My Life

My life has had many hard times,like many peoples. i grew up in boyle heights. for people who dont know where boyle heights is its in east la, rite by downtown. in this barrio there is many gangs and crime and drugs. you think there is just mexicanos living here but if you looked at me i am white. when i was growing up i was the only gringo in the neighborhood. i didnt understand why everyone was different but it didnt bother me.while growing up i was always jumped and shit by the neighbor kids. thats where i learned to fight. by the age of 12 i was accepted and was jumped into the gang. i always had loved the mexican people and i showed respect. they always were there for me and had my back. i still consider them my familia. well by the time i was 13 i lost 2 of my closest friends. i was using angel dust and i was out of school.

It was not a cool situation. i was not living at that point i just existed. i was comiting home invasions, getting g-rides, and slangin. by the time i was 14 i had been shot once, shot at multiple times, been in drive by's, stabbed, and been stabbed. i had moved back with mi madre and i was still slangin. now i had connections with a gang in pomona. i ended up owing them money. to get it back they busted in my apartment and stuck a gun to my head and tied up mi madre. i felt like a fool for what i had done to my mother.

She had done all she could to raise me. she worked all day long and this is how i repayed her. for the next few days i thought of suicide and i felt worthless. i talked to my closest homeboy porky. he said that i should apologize to mi madre and hope she understands. she accepted the apology and we are close now. but i still dont feel right about having mi madres life put in danger. thats nothing i can take back.