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azurelunatic) wrote2003-04-12 06:05 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-04-12 06:05 pm
Thugz on tha Bus
I was on the bus coming back from giving plasma, and I, as usual, sat down in the general vicinity of the back. There were a couple kids back there, not one of them over thirteen, and I soon figured out that they waz Hardcore Thugz, because they were all dressed similarly, with plain dark pants and plain blue or white shirts, and they all had blue or white sweatbands on their heads, and they were goofing around just like any social club of kids that age.
They were being kid-silly, and I was grinning at some of the exchanges.
Then, at Northern, three of the men that this quartet was aspiring to be walked on the bus. You could tell by the way they looked, the way they walked, that they were the real deal. They were not messing around. They sat down in the back with the rest of us. Two of them were obviously brothers, by some form of brother-bond if not by genetics (and likely not that). The third was evidently just in from Cali.
One of the little punks, the littlest one, started messing with the hardest-core of the True Thugs. And the True Thug sat there, and looked at the little punk. And the little punk about wet himself.
The True Thug then proceeded to wave his hand at the little punk and reassure him that no, he would not mix it up with the little guy, because, after all, he was just a little guy. He then came out with some words regarding respect, and why it's best to show the same. The little punks listened, and I tried not to grin too obviously. Rites of passage.
Welcome to Phoenix.
They were being kid-silly, and I was grinning at some of the exchanges.
Then, at Northern, three of the men that this quartet was aspiring to be walked on the bus. You could tell by the way they looked, the way they walked, that they were the real deal. They were not messing around. They sat down in the back with the rest of us. Two of them were obviously brothers, by some form of brother-bond if not by genetics (and likely not that). The third was evidently just in from Cali.
One of the little punks, the littlest one, started messing with the hardest-core of the True Thugs. And the True Thug sat there, and looked at the little punk. And the little punk about wet himself.
The True Thug then proceeded to wave his hand at the little punk and reassure him that no, he would not mix it up with the little guy, because, after all, he was just a little guy. He then came out with some words regarding respect, and why it's best to show the same. The little punks listened, and I tried not to grin too obviously. Rites of passage.
Welcome to Phoenix.
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ah cali I do miss it....glad i never lived in that sespool called la for more than a few months at a time on visits...
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He reminded me of my soulsister's ex, which is both a good and a bad thing.
This one was trying to teach the young punks how to be OGs without going through a Loud and Nasty stage as bad as he himself must have had one day.
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heh, this one was maybe 20 had four bullet holes in his chest, a shotgun pattern in his lower side, and some knife scars across his stomach... guy thought himself invincible...after that I might begin to wonder myself....
and as sad as it is, at least some of the og's are respectfull of the neighborhood, I got sick of having to look three feet away, niegther up bieng to spacy, down to weak, or at anyone because that would be provoking them....that gets real old, its nice when they play there games on there own turf and leave everyone else out of it
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Sometimes I'm glad I'm female, and therefore by some of those rules, exempt from combat if I wish to be. ...Though I don't care to be seen as a pawn/victim either.
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hrm, gonna go look for your icq/aim right about now, since four posts in rapid sucession demands a longer conversation no? ;)
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School in morning is great fun. I slept through table unions.