At 11/3/06 12:15 AM, Johnny wrote:
Next time I'm in San Diego I'll buy you a beer. I'm there twice a year or so because a friend moved out there, graduated Law school and became an employeement lawyer.
Sounds good to me man, seriously. Count on me taking you up on that... I'll make sure to buy you the next round too.
I bet we could talk about a lot of shit.
He lives about a minute from the airport on a big fucking hill...
I know exactly where you're talking about. I remember looking for a house to rent in that area with my parents when I was about 7 or 8. My dad suggested I ride my skateboard down the hill we were on and I said "Forget you" surprisingly, he didn't pull off his belt for some reason.
I grew up (the first half) about 5 miles East of there. Nice area, 'cept for those low flying 737's!
If you don't mind me asking, where was the shit school with the bloods you went too? I've lived all over the country and had my run in with the gangs.
Not at all. Like you said, there's been enough time to grow out of the sadness and reflect on a lot of things, becoming a better person out of it all.
It's funny because my first high school, Kearny, (where I got "schooled" in other areas) is actually a really heavy Asian part of town with a whole shitload of Vietnamese gangs, but also happened to be close enough to a few black neighborhoods with a heavy influence of Bloods, and even more fucked up than that, there was even a neighborhood of crappy apartments full of skinheads that went to the same school... my girlfriend's (at the time) brother was one of them. That didn't turn out too well. Those fuckers (skinheads) would drive by my house all high from time to time once they realized I wasn't into their shit. Kind of scary.
The bloods we were just cool with by default... lucky probably. With the Asian gangs there was a cultural/language barrier, the skinheads... those guys were just dangerous to be affiliated with because they were so outnumbered, and kind of unstable anyway. The bloods we never actually hung out with, but we shared weed and we had a few classes together from time to time. We were just the apathetic white kids that were cool with anybody who didn't fuck with us, racial bullshit aside... which there was a LOT of, it doesn't sound like I need to tell you.
Another funny thing, MSN's been showing a lot of prison documentaries... there's a real parallel between prison and public school. Thank god I've never been to the former (A lot of people will die if it ever comes to that... which it never will), but school's just been turned into another god damn institution full of racial gangs and prison violence. What's the point if you can't learn anything other than how to hate, and then that if you ever want to make anything out of yourself, that you've got to learn how to NOT hate? It's like you get built up just to be torn down.
But count on that beer man. I'm probably one of the easiest people to get ahold of, so let me know next time you're down here and we can share some stories. Good times!