[RATED M]Hood Memoirs of a White Kid

['tyleR]

DISCLAIMER:

All names & dates, as well as a few minor details, have been changed in these stories.  These are not works of fiction, and as such the proper precautions have been taken to protect anyone other than myself.  These stories contain obscene language, violence, drug use, misdemeanor & felony level crime, and non-sexual adult situations.  If any of this bothers you, or you are under the age of 17, go ahead and abandon ship.

 

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I've never used Creative Writing before, and I haven't written a story of any sort in about 5 years.  My grammar & spelling may be a little off, just bare with me and let me know if I need to do or change anything.  I promise it won't be "unreadable".  

I'm putting each story in it's own spoiler, kind of like chapters.  Makes it easier for me.

 

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[spoiler=THE BEATING]

I really just wanted some weed.

 

That was my main concern at the time, that was the reason I put myself in that particular situation.  Truthfully, drugs were the reason many of my crazy situations came about.  This particular night was my first brush with true villainy.  I was with one of my newest "friends", Bear.  Bear was a Blood, at least he wanted to come off that way.  Honestly, the man was harmless & one of the biggest fronting pussies I had ever met, but he was well connected.  At the time, I wasn't really connected with gang activity, and I honestly had no intention to do anything except get high as hell.  Bear was generally the same, but his cousins were true Blood gang and he desperately craved acceptance from them.  The poor kid would never admit that himself, but I've always been observant of such things.

 

I needed an ounce, I was peddling weed to support my smoking & rampant acid use.  Anything less than an ounce would be a waste, I would end up smoking too much of it to make any money back.  I hit up Bear that day, I needed some fire for the low & even if I risked getting licked or skimped I knew the South end Bloods would have it. 

 

Bear picked up the phone, dumbass had a different number & phone every week and never saved anyone else's s***.

 

"Who this?"

 

"You know who this is, n***a.  It's Tyler."

 

"Oh, I ain't know, a n***a don't save numbers.  What's good, young blood?"

 

"Just kickin' it, fam, not doin' s***.  Who got smoke, B?  I need a zip."

 

"s***, I ain't even know.  Dray might have some but we gotta go to Cane Run to my granny's house."

 

I didn't dig the idea of that too much.  For one, I didn't know who the hell Dray was, and I really didn't want to go to Cane Run.  Cane Run is notorious in my city for being high in crime & gang activity.  Many a murder led to Cane Run, but if that's where the weed was, that's where I was gonna go.

 

"Aight, B.  I'mma be at your house in 15."

 

"Bet."

 

So I set off & picked up Bear.  We also picked up another homie, Kevo.  Kevo was the homie, but was notorious in my area for being sketchy & robbing people.  I never did business with him or his peoples, but he always came thru with s*** if I needed it.  

The drive to Cane Run was uneventful, 30 minutes of blunt smoking & listening to Gucci Mane.  We pulled up to Granny's house around 10:30 at night.  Inside, Granny was watching TV, and upstairs Bizzo was breaking down weed for a blunt.  Bizzo was a convicted felon, worked at Burger King, and was the spitting image of Xzibit.  He was cool enough, smiling all the time, but I could see the plotting in his eyes.  Something always off about Bizzo, but I dapped him up anyway.  Now we wait for Dray.

 

"So who is Dray, Bear?"

 

"One of the cousins, he gone be here soon."

 

I didn't ask any more beyond that, I didn't need too.  Being Bear's cousin, I knew Dray was likely going to be three things; Tall as f***, Blood Gang, and skinny.  I was right about two of those.  When Dray walked in, I knew he'd been to prison.  He was tall, definitely Blood, and built like a f***ing fortress.  He easily weighed 250, and stood at about 6' 8".  

 

"Bear, we leaving n***a let's go."    

 

"Ight, come on Ty."

 

I didn't know exactly what was happening, but guessed we were going to pick up my bud.  I couldn't have been more wrong.

 

We made our way to a project building a few miles away, led by Dray.  I finally worked up the courage to ask this Hulk of a man how much the weed was gonna cost.

 

"Aye, B, how much this boutta run me?"

 

"Awh, we just picking up something from my baby moms, your bud gonna come at Granny's."

 

That news slightly pissed me off, but so long as I still got my bud at the end I didn't really care.  We parked at the project, and I noticed that a lady was standing near the building, which was strange for 11 at night in a violent hood.  Dray got out and walked up to her, she handed him something I couldn't make out.  They started talking, and I sighed. The whole situation unnerved me for some reason.  I sparked a cigarette, the nicotine calmed my nerves.  The next thing I heard then made my nerves ramp up way higher than they have ever been.

 

"WHAT THE f*** YOU JUST SAY, b****!?  NO, NO n***a THIS AIN'T FLYIN'!  f*** YOU, b****!  BEAR COME ON WE BOUTTA GET THIS n***a!"

 

As I heard the shouting from Dray, my heart skipped a beat or two.  I looked at Bear, who looked just as confused & slightly terrified as I did.  He got out of the car without saying anything and went over to Dray, who was pushing past his baby mom.  The poor woman was screaming & pleading, begging for Dray not to do anything.  Bear was awkwardly walking behind, and as they started going up the stairs of the project was handed something else by Dray.  Again, nothing I could make out, but I assumed at this point it was either drugs, or a gun.  I prayed it was drugs. 

 

For 3 minutes, I sat in my car, frantically smoking my cig and scanning the area for anything that looked out of place.  It was one of the longest 3 minute stretches of my life.  My mind was going a million miles an hour, trying to make sense of the situation at hand.  Obviously, I failed to make any rational thought out of it and decided to play the whole thing out.  Finally, I heard and saw something.  It was Bear, running full fledged from the opposite side of the building he entered in.

 

"TYLER, PUT THAT s*** IN REVERSE, BLOOD!"

 

That didn't make too much sense at first, but sunk in very quickly.  I threw my cig & nearly broke my gear shift trying to throw my car into reverse.  I pulled out of the parking spot and positioned myself to quickly drive out of the project complex.  I didn't know why I was going to have drive, but I knew I was going to have to drive fast.  Bear jumped in the passenger seat, and then Dray came around that same corner, shouting as he ran.

 

"I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE b**** n***a, WE AIN'T DONE WITH YOU YET!  YOU BETTER KEEP WATCH, YOU HO ASS MUTHAf***A, I'MMA COME FOR YOU!"

 

His voice seemed to echo through the whole city, it was so loud & booming.  As he ran, I noticed the difference in his appearance.  His shirt, which was once all white, now appeared to be stained with blood.  He jumped in the car & threw something under the passenger seat.  I hit the gas, no hesitation.  My heart was pounding, honestly I thought I just became accessory to murder.  I peeled out of the projects, flying back to Cane Run.  Not even two minutes out, 3 patrol cars race past going the opposite direction with lights & sirens blaring.  I knew they were heading for the aftermath of my activity, I was just relieved to see they didn't turn around to follow me.  So much was going through my head, I hadn't noticed I was going 75 MPH in a 40 MPH zone.  Dray was quick to point that out.

 

"Aye lil n***a you need to slow the f*** down, I ain't tryna get pulled over by the jakes."

 

"My bad, B.  I got you."

 

"Aye Blood I can drive if you want.  You look nervous."

 

"No I got it."

 

"Then drive like it, Blood."

 

"It's my car, n***a.  I got it, let me drive."

 

I wasn't even thinking any more about being any sort of courteous to this dude, even tho I could feel him eyeing me from behind.  I just wanted to smoke, go home, and forget about this nightmare.  I wanted to forget I might have a man-giant with bloody clothes & murderous intentions in my backseat.  Yeah, right, like that was gonna happen.  

We got back to Cane Run, stopping by a liquor store so Dray could grab a 40 oz. on the way.  We pulled in to Granny's, Dray got out after reaching under the seat, pulling out what he picked up from his baby mama.  What I saw infuriated me & scared me at the same time.  A Glock 40 with what appeared to be an extended magazine.  He went into the house, Bear & I sat for a minute.  The air was uneasy, the tension understandably high. I wanted to beat the f*** out of his dumb ass, but I didn't know exactly what happened.  Kevo came out of Granny's and got into the car, asking what happened & if we were still getting weed.  I knew the answer to neither of those questions, but I knew that I was definitely leaving Cane Run.  Bear hit up someone for a smaller amount of bud, and we left that part of the city.  Getting on the highway, going back to familiar territory, was like a high of it's own.  I felt so much better, but I also felt disappointed.  Disappointed, like I didn't get my fair share of the action.  The fact I had that disappointment at all scared me more than any event that night.  

 

We finally had some weed, and were finally back in our area of town.  I asked what exactly happened in the project, and was relieved to hear no one was killed.  I also learned that my suspicions about Dray were true, as far as his prison history.  It turns out, Dray recently had gotten out of his stint in prison.  He served 7 years for Attempted Murder & was out on parole for good behavior.  His baby mama acquired a new boyfriend while he was gone, and the man had been physically disciplining Dray's kids.  When told that, Dray was understandably set off.  He decided the best idea was to go into the home, kick down the bathroom door, & give the boyfriend a pistol whipping while he was taking a s***.  Dray then dragged him out into the middle of the project building and beat him more while threatening his life.  Cue Bear running around the corner back to the car, the rest is history.

 

You would think that would have made sure I changed my ways completely.  You would think I swore off drugs and decided never to put myself in a situation like that again.  You would think I would never attempt to contact any of those people ever again.  You would think that, but you would be thinking wrong.  

 

 

[Catterjune]

I actually really like the style, the word choice, and how all of the characters seem like real actual people.

I'm just not so much a fan of the subject matter. I tend to roll my eyes and something that would be called "Hood Memoirs", but it was actually well written, or at least good enough for me to get to the end. I probably wouldn't continue reading, but if people do like the subject matter I imagine they would enjoy the story far more than I did.

[Dad]

You a og?

[Night]

Dope.

 

Keep it up with the writing, just don't get yourself killed looking for the wrong sheet. 

['tyleR]

I actually really like the style, the word choice, and how all of the characters seem like real actual people.

 

I'm just not so much a fan of the subject matter. I tend to roll my eyes and something that would be called "Hood Memoirs", but it was actually well written, or at least good enough for me to get to the end. I probably wouldn't continue reading, but if people do like the subject matter I imagine they would enjoy the story far more than I did.

 

Thank you for your feedback, I appreciate the fact you read until the end.  I may try to write about some of my less intense times as well, but the crazier stuff makes for the better stories.  Either way, much appreciated!

 

You a og?

 

Nah cuh, not for another 7 years.  I do be like Big Cuzzo to some of these younger folk, tho.  I've gone thru my fair share of sheet & earned every stripe I have, but I gotta be older to be considered OG around here.  Right now I'm just a G.  The real stripes and the better stories began accumulating when I started running with Crips & less with Bloods.  Being white, in my town I basically had the privilege of not having to be jumped in or affiliating directly with any sets, I was just that 'bout it 'bout it white kid.

 

Dope.

 

Keep it up with the writing, just don't get yourself killed looking for the wrong s***. 

 

Nah, I'm a different person nowadays.  I still chill in the hood and sheet, but I'm more consultant than soldier now.  I stopped that a couple years back.  Good lookin', fam.

[Dad]

 

Nah cuh, not for another 7 years.  I do be like Big Cuzzo to some of these younger folk, tho.  I've gone thru my fair share of sheet & earned every stripe I have, but I gotta be older to be considered OG around here.  Right now I'm just a G.  The real stripes and the better stories began accumulating when I started running with Crips & less with Bloods.  Being white, in my town I basically had the privilege of not having to be jumped in or affiliating directly with any sets, I was just that 'bout it 'bout it white kid.

 

 

Lmao I feel you.  But that suwoo business serious.  Okay g, hol it down.