The life and times of -MEGA-, the don.

[Rip Chudd]

Freedom's face while reading this part.

it's funny cause it's true

[Butt stuff]

Freedom's face while reading this part.

Literally laughed out loud

[*TonyMontana*]

Fxck it
The adventures of Mc'Lovin coming up after work

[*TonyMontana*]

Ok, so my mom is in jail and gonna be there awhile. She was pregnant when she went in and my brother was born in jail.

So here I am living with my aunt and cousins. And my other uncle puts me back in school out here in CC. I was supposed to be in 8th grade but because I hadn't gone to school in over a year they decided to put me back in 7th. This is where I eventually met my future wife btw. It's weird but looking back, I loved her from the first time we met. But none of that yet. I was a rugged mutherd*cker who lacked confidence for obvious reasons. I had my two top front teeth chipped from fighting. They had been that way for a few years now. No ****, it looked like one sharp beaver tooth

So I'm going to school I guess you could say I was really withdrawn from everyone so I was more quite than anything. Well, this black dude starts picking on me. This ****er picked on everybody too. Talk about a bully, this dude was it. He was just as rugged and dirty as I was and wore his house key around his neck everyday. Like it was a necklace or something. So one day he took me .75 cents I had for lunch. I was upset, went home told my uncle. At this time I didn't want to get into trouble by my family and have them kick me out or something. So I tell my uncle (my moms brother) and he's like "and you didn't kick his ass?" I was like "no unc I don't want to get into trouble." He told me "you don't eve let nobody pick on you and make you feel like your less than. Nobody is better than you. But don't you go thinking your better than anybody else and don't you go starting nothing". So in my mind I was like hell yea. I'm gonna **** this fool up. Sure enough, come math class the next day I take my .75 cents out and place it at the corner of the desk like the last time when he took it. See our math teacher was a weirdo, he would give us an assignment and then go out into the halls and clip his fingernails all period.

Sure enough, the dude takes the bait. He gets up and grabs the money off the desk and I'm like "hey give that back n***r" (with a hard R on it). The whole class goes "oooh" dude swings at me while I'm still in my chair, misses, I jump up grabbed his ass and swung him around in a circle. No lie, all the desks fell in a perfect circle and I have him on the ground pounding him out. Teacher breaks it up, words are exchanged. I'm telling him "that's what you get mother****er" the whole class is going crazy, cheering and ****. Nobody liked this guy. So the teacher takes me over by his desk and calls the office. I'm waiting there and dude tries to bum rush me with a pencil. I grab the teachers phone off the desk and slapped him with it on his way in. Put him smooth out. Class went nuts again. It was a great feeling not only to stick up for myself but to have the whole class's acceptance. Go to the principles office we both got suspended for 5 days. I come back a hero, dude never comes back. My aunts, uncles and cousins were all proud of me too. It was awesome. From then on out I only wanted to fight the bullies. The biggest and baddest ones too. Funny thing is. When they know you'll fight back, they don't **** with you. That was a great year.

8th grade my mom gets out and her and my dad wanted to run it back. Got a place in CC but I was well out of control by then. Life was all about parties, drinking and girls. I was running with a local gang at that time because, well, I lived in little Mexico. I had some good friends from there. They wanted to jump me in. But even back then I remember telling them "I'm white, i would look kinda ****** trying to be something I'm not" they understood and were cool with it they still had my back and I had theirs. I think they even respected me more. Flash forward a few months were at a party, some dudes drive by all crazy and fire 1 shot at us. Guess who in the **** it hits? Of all people Right through my ****ing hip, in and out. It didn't hurt at first until about 20 min later and for about the next week that **** hurt like a mofo. I was on crutches the next few at school, but I had became like a legend. B*tches who wouldn't give me no play before were carrying my books to class, all kinds of ****. It's crazy.

A few months later, summer going into 9th grade. Me and a couple buddies steal a trailblazer and we're cruising it everywhere. We went and picked up a couple more friends and start ****ing off in it and crash in this little dirt lot. Well we got to push it out of the ditch so we cut the lights while doing it. Get it out and cross a main intersection with the lights off. Of coarse the cops see us. So they start chasing us, we're hauling ass hitting dips all you see is sparks and **** flying everywhere. We're just saying "faster, faster, your losing him" all of the sudden, we run out of road, we can only make a left or right. The homie cranks it to the left and we flipped that b*tch 3 times. I woke up. Half ways in and half ways out. Looking back had it rolled one more time it would have crushed me. I look up and I see one of the homies jumping a fence. I get out, hit a couple fences and laid low till the morning. Called my aunt the next day who took me up to my grandmas where my mom was staying. My aunt and my cousin (girl) knew something was up. I told them the cops were chasing us cause it was pass curfew but my girl cousin says "well, why do you have blood all over your head" I told her I fell off a fence when I was running. Well one of the other dudes got stuck in the car and was pretty ****** up and he threw rat. No sooner than I get to my grandmas and tell them a bunch of lies do the cops show up. I told them I didn't know what they were talking about but that's how I caught my first case.

Let me back it up a bit to before I got shot. I was staying with my mom and stepdad and some friends and I wanted to go out ****ing around. They tell me no and I'm being a smartass so my stepdad jumps up and starts slapping me around. Well, I ain't that little scared kid anymore so I give him a two piece rush him to the ground my moms breaks it up. His nose is bleeding and I'm talking crap to him. He's talking crap back so I'm like "cmon mom, let's roll. **** this dude" well she chose him over me so I bounced.

9th grade comes along I start school in opportunity class which is basically a half day class for screw ups. Hadn't seen my mom since shortly after the crash. She was still strung out doing her thing. So I'm out at a party one Friday night and my cousin pulls up in his caddy comes in to the party and gets me. All he says is "let's go" I get out to the car and my mom is in the backseat crying. Telling me my other little brother died of crib death while with my stepdad. (A couple weeks earlier my mom had nodded out on the side of the road with both the kids in the car so CPS took them and gave them to my stepdad). She was begging and pleading with me to come home and to help her get my other brother back from him. I remember like it was yesterday, I told her "no" she asked why and I said "look at you, you're all ****ed up". I was only 14. No 14 yr old should ever have to talk to their mom like that. But I was right.

One week later I'm at school and I get called into the office. My uncle was there to pick me up. Takes me out to the car where my grandma and aunt was. I knew this couldn't be good. We get in the car, my uncle in the back with me and he tells me "we had to take your mom to the hospital today and she didn't make it" I went numb. Didn't talk for like three days all I could remember was the last thing I said to her "look at you, you're all ****ed up" even though she overdosed. I can't help but feel like she died because her heart was broken. I was always there for her and when I wasn't, I think she just gave up.

That's enough for tonight guys. That part was tough. Tomorrow we'll get into some crazy **** from a kid who didn't give a crap about nothing or no one anymore. It gets a lot better from here. I promise.

When i first joined I was getting some hate
I thought bout doing this but didn't think anyone would beleive it
Takes balls to put it all out there
You and Mikey have my respect

[.!WAR MIKEY!.]

damn good share keep it coming pretty intense.

reminds me I gotta finish mines up, its a lil harder than it seems huh at least for me it is cause I can just keep rambling on but the story will never progress etc... anyways good share looking forward to the next installment.

[-MEGA-]

Alright, for those of you who have read this, i appreciate it. Theres much more to come. so stay tuned.

Let me just start by saying that, looking back, I truly dont think Ive had it much worse than anybody else. Life is all about emotions, how you process them and how they weigh on you. We have all been to those dark places and had to fight are way out of them.

What about the kid whos parents got a divorce and maybe didnt realize the kid was blaming himself, so he shoots himself; Or even the kid who got his nintendo taken away and shoots himself? Im glad that when I was down and out I never tried something like that. To me though, thats weak. But who am I to judge how mcuh they were or werent hurting inside.

Anyways, the backdrop is pretty much set but let me just fill you in on a couple things about some of the people mentioned. So far Ive mentioned my Aunt, Uncle and my cousin. Well, my aunt and uncle were my moms brother and sister. My cousin is my aunts son. My aunt married a mexican and they were one of the main families out here. Just like how Boss Hoggs says his family was. But we'll dive into that a little more later.

Im a bit busy at work today so I will try to get another entry in at some point today. If not, maybe tonight.

[.!WAR MIKEY!.]

Alright, for those of you who have read this, i appreciate it. Theres much more to come. so stay tuned.

Let me just start by saying that, looking back, I truly dont think Ive had it much worse than anybody else. Life is all about emotions, how you process them and how they weigh on you. We have all been to those dark places and had to fight are way out of them.

What about the kid whos parents got a divorce and maybe didnt realize the kid was blaming himself, so he shoots himself; Or even the kid who got his nintendo taken away and shoots himself? Im glad that when I was down and out I never tried something like that. To me though, thats weak. But who am I to judge how mcuh they were or werent hurting inside.

Anyways, the backdrop is pretty much set but let me just fill you in on a couple things about some of the people mentioned. So far Ive mentioned my Aunt, Uncle and my cousin. Well, my aunt and uncle were my moms brother and sister. My cousin is my aunts son. My aunt married a mexican and they were one of the main families out here. Just like how Boss Hoggs says his family was. But we'll dive into that a little more later.

Im a bit busy at work today so I will try to get another entry in at some point today. If not, maybe tonight.

[-MEGA-]

Wow, That is powerful! I love it. I don't think I can green you but that's what's up.

[-MEGA-]

damn good share keep it coming pretty intense.

reminds me I gotta finish mines up, its a lil harder than it seems huh at least for me it is cause I can just keep rambling on but the story will never progress etc... anyways good share looking forward to the next installment.

Thank you

Yea, it's very hard because you could just stay in one moment in time and write forever. But the story has to progress.

I'm already thinking about how when we get into the gangster stuff. How can I tell you guys the most about me without incriminating myself on things from the past. That's a bit tricky, which I believe is where your at so, I get it. Just keep yours coming homie.

[Madison Boxing]

good read so far. thanks for sharing