rap, that Jojo started, and that I helped to polish. It's neither the best example of Hip Hop nor poetry, but it reflected a moment in our lives when we used our grief to create something together. Something we were both proud of. After all, isn't good art merely an honest attempt at expressing our deepest emotions?

Rocked by Ages
    You think you had it rough
    Well I think I had it rougher
    Mommy was a dope fiend
    Daddy was a puffer
Five years old and learning how to suffer
    watching Mommy jump from one man to another

Daddy disappeared when I turned Seven
    He's in jail or hell... know he ain't in heaven
Nine years old, livin' off cheese & Kix
    Mommy sold the foodstamps so she could get her next fix
Eleven years old, first time I saw the needle in her arm
    Imagine my confusion, imagine my alarm
    Just that day, I learned about drugs in school
    They said it was for losers, they said it was for fools
    Tryin' to get her to stop, I laid down some law
    She just laughed in my face, said it was my fault
& I crashed

Thirteen years old, hitting rock bottom
    The disadvantages of life, yeah I got 'em
    so I hit the bottle and the joint to set me free
    Started off slow, but soon nothing could stop me
    'til I looked in the mirror, and all I saw was Mommy
Fifteen, time to quit while ahead
    Before I was too deep, before I was dead
    while at it, I'd get Mommy out too
    Get her in rehab, start our lives brand new
    But for Mommy things would never be the same
    Cuz she'd caught that big disease with the itty bitty name
Sixteen years old, at the hospital to say goodbye
    But I couldn't say shit, I just watched Mommy die
& I crashed...


Currently listening:
Prodigal Son
By The Saints
Release date: 25 October, 1990
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You and your family have my heart and my prayers ~ and you have my utmost respect for sharing the love of, and for, your brother in a way that lets us see him. This vision of a precious child and his brother torn by life and death is a brave lesson I will always hold. May God bless you.


 
Posted by recherche on Saturday, December 30, 2006 - 10:26 PM
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¡The Word Pimp!
Fernando Quijano III

 
Thank you.
 
Posted by ¡The Word Pimp! on Sunday, December 31, 2006 - 2:05 AM
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Glinda the Good Witch of the North

 

I don't know how I missed this post.  I'm so sorry for your loss.  My deepest sympathy to you and your family.  Though his voice is silent, Jojo's spirit lives on in the lives of those he touched and in the spirit of those he left behind.  Blessings to you all....

Kim


 
Posted by Glinda the Good Witch of the North on Wednesday, February 21, 2007 - 6:00 PM
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Carlos

 
I find this obituary very sad in more ways than one. The last time I spoke to my brother Joe on the phone was the day he died very reminiscing to the last conversation I had with our mother days before she died.Its very sad but they shared the same death.I hear from our sister that in his death bed he did accept Jesus Christ as his lord.I know faith is not a popular thing among today's blog generation but when a 16 year old kid spends the next 17 years of his life in a earth bound hell, I don't know about the rest of the world but salvation would seem pretty good to me.I am very happy to see Fred has found a place for his talent.I only wish is that if I die before The Word Pimp he won't feel incline to write my obituary about his late brother Charly and how he would be missed.Aside from that I only wish his writing makes all his wishes come true. I'll be in Maryland next summer with my sister Kyra and we can remember when we were four.Good bye Jo Jo
 
Posted by Carlos on Wednesday, September 19, 2007 - 12:11 AM
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¡The Word Pimp!
Fernando Quijano III

 
¡CHUCK! Welcome.

It is sad. Sadder still is that this is not a truly unique story. We're losing generation after generation while we spend billions on trying to stop drugs from getting into the country to no avail. I'm glad for Joe that he was able to find some solace in his darkest hour, regardless to whom he prayed for that salvation. Peace of mind is invaluable when you have little else. When you get here, we'll have a lot of reminiscing to catch up on. ¡Much Love Bro!
 
Posted by ¡The Word Pimp! on Wednesday, September 19, 2007 - 2:28 AM
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Carlos

 
Well, Thank you Fred!

I wrote a whole lot in answer of your comments. But unlike you I won’t do it for show nor would I show you up in front of your audience I can’t do that. I erased them all. I will respect your world and will never tread on it again. I think you know what I feel about what you wrote.I’ll browse once in a while to see how are you doing. I’ll even take some big brother pride in knowing you are trying to leave your mark. Like I said before I’ll be in Maryland next summer with my only sister reminiscing when we were 4.
 
Posted by Carlos on Tuesday, September 25, 2007 - 1:02 AM
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¡The Word Pimp!
Fernando Quijano III

 
Far be it from me to discourage democratic discourse on what may well be the most democratic of forums. As a matter of fact, only through discourse can we truly learn the strengths and weaknesses of any argument, not to mention promote further discussions than can create common ground among various points of view. I resent, and am hurt a bit, that you feel I do this for show. If anything, I discuss these things because I am more concerned about society uniting to save itself as a whole rather than society continuing to divide itself and preoccupy itself with the salvation of the few. If you felt I attempted to show you up, I offer my sincerest apologies. My intentions were to let my audience know my personal viewpoint on your comments. It is important that I remain (AND remain to be seen) as inclusive. If you're concerned about showing me up, don't be. My ego's neither that fragile nor that big. And as far as "the audience" is concerned, Joe's Obituary has been up for nine months now. I seriously doubt that anyone will revisit it at this point. Besides, if I felt anything you had to say was just that threatening, I have to option of deleting it. Or you have the option of sending your observations privately.

Nevertheless, I know, generally, how you feel about what I wrote. To each his own. I simply cannot bring myself to worship anything that saves its worshippers regardless of their virtue (or lack thereof) while condemning non-believers however virtuous. If that condemns me to Hell, well I'm sure Mahatma Gandhi and I will have great company. Look at it this way. If this were Nazi Germany, I would rather be jailed & killed with those who resisted than complicit with a plan that called for the salvation of society by purging what many saw as its scourge. ¿See you this summer?
 
Posted by ¡The Word Pimp! on Tuesday, September 25, 2007 - 6:46 PM
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Carlos

 
Well I hate to go back on my word for I am a man of my word not like some of my other male family members but after such self indulging rambelling I just have to tread on your space at least this one more time .Before I continue just two disclosure: the following has no relavance on our profecional writting just on your pathetic feedback to what I express on this page. Second I wrote on this venue for two reasons: it was about Joe and you cut me of from your life. You kept your distance and wouldn’t answer my calls.So if you delete this will it be diffrent from deliteting me from your life like you have alreading done. Go ahead delete away , thats you.

Lets just start with a simple observation I know you Fred at your core and what I hear from you on this matter is an examble on how a person hides his apathy and desregard for his own family with this preocupation for the greater good of mankind. Drugs are an epedimic we can’t solve it,the big picture doesn’t work on us all. Just think if every persons asumes his full responsability and care for those around him all those world problems you quote so freely and try to show your audience how inclusive you are wouldn’t bare just such a great burden on society. The problem with having ones head above the clouds is that we miss out on the real important thing around us.

How can one be so hipocrete on the perils of society when we doesn’t even care enough to know that is older brother develope a Heart condition. If ones family dies no big deal as long as ones worries on things one can’t control. Your pathetic answer evaded the fact that our brother died. Not just any junkie Fred it was Jo Jo and you like the Pendejo you have always been couldn’t pick up the pone and tell me we was in his death bed. Even after he died you weren’t man enough to call. Please no calls now of worries about me after reading this I’m doing fine. It takes 3 pills a day but I’m doing great.

To read the extreme comparison to Jo Jo’s perhaps only act of fate to Nazi Germany shows your great objectivity and perpective on the scope of things. Oh please and this marter thing about you and Gandi camping out in hell roosting marshmellos protesting religión doesn’t work for me. Lets get our facts right before he sing camp songs with the Diablo.Gandi was deeply religious and because of this great fate and studies on Hindu philoficies he forged is morals and values. Rev. Martin Luther King followed the same path. Lets not forget the radicals, Malcolm X lived and died with the words and teaching of the profet is his hands and oh no Che Guevara the great comunist liberator took comunión often.Does religión save the world, God no but I was glad Joe found peace, if he really did ¿ The great bullshitter that he was it was perhaps the way to get the minister of his back. Next summer you and me? Why? Being a family is about trust and love. Have you shown either?
 
Posted by Carlos on Saturday, September 29, 2007 - 4:49 AM
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