my life....

The year was 1998 and I was a sophomore in high school, I rarely drank due to me being a “ super jock” and never had even smoked pot yet. Don’t get it twisted I took pain pills whenever I could get my hands on them, most of the time I stole them from my dad. My brother was going to school up in Santa Barbara attending the city college and living in Isla Vista. I kept hearing all of his fun stories so I sacked up jumped on the train and headed to paradise for the first time. It was love at first sight beautiful girls ranging from 18 to early 20’s, all over the place like nothing I had ever seen before. Reality started to set in after I had realized my brother wasn’t such a straight edge, as he seemed, he was just your typical 18 year old college kid beginning to experiment with recreation drugs. So it is a Friday night and we are suppose to meet up with a ton of his friends and cruise around Del Playa a.k.a. D.P.

which is the main party street in I.V. So as we begin to head out from my brothers place which is in the cut or shall I say the boonies of I.V. So my brother and his friends all take X and I wanted in for sure. He was hesitant to let me do it but figured I would probably end up doing it anyways down the road. So he only let me take a half of a pill costing me ten bucks. It seemed like everyone was feeling great but I hadn’t felt any different. So I begged and pleaded to let his buddy give me another half and I would pay him later, he finally agreed so I tried to bite the pill in half and the entire pill crumbled in my mouth, keep in mind this is while we are walking to get to this party. My buddy said fuck it just owe me ten later, so my brother heard him say that and he b lined and punched me in the chest pretty hard and right at the second the pill hit me. Never been so bummed before from him punching me then emotions soared, he felt so bad, hence he

is rolling too! He apologized gave me a hug and said lets just have fun tonight. All I could think about is how couldn’t we. We were headed to a party at one of his buddies’ house and there was going to be a ton of people rolling there too. So he gave me the break down and said that I would get a partner to massage and just make one another feel good. He warned me not to drink and not to make out with my E partner, who was smoking hot Asian girl, very tempting and it seemed like the green light was there for the killing but I played the respectful roll. So now we finally make it to the house and it is a raging party down stairs and up stairs is E fest 98. There was 10 guys and 10 girls all sitting on a bunch of couches so we all played footsies in a way. Can you imagine, 40 feet in socks all inter twining, it was intense? My partner and I headed out side on the back balcony to get some fresh air when we noticed a mini rave going on behind the pad.

Next thing you know the couch potatoes all get up and bring the party to the balcony where we begun dancing and just living the moment with not a care in the world, from that point on I knew where I had wanted to go to school. We partied till the sun came up. The rest of the weekend was amazing. Sunday rolled around and my train was calling my name. I didn’t want to leave but I knew I would be back sooner then later. My brother made me promise not to do E again and to keep my mouth shut about my life changing experience. Are you kidding me the first thing I wanted to do was go home and brag how cool my weekend was. Who wants to go fishing and not tell anyone about the fish you caught, takes the whole fun out of it? So back to reality and my jokiness life style. It is now my junior year in high school and kind of getting over the whole football scene, plus realizing I am not going to be a big time athlete. Time to face reality I am 5’10 and a buck

sixty and it isn’t like I have wheels or anything. So my dick head coach was giving me shit at practice and I pretty much told him to fuck off and threw my helmet off and walked out during the middle of the practice. That same day was the first time I smoked pot. I had a stash of pot but didn’t burn headed to my dad’s house grabbed the weed and smoked with my friends after they had finished practice. That was the day I started heading down the wrong path. My dad always said if you play sports it keeps you out of trouble and man was he right!  The next day my head coach asked if I wanted to come back and told him I think I might just watch this game from the stands. I had way more fun chasing girls and drinking at the game then I had playing. The next week came and my answer was final, I wasn’t coming back. Since I wasn’t playing a sport it was time to get a job that was the rule. So I grabbed a newspaper and looked in the classifieds. There

was a bar hiring for a dishwasher and I went in and applied. The owner looked at me and laughed he said you are a white boy and you think you can manage washing dishes all day long? I said hey I grew up doing chores and working in the fields like a Mexican at the nursery my dad worked at, so he gave me a shot. In no time I was bar backing, busing tables and no longer washing dishes. I was making tips now and life is good when you have no bills and live at home. With money came freedom and gave me more opportunities to go visit my brother in the biggest playground on earth. It was a typical Friday night at home going to some lame kids party that was probably going to be broken up by the dick cops of Carlsbad seeing as they have nothing better to do or crime to fight. This party was different though the kids older brother and friends were home from college and needed to get some pot. They figured since I was a stoner I could get it, which I could. So I

hit up my buddy for an ounce and a scale and broke it up in 8 8ths selling them at 50 bucks each that’s 400 bills, so I made the fastest 100 bucks I had ever made. It opened my eyes to more money more freedom and I wouldn’t have to pay for my habit. I started selling weed to a few older dudes at the bar and my friends. So every time I would visit my brother I would bring 2 ounces and slang to all of his friends. Life was good I was making moves had my parents fooled and slamming chicks left and right. I was beginning to feel invincible, plus I was just a few months from graduating and moving up to the promise land for City College. I was at home smoking weed during lunch and drinking a few beers since I didn’t have a last period I figured I wasn’t driving anywhere and I could make one of my girls pick me up. I never drank and drove in high school because I had a truck with a shell and it was dialed in with bedding, leopard to be exact. Man if

that truck could talk or had cameras I would have already been a millionaire. This is where I got caught slipping by my dad because I had flicked a beer cap into the neighbors yard. She had come over later and blew my spot to my dad that she had been smelling pot come from our house and the fact that I was drinking during the day. My dad always said if he had to page me to get a hold of me that I knew it was serious. So I was smoking with my friends in the barn, it was are chill spot it wasn’t really a barn but it was a huge ass garage that just got stuck with the nick name. My friends mom figured it was better that we smoked and drank over there rather then sneaking around town and risk the fact of getting caught or in trouble. So I just snapped a B load and my pager goes off, I was hoping it was to make a sale but oh man was I wrong! It was my home phone number so I called my dad back and he said you better get your ass home because all hell was

about to break loose. So I get dropped off at my place and asked my dad what the deal was. He said the neighbor had told him I was drinking earlier during the day and smoking weed. Of course I fessed up to the drinking but blamed the weed smell from my other neighbor, which my dad believed me because we would smell him smoking all the time. So my dad had gone snooping around in my room and all of my “stash shit” was in the most obvious spot in my sock drawer. It was filled with Polaroid’s of girls doing sexual stuff like sucking my cock and other pretty classic pics, plus a few rolls of undeveloped film with more of the same. He didn’t find any weed it was stashed in my truck and the work was hidden at one of my friends house, but he did find 5 little bottles of pills and asked me what it was I tired to play it off that there were valume but he wasn’t stupid so I told him they were steroids I had just gotten and wanted to sell them to my jock

friends. He made me flush them down the toilet and said I better straighten up before I move up to school or he wouldn’t allow me to go. Let’s get real can you really stop me I had money saved up and figured I would keep selling weed when I moved up to school. So he gave me a second chance and respected my boundaries but I was still doing the same shit and now stepped the steroid game up to liquid. I am on steroids weighing about a buck 80 looking amazing and sitting on top of the world. I was about to start my senior year and my dad moved to Oceanside, a bad move. He told me the address and I drove by to check out the new pad and realized that I was moving 2 streets away from where I had a gun pulled on me a few weeks prior outside of a party. I told my dad that was a sketchy area and he should rethink it but it was too late. Moving day came and as we were unloading the truck the neighbor dudes were smoking weed out of a hookah on the porch right

there in the wide open during the middle of a Saturday and it was a pretty busy street too. That’s when I met my new connection and now had access to way more weed and other drugs, which I started selling a bit later, for now I was content slanging just weed and steroids. Keep in mind I lived one block from the gym and all of my friends were juicing too but none of them could shoot themselves up so now I became the supplier and the doctor. My house was a revolving door for my friends to get their dose and a sack to mellow out the mood swings then head over to the gym. So I started fucking around and moving product for the neighbor, who was a buck wild dude who sold everything and had some pretty huge connections with the Mexican Mafia and I wanted in! So I started working for him on the front now I was moving a bit more weed and actually hooking up the people who I used to get it from. I went from an ounce or two at a time to about a pound or so every

few days but didn’t sit on it just hooked up larger amounts and slung the little shit to my friends only. My job played a great disguise for me selling drugs since I made awesome money at work, but once you get a taste of money all you want is more. Like the Notorious B.I.G. said more money more problems but I didn’t see it that way yet. It was getting close to graduation and my connection just got busted with coke, weed, money, a scale, and a gun! So shit was hot on the block literally. So I chilled for a quick second but I was getting that taste in my mouth again, you know quick easy money and now I was beginning to fall in love with the life style. So I needed to get back in the game and that’s when I had met his supplier and realized his grandma lived behind me. He knew I was making Chucky a ton of money and in fact him money too, so he started hooking me up. Can you imagine a 17-year-old white kid with Mexican Mafia connections moving up in

the game way to fast?  He had asked me what my intentions where once I got up to school and I replied, the same old shit just more clientele, exactly what he wanted to hear. He asked if I ever fucked with coke and I said no and didn’t really want to mess with that shit and he left it at that. Things were going good in every aspect of my life, my grades were good and I seemed like your typical senior in high school. Man did I have everyone close to me fooled. I literally was living the Jeckel and Hyde life style.

Graduation day couldn’t have came quick enough. I was so ready to get the fuck out of Carlsbad and have my own spot in I.V. The day had finally came it was graduation and I had been seeing this girl on the sly from pretty much everyone just so I wouldn’t have to deal with the typical high school bull shit and rumors. She kissed me in front of everybody and that day I guess we became official. Let’s not get carried away I was tagging girls from other schools the entire time because we weren’t exclusive yet. Her birth day is in the beginning of July so I told her I would cart her and her friends around for her b day and I would be the designated driver, but I would smoke al night long. So I drove to her place and picked her and a few friends up and we headed to a party in her car so we could all fit. The girls get drunk and become idiots so I told them I wanted to bail so I walked down the street to get the car and realized that someone had let

the air out of her tire s I put on the spare and told her they could keep partying and I would go to the gas station and fill the tire and put the regular tire back on. The entire night I had a weird feeling because she said she had to be home at 12 and normally she never had a curfew. So the tire situation is all taken care of and now heading back t the party to pick them up and take them home but her friends were are going to stay. So we headed back to her house I dropped her off and I was going to skate down the street to crash out at my friends house. So I walked across the train tracks sat and rolled a joint before I took off. I saw a car leave her complex and my heart was racing. I knew it the bitch was going somewhere but I noticed it wasn’t her car and proceeded to smoke my joint half way threw it another car pulled out and sure enough my suspicion was right it was her car. I knew exactly where she was going to her old boyfriends house whom

was one of my brother’s friends, fucking child molester she just turned 17 and he was 21 sick fuck. So I sprinted to his house a few blocks away and sure enough her car wash in his drive way. Fucking loser lived with his grand parents so I knocked loud as fuck and made a scene. The grandpa came to the door and I told him the situation that my 17-year-old girl friend was in hi house with Ryan. She wouldn’t come out to the door but he did standing timidly behind his security screen. I told him to come outside but he wouldn’t he didn’t want to fight because I was a minor too and told him I would bash his face in and definitely wouldn’t press charges I wanted to fight him. He didn’t come outside and his grandpa said he had called the cops so I better bail. I was heated so I started to leave when a car full of girls drove by and saw me sitting on the corner of the street. They asked me if I needed a ride and what I was doing I told them the

entire story and they ended up taking me to my friends house and we both smashed them I made the girl call her while I was fucking her and told her thanks for being such a fucking bitch and burning me like that. I am not that guy the next day she kept calling and calling and I wouldn’t pick up, so she drove to Greg’s house and just sat out front. His mom told me I better go deal with that , so I did. She tried to say it was a huge mistake and they didn’t do anything, bull shit I know and she knows they fucked. She begged and pleaded for me to take her back and I told her don’t expect me to be mister faithful up at school because I was moving in less than a month. So it became when she was with me she was my chick and when I was home it was the same way. I figured I had constant pussy at home and she could cruise up every so often party and get fucked. So I kept her on the team and strung her along. So don’t feel too bad for the little cunt.

School was starting in August and I was getting pumped to move but not sure whom I was going to live with, I got a phone call from my brother and he had told me his friend flaked on him at the last minute and since I didn’t have a place yet we should get a one bedroom in I.V. together. Sounded awesome to me I idolized my brother and still do to this day. So he found the place and everything was beginning to come together for my new chapter in life. We built the coolest bunk beds you have ever seen and made it work. The only thing not going so smoothly was now I was having trouble getting down to S.D. to see my connection and my funds were running low I wasn’t used to having so many bills and my parents weren’t helping me for shit, they would have if I asked but I was proud and besides they were shelling out for my brother who was now at U.C.S.B. and I didn’t want to stress their finances any more then they probably already were. Finally my first

day of school, did you know when I was going to S.B.C.C. it was like an 8 to 1 girl to guy ratio, pretty sweet. So I was trying to crash this English class along with a few other people when I met these two hot blonde cock head bitches. Of course I was always on point with the girls and got there number, I figured they could be new customers plus I wanted to bang them. I was chilling at my house a few days later smoking B loads with my friends when I heard a knock. The first thing I thought was grab the air freshener and the person outside my door said don’t trip it is just your new neighbor and we smoke too. So hesitantly I open the door to see 2 Chinese dudes at my door and I invited them in. We begun smoking more bowls and got to talking about my current situation and the troubles I was having getting pot. I had been going to L.A. and getting weed there from a kid I knew from home that was going to school at Loyola Maramont but I could only buy 2

ounces at a time and it would be gone before I could even get to burn a bowl. Such a high demand and my supply was always low. He said he could help me out and that he would front me whatever amount I needed knowing I wouldn’t burn him because he was my neighbor. I told him about my connections at home and said I could move a lot of product if I had the access. I realized he was the real deal now I was fucking around with Wah Chings, also known by slang, as "Dub C" is a Chinese street gang that originated in San Francisco's Chinatown in the 1960s. The name literally translates to "Chinese youth," and the group was comprised primarily of immigrant Cantonese boys from Hong Kong who banded together to combat the American-born Chinese who would often pick on them.

The Wah Ching has been described as an organized crime group. From its origin in 1966 as a street gang, the Wah Ching has developed into a criminal organization, with alleged multi-international crime connections. During the 1970s and 1980s, the Wah Ching became an organization that controlled most of the criminal vices in San Francisco's Chinatown and Los Angeles' Chinese communities. During that time, there may have been as many as 200 Wah Ching members and 500 criminal associates in California. Although primarily headquartered in San Francisco, they have developed strong associations with Asian organized crime groups and gang members in Los Angeles, Seattle, Vancouver, Toronto, Boston, and New York--along with close ties to the Sun Yee On and the 14K Triad in Hong Kong. Today in Los Angeles, The Bay Area California, Vancouver, and the rest of the West Coast of North America there is an estimated 3,000 gang members of Wah Ching and an estimated 1,000

more affiliated with the Wah Ching Gang. The Wah Ching is affiliated with the red rag, and associates themselves as bloods.

Wah Ching first received widespread media attention because of the 1977 Golden Dragon massacre involving another Chinese gang, the Chung Ching Yee (Joe Boys). The event took place at the Golden Dragon Restaurant in San Francisco's Chinatown. The cause of the attack was vandalism by Wah Ching to the graves of several Joe Boy members and a shootout that took place a few months earlier that left one Joe Boy dead and two others wounded. Wah Ching is located in some of the Southern California area in cities such as Rowland Heights, Diamond Bar, Torrance, Hacienda Heights and San Gabriel Valley (the 626 area code). Their main enemies are the Asian Boyz (ABZ) and Vietnamese Boyz (VBZ). Both Wah Ching and Asian Boyz were featured on the television program, America's Most Wanted, following a vicious shooting at a pool hall. The Wah Ching also influences New York, in Chinatown, Sunset Park, and Flushing. Now I have Asian gang ties and Mexican Mafia relations. So I

began running drugs back in forth to San Diego getting rid of 5 lbs. every trip. I began making a lot of trips once a week. I had 2 guys working for me in S.B. who I would front a pound each and I got out of the little game, no more selling the little shit for me, you have to when you start moving weight. So I also hooked up one of my friends who I knew from home to sell the smaller stuff to our buddy’s. I would only sit on my personal sack and never had more then an ounce at my place. I got rid of the work to workers. I would always leave around 8 at night and stop in Orange county first to sell this older dude a pound, then jump right on the road to S.D. so I could get rid of the other few pounds to my boys at home. It would be an intense mission running around and making moves and I would head back up that same evening and get back to my place around 3 to 4 in the morning. So I would be on the clock for about 7 to 8 hours and make about 2 grand

every time I would make the trip. You can see why I would be willing to take the risk and make the trip so often, my school didn’t become such a priority anymore, and can you blame me? My Asian connection was big in the weed and X game so I started selling X to and taking it a lot as well. That shit is so fun but it is never as good as the first time. He had asked me about my Mexican connections and if I could get coke I told him yes but didn’t really want to dabble in it but if he wanted me to bring him up some why not, so I picked up a little extra 4 myself to sell since everyone I knew would do it anyways. So big homie was hesitant 4 me to get it since I hadn’t talked to him in a while and he knew I was still fucking with Chucky who now had gotten out of jail and was still in the game bringing heat near the neighborhood again. So he made me do some it was my first time and this was the good shit straight out the kilo so not all stepped on, for

those of you who don’t know that means cut with either a laxative or something else to make more product for you to sell. I now have the goods and cruise over to my dad’s just a few apartments away. I could sleep and he let me borrow the move Blow, how ironic. I knew it wasn’t the drug for me because I know how addictive that shit was and I didn’t need to be doing my product; it was solely to make money. So now I am dealing weed, coke, and X and the money is flowing in. Each time I would go home I would get a little more coke all of a sudden like the fourth trip I got a pound and it took me 2 days to get rid of it. I realized I was getting in to deep and needed to just stick to the pot and not mess with the other shit, of course that isn’t the answer my connection wanted to hear because he realized the how much I could move and had huge ideas of me being his new right hand worker. One night I was sleeping in my room and my girlfriend was up

from home in the bed with me and I was woken up by my buddy yanking my foot at 5 in the morning looking for coke or X fucking fiend. My friend crashed out at my house that night and was sleeping in my living room and he heard the knock and half way asleep he opened up the door it could have been anybody coming to rob me. I had a camera inside my place that peeped out of my apartment to keep an eye out for who was coming up to my place. I didn’t have any shit at my house but I did have about 20k in cash in a shoebox. It was the last straw and I didn’t want to mess with that crowd of people any more. Plus remember those coke head bitches who I met crashing my English crash. Well of course you knew I ended up fucking that girl a few different times and hooked her up with a little of everything. She partied really hard. I fucked her earlier on Saturday and hooked her up with a sack of weed. I was glad I hadn’t given her any hard drugs because she told

me she was going to this E party later that evening and asked if I wanted to go but I was over doing X and was just smoking weed. I dabbled too much into the X and needed to stop. Well her friend had stopped by my house later that Sunday evening and told me she had fallen asleep at the wheel driving home and died. I couldn’t believe it and she told me they were going to have a candle lighting for her at F.T. (Francisco Torres are the off campus dorms) I wanted to go but didn’t because I was scared some how I could get into trouble, of course I didn’t.