I remember the exact date when I most behaved like a raged animal. Maybe
because it was on my 18th birthday. I was feeling great that day, as anyone would on
their birthday.I woke up that morning to my mom singing happy birthday to me.
I showered, threw on a fresh white t-shirt and took off to school. I live about 10
minutes in walking distance from school so I would always walk. This was a daily
routine since I was a freshman.
I was known for refusing rides from friends as I walked to school. Maybe because
I get a little more motivation to learn in school if I have some type of exercise in the
morning. My mom would always tell me to take the bus but I didn't like the wait. Instead
of waiting 5 minutes for the bus I'd be more than half way to school. I would always leave
the house with my mom telling me to be careful. We do live in a rough neighborhood.
I was born and raised in Los Angeles. I have older cousins and uncles from a street gang
so I would always feel comfortable if anyone tried to mess with me. It's not that I'm a
coward and can't fight my own battles. It's just that in Manual Arts High School, most
of the students are either affiliated with, or are gangsters, who keep their reputation
going by out numbering and beating their targets.
From my house to school, I walked through two different gang territories. My
side,which is "Harpys" territory (my cousins gang). And the other side which
is "Crips" territory. These two rival gangs have been going at it since before I was born.
Nine years ago, my cousin witnessed the murder of his friend Bryan Verdesoto(R.I.P).
The "Crips" were the shooters because they said, "Fuck Harpys!This is Crip gang!" and
unloaded 6 shots from a 38 magnum.Three shots hit Bryan in the chest killing him
instantly. In rage and in the mood for retaliation my cousin joined the "Harpys" gang.
He always looks out for me and tells me to, "lay low" which...