I have a very bad temper. Many of you may be surprised by this, maybe not. But its true. Its viscous. I’m Mexican, Native American and Black, its in my blood. (Please no one waste your breath about me saying I’m black and not African American.) Save it. Because it does not matter what race. What matters is who you are and how you treat others and yourself. Now I’m working really hard on this and its a huge part of my book. And they say that the first part of changing a problem is admitting that you have one. You see, I’d rather be mad than sad… its easier. So…