Saturday, August 02, 2003
I did forget to mention of the events that heppened today, with Joker and ATC, when me, Little D, Shorty, Densil, and some Chick, mobbed in the Impalla down to Laws. Ave. to take out our problem. I think they hid like bitches when we brought the car-load of homeboys ready for war, because they were nowhere to be found.
I will write more later.
I will write more later.
Well, Once again here I am writing another entry in this journal.
At first I wasn't sure how this thing would go, but so far it seems to be pretty cool, and helps me get things off my chest.
I may have spoke a little too soon, when I last said that things were going pretty calm.
The last couple of days have been a little crazy.
I saw some old friends of mine the other day, who I have been thinking about often, and got to talk to them a little bit.
One of them, Rick, is my mom's ex husband, and Chuck, is Ricks brother, both whom I have got to know very well, and partied with on many occasions.
It felt good to see them again, but was kindof a bummer seeing Rick with his cain, looking all messed up.
I guess he has some hip problems, and the Government discontinued his dissability bennifits.
The last I heard he divorced his last wife, which was the one after my mom, and who he cheated on my mom with as far as I know.
Regardless of past issues, he is still a friend to me.
Chuck, being drunk as usual, has not seemed to change much. Every sense his father died, he as been going mostly down-hill, but it is good to see he is still alive.
Yes, Chuck does have a big drinking problem, and a running-his-mouth problem when he get's drunk, but most people don't realize how hard it is for him.
All they probably think about, is how he has lived with his father all life, and how he never truly been out on his own.
You take a guy who has been living with, and suported by his father all his life, it is going to be EXTREMELY difficult when his father dies, and his family who inherited the trailor kicks him out on the street.
Sense then, he has drank almost constantly, in what seems like an attempt to slowly kill himself.
He also found out later that he had hepititis C, which realy got to him.
I could not blame him though, some people were treating him like he is a Walking Biohazard, probably making him feel completly secluded.
My mom was good for that, as she would always have something bad, and dissrespectful, to say to chuck, and chuck still tried to always show her respect.
That man has gone through so much shit, and only now, a couple years later, having gone through some shit myself, can I begin to understand how he truly felt.
Chuck is a good man at heart, and I am sure, despite his imperfections, that God has a special place for him in his heart.
I think I will try to contact them soon, and maybe drink some beers with them, for old times sake.
After I got done talking to Rick and Chuck, I headed back home toward ford street.
Before I got all the way home, I ended up passing by 2 surenos on bikes.
These were the same ones who I was fighting with, when me and Shorty went to "visit" them with a couple baseball bats.
We stared each other down, before one of them, the one who almost put a pick axe in my head, said to me, "What's up motherfucker!"
I turned around and said "what!", throwiing up my arms in a non-verbal statement calling them on to fight.
I kept on going my way, after it seemed like they were going to keep going on their way, but as soon as my back was turned, I heard them coming back toward me.
I pulled out my blade, which I have always called "The Gutter", and held it, ready to mutiliate those gang banger fucks.
They tried to circle me, but soon left after they realized that I don't let shit like that defeate me, and that I don't fuck around.
I am NOT a fucking punk, and I CAN hold my mud.
I have been raized in the shit, lived in the shit, survived in the shit, and have rose above with the determination of a Warrior.
I have been through quite a bit in this short life I have had, and have seen things that many people can not even fathom.
I am not sure it is at all a good thing, but I recently discovered how my reputation is in my city, and how I look in other people's eyes.
Not to bragg, but I guess I was pleased to find out that I am "feared", and respected, by many people from the North to the south end.
From my understanding, sense I have always been a "low profile" person, stayed out of a lot of past drama, have been respectfull to many people, but am able to take care of any buisness which needs dealt with, I have respect, and back-up, from many people I don't even know.
My homebody Ace Dogg, who lives down on Laws ave., told me of how my rep is that of a person who "you don't want to fuck with", and Laws is a street full of thugs and criminals.
This can, and has, served a good use, when it comes to the fact that people probably thought twice before moving against me and my homeboys, but on the same not, I think it could be bad as well.
With a reputation as an "invincible", or hard to fuck with" person, that is all the more temptation for somebody to come test me, and see if I can live up to my reputation.
That is the reason why I feel that it is both safer, yet more dangerous, to hold any kind of rep like that.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think that I am "the shit", nor do I always view myself as "better" then anybody else, but I just know from past experiences, that I can take care of myself.
For a while, it felt like things may have calmed down with the surenos for good, but now I am pretty sure that there is more to come.
Perhaps another full-fledge war. Only time will tell.
Little D came by my work the other day, along with Gail and Densil in the impalla, informing me that somebody tried to Tourch them alive in their car.
He asked me to Ride with them (to go and retaliate), and I assured them that I was ready and willing.
The were ready then, but I had to finnish work before I could go.
They were suposed to meet me after I got off, but I did not get off as soon as I had hoped, so I just missed them.
Little D was there to meet me on Joseph, which is directly off of my street, so we went to my house to smoke some weed and talk about the current issue.
We went and bought some beer at the store, and went to Yokayo school to drink.
I was able get pretty much the whole story according to them by this time, and soon we decided to head up to Cypress, where Gail and her son Densil live. When we got their, we discovered some more shocking news about this conflict.
Between the time I seen them last, and when I showed up after work, there was pipe bomb filled with nails thrown on their poarch.
The Pipe bomb exploded, taking our their window and part of their wall, leaving nails stuck all over the place.
These mother fuckers Bombed a house with KIDS in it, and an old lady.
We were set for revenge now.
We already knew who it was, it was a couple gang bangers who we were currently allied with us against the scraps, sense I had Shorty call a truce between the N.S.L and the now apparant enemies, A.T.C.
The N.S.L. (North Side Life), is a Norteño click with only a small amount of members, but they are more serious, and have more balls then the other Northeño click, A.T.C.
The N.S.L. is made up of several people that I have known at one time or another, mainly people from other Varios throughout the Bay Area.
A.T.C. is a local click, who have been around this city every sense I was a kid, with many members who I have grown up with.
A.T.C. were originaly Surenos years ago, until they switched over from their Blue rags, to Black rags, and started representing our city.
Then, from there, they switched to Red rags when a Norteño from the Bay Area came up to take power.
They have been Norteños every sense, and now it looks like there may possibly be another war with them, like there was a few years ago when they had a confict with my homeboy Big D.
I will probably get into that later. In the meanwhile, I am very cautious of, and am expecting retaliation from Joker, and the other A.T.C. mother fuckers.
If we go to war with A.T.C., and continue to go to war with the Surenos, we may be getting into some difficult situations, biting off nearly more then we can chew.
I am not sure how this is going to go, but me and the homeboys will be ready for anything.
I am going to take a quick break, so I can spin the Glass Pipe, and visit with Ace Dogg and Little D, who are sitting right here with me.
I will continue this entry when I come back---
Well, I am back... It has probably been about a half hour or so. I got side-tracked with discussing relgion with little D.
I am getting spun out though and there is still plenty of dope left ;-)
Here in a bit I think I am going to get realy tweeked out and start cleaning up my room.
Maybe I will write some flows tonight, but I don't know. I will just let things happen as they do.
Who knows, I might even completly write another entry. It most likely depends on if I am TWEEKED the FUCK OUT enough.
I have lots on my mind, but can not choose the words to use, nor do I feel like sitting here much longer.
So I guess this is all for this entry. And again, FUCK spell Check :)
I will write again soon.
At first I wasn't sure how this thing would go, but so far it seems to be pretty cool, and helps me get things off my chest.
I may have spoke a little too soon, when I last said that things were going pretty calm.
The last couple of days have been a little crazy.
I saw some old friends of mine the other day, who I have been thinking about often, and got to talk to them a little bit.
One of them, Rick, is my mom's ex husband, and Chuck, is Ricks brother, both whom I have got to know very well, and partied with on many occasions.
It felt good to see them again, but was kindof a bummer seeing Rick with his cain, looking all messed up.
I guess he has some hip problems, and the Government discontinued his dissability bennifits.
The last I heard he divorced his last wife, which was the one after my mom, and who he cheated on my mom with as far as I know.
Regardless of past issues, he is still a friend to me.
Chuck, being drunk as usual, has not seemed to change much. Every sense his father died, he as been going mostly down-hill, but it is good to see he is still alive.
Yes, Chuck does have a big drinking problem, and a running-his-mouth problem when he get's drunk, but most people don't realize how hard it is for him.
All they probably think about, is how he has lived with his father all life, and how he never truly been out on his own.
You take a guy who has been living with, and suported by his father all his life, it is going to be EXTREMELY difficult when his father dies, and his family who inherited the trailor kicks him out on the street.
Sense then, he has drank almost constantly, in what seems like an attempt to slowly kill himself.
He also found out later that he had hepititis C, which realy got to him.
I could not blame him though, some people were treating him like he is a Walking Biohazard, probably making him feel completly secluded.
My mom was good for that, as she would always have something bad, and dissrespectful, to say to chuck, and chuck still tried to always show her respect.
That man has gone through so much shit, and only now, a couple years later, having gone through some shit myself, can I begin to understand how he truly felt.
Chuck is a good man at heart, and I am sure, despite his imperfections, that God has a special place for him in his heart.
I think I will try to contact them soon, and maybe drink some beers with them, for old times sake.
After I got done talking to Rick and Chuck, I headed back home toward ford street.
Before I got all the way home, I ended up passing by 2 surenos on bikes.
These were the same ones who I was fighting with, when me and Shorty went to "visit" them with a couple baseball bats.
We stared each other down, before one of them, the one who almost put a pick axe in my head, said to me, "What's up motherfucker!"
I turned around and said "what!", throwiing up my arms in a non-verbal statement calling them on to fight.
I kept on going my way, after it seemed like they were going to keep going on their way, but as soon as my back was turned, I heard them coming back toward me.
I pulled out my blade, which I have always called "The Gutter", and held it, ready to mutiliate those gang banger fucks.
They tried to circle me, but soon left after they realized that I don't let shit like that defeate me, and that I don't fuck around.
I am NOT a fucking punk, and I CAN hold my mud.
I have been raized in the shit, lived in the shit, survived in the shit, and have rose above with the determination of a Warrior.
I have been through quite a bit in this short life I have had, and have seen things that many people can not even fathom.
I am not sure it is at all a good thing, but I recently discovered how my reputation is in my city, and how I look in other people's eyes.
Not to bragg, but I guess I was pleased to find out that I am "feared", and respected, by many people from the North to the south end.
From my understanding, sense I have always been a "low profile" person, stayed out of a lot of past drama, have been respectfull to many people, but am able to take care of any buisness which needs dealt with, I have respect, and back-up, from many people I don't even know.
My homebody Ace Dogg, who lives down on Laws ave., told me of how my rep is that of a person who "you don't want to fuck with", and Laws is a street full of thugs and criminals.
This can, and has, served a good use, when it comes to the fact that people probably thought twice before moving against me and my homeboys, but on the same not, I think it could be bad as well.
With a reputation as an "invincible", or hard to fuck with" person, that is all the more temptation for somebody to come test me, and see if I can live up to my reputation.
That is the reason why I feel that it is both safer, yet more dangerous, to hold any kind of rep like that.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think that I am "the shit", nor do I always view myself as "better" then anybody else, but I just know from past experiences, that I can take care of myself.
For a while, it felt like things may have calmed down with the surenos for good, but now I am pretty sure that there is more to come.
Perhaps another full-fledge war. Only time will tell.
Little D came by my work the other day, along with Gail and Densil in the impalla, informing me that somebody tried to Tourch them alive in their car.
He asked me to Ride with them (to go and retaliate), and I assured them that I was ready and willing.
The were ready then, but I had to finnish work before I could go.
They were suposed to meet me after I got off, but I did not get off as soon as I had hoped, so I just missed them.
Little D was there to meet me on Joseph, which is directly off of my street, so we went to my house to smoke some weed and talk about the current issue.
We went and bought some beer at the store, and went to Yokayo school to drink.
I was able get pretty much the whole story according to them by this time, and soon we decided to head up to Cypress, where Gail and her son Densil live. When we got their, we discovered some more shocking news about this conflict.
Between the time I seen them last, and when I showed up after work, there was pipe bomb filled with nails thrown on their poarch.
The Pipe bomb exploded, taking our their window and part of their wall, leaving nails stuck all over the place.
These mother fuckers Bombed a house with KIDS in it, and an old lady.
We were set for revenge now.
We already knew who it was, it was a couple gang bangers who we were currently allied with us against the scraps, sense I had Shorty call a truce between the N.S.L and the now apparant enemies, A.T.C.
The N.S.L. (North Side Life), is a Norteño click with only a small amount of members, but they are more serious, and have more balls then the other Northeño click, A.T.C.
The N.S.L. is made up of several people that I have known at one time or another, mainly people from other Varios throughout the Bay Area.
A.T.C. is a local click, who have been around this city every sense I was a kid, with many members who I have grown up with.
A.T.C. were originaly Surenos years ago, until they switched over from their Blue rags, to Black rags, and started representing our city.
Then, from there, they switched to Red rags when a Norteño from the Bay Area came up to take power.
They have been Norteños every sense, and now it looks like there may possibly be another war with them, like there was a few years ago when they had a confict with my homeboy Big D.
I will probably get into that later. In the meanwhile, I am very cautious of, and am expecting retaliation from Joker, and the other A.T.C. mother fuckers.
If we go to war with A.T.C., and continue to go to war with the Surenos, we may be getting into some difficult situations, biting off nearly more then we can chew.
I am not sure how this is going to go, but me and the homeboys will be ready for anything.
I am going to take a quick break, so I can spin the Glass Pipe, and visit with Ace Dogg and Little D, who are sitting right here with me.
I will continue this entry when I come back---
Well, I am back... It has probably been about a half hour or so. I got side-tracked with discussing relgion with little D.
I am getting spun out though and there is still plenty of dope left ;-)
Here in a bit I think I am going to get realy tweeked out and start cleaning up my room.
Maybe I will write some flows tonight, but I don't know. I will just let things happen as they do.
Who knows, I might even completly write another entry. It most likely depends on if I am TWEEKED the FUCK OUT enough.
I have lots on my mind, but can not choose the words to use, nor do I feel like sitting here much longer.
So I guess this is all for this entry. And again, FUCK spell Check :)
I will write again soon.
