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

[-MEGA-]

Although I'm not quite the man I want to be, I'm far from the person I was. I work hard everyday to provide for my family and make sure they never have to go through what I've gone through. They are so spoiled and I love it. Even though life dealt me a hand I believe would make most people crumble. I never blamed my situation on anybody or anything. Ive done some dumb ****, really dumb. But I've owned it all and it's what made me who I am today. Blessed.

So follow along as I take you on a journey. (Inspired by EBH, thanks for putting yourself out there, homie)


The life and times of -MEGA- the don!

Early years/the backdrop

Don't really remember much of my earliest years (so forgive if this first part is all over the place) but I remember always fighting. I was fighting for the red tricycle at pre-school. Fighting over some girl in first grade fighting over marble's, or just beating people up cause they didn't want to play with me. That was me. A dirty, poor, white kid who lived up on a dirt road. I was literally "dirt poor"

You see, moms was a drug addict and I never knew my real dad, not even his name. So I grew up with this stigma that nobody loved me and it was somehow my fault. I know now it wasn't me, them drugs are a mother****er. But still, was I not important enough? So I fought, I fought to be loved, I fought cause I hated myself. I fought cause when I won I would get hi fives and that made me feel good.

Yea, yea. You get it. I fought.

I remember in fourth grade my teacher hit me with a ruler (you could still spank kids back then, I think.) and she told me I was gonna grow up to be nothing but a bum. I mean, who says that to a little kid? That's cold, it hurt and it stuck with me.

Boy was she wrong, but so close to being right.


On my phone gonna take a break real quick, be right back.

[Santa_]

[Santa_]

lol I'll read it when I get a chance.

[Sup]

Hope this one's as entertaining as Tales of an Ese by BossHogg

[RightJab]

This should be a nice read. Got a joint ready.

[Elroy The Great]

mega da bully

[-MEGA-]

Okay, sorry guys. My grandson came over. I love that little Polynesian beanr. I told you, life is good.

So anyways, did I tell you I fought yet?

Well obviously when I'd fight at school I'd get into trouble so when I went home I'd get beat by my stepdad or mom for it. Literally beat. Kicked with military combat boots. I remember having the footprint marks all over my body. So as much as I fought I was also picked on because I didn't want to get into trouble when I got home. (Let me speed this up a bit) Prior to fourth grade I had lived all over as we moved from place to place. So we had just moved back from lemon grove in San Diego to Cathedral City Ca (a place where I've always came back to). Teacher hits me with a ruler in front of the class, it breaks, I cry, not cause it hurt but because it was embarrassing and what she told me. That **** always stuck with me.

So we move to cathedral city (CC) a predominantly Mexican town. In a part called little Mexico. I must have been the only white boy there. I was the minority, I know what racism feels like and how the color of your skin makes you different. But this is where I met my aunts, uncles and my cousins and I thought they were the coolest. they laughed, loved and embraced me like no others.

It wasn't until later I found out my uncles and cousins were "somebody's". The family name (like EBH said) meant something. It envoked love, fear and respect.

But I digress... that will play out later. I just knew I loved my cousins, they were older, had things and loved me. It was awesome.

So let's flash forward to middle school. Once again we were moving around. My stepdad would beat me and my mom and it ******. We moved to this God awful ****hole about 30 minutes away called Banning California. My mom was really strung out on heroin by then. I didn't really know what it was but I knew it was drugs and it was bad. I also knew she did bad things to get them. I mean, how could I not? I was part of her hustle. I remember her going out late and taking me with her while she would pan-handle. We would go to these truck stops and I would sit in the car for what seemed like hours waiting for her to come back because "the nice man had some money in his truck he was gonna give her" it wasn't until I got older I figured out what she was doing. The most beautiful woman in the world I knew, a **********. FML. She was also the badest thief I had ever seen. She would fill shopping carts up with stuff from Kmart take that **** out to the garden section and slide that stuff under the fence to a friend waiting on the other side. I remember the Nintendo I got for Christmas, she walked into the store, grabbed the most expensive one (the one with the robot) and then walked to the front counter said she bought it and wanted to exchange it for a cheaper one. I came up on a Nintendo and she came up on money to get high.

I eventually just stopped going to school in 7th grade as I was always getting in fights. So I just set up my Nintendo in the closet and would hide out in there all day. This went on for awhile. Eventually my stepdad kicked my moms ass again and went to jail, we lost the place we had and we're living in hotel rooms. My mom was still hustling Kmart's, until she went in one day and never came back out. I was left in the car with my moms druggie friend and didn't know what to do so I called my aunt.

I remember my cousin pulling up an hour later with his el dorado bumping. Damn that **** was cool. Picked me up and drove me back down to CC to stay with them.

[-MEGA-]

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.

[Sup]

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).

Freedom's face while reading this part.

[Willy Wanker]

Good read Mega. It was hard to read the part about your mother.

I never had it that hard growing up, but I did see friends go through similar situations. Some got locked up, and some of them just stopped showing up to school and I never saw them again.

Your uncle sounds like a G and your weird math teacher was probably a child ******er.

Look forward to the next part.