SKorpioN's Blog

I was born early in the morning on June 2nd in 1970, the son of a Cuban Refugee and a strict Mexican father. My mother was involved in an Anti-Castro group in Havana and escaped from prison to seek refuge in the United States. My father was into alot of gangster shit that seemed to pave the way for the things I would fall into in the years to come. My parents were both hustlers, though, and did what they had to do to provide for us.My father and I didn’t get along as I was growing up, as he was trying to prevent me from taking the same path that my brothers did. It was all around me, though, and nothing he could have done would have prevented the choices that I made growing upMy first memory of getting into trouble was when I was about 12 or 13. I stopped at a deli on the way to school with a friend of mine, who began stuffing shit down my shirt. I just went along with it. Hell, everyone else in my family hustled, I might as well too. We ended up getting caught and I tried my best to hold in my laughter as my friend cried like a little girl in front of the cops. My gangsta days came soon after. I was introduced to Sen, who was the G in our city of South Gate, California which borders Compton and all those areas. He was feared because he hung out with alot of the cats from South Central and Watts. Everything kind of fell into place for me. I was never recruited in a gang or forced into it. I chose it. I started bangin’ with Sen’s homies, which was different from what my brothers were doing. I was with the Bloods, a black gang, when most Mexicans and Latins rolled with their own gangs. But those guys had my back so I never saw a problem with it. Once I started to bang with the bloods, things really started to get crazy. I remember many close calls and many shoot outs where my homies and I were dodging bullets. Most of this went down in the summers of 1986 to 1989. At that time, it was basically a war in the street. Alot of my material comes from that time in my life- friends getting shot, some getting lucky and living. Some not. I had alot of close calls myself.
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