VerbalIntercourse
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my best friend as a youth just recently killed a bunch of cops and himself. I just found out today. I don't know if this got national attention or not. I don't watch TV.
I was thinking about us today as kids. I started crying. how did this happen? He wasn't like that.
He was shorter than the rest of us. We always called him "lil". It was never to insult him. it was a term of endearment. In 6th grade, he got a ride home with me and my mom. He said something really smart to me, and i responded angrily with" at least im not short bytch ass fagg0t". it resulted in a few closed hand slaps from my mom, and humphrey (fukked it his name public record) started crying. I felt really bad when he started crying. 6th grade boys don't cry. I realized that his stature was a deep issue with him.
His dad was a filipino that would fit in my family
Based on looks alone. I considered him to be an uncle. He seemed like a hard edged gangsta, but he always cool with us. I Remember watching the TMNT movie at his house. His dad made nachos for us. He even made the cheese green. I could tell he loved his son.
then his parents divorced, and humphrey moved
Around a lot. still in the same
Neighborhood though. His mom, a beautiul mexican lady, took us to Golfland all the time. she left his dad because I think the husband was so violent..
Eventually he moved far away in high school and he had to go to another school. When I was 19, he came by and visited me. He knocked on my
Door and I was surprised to see him. We shook hands and said our salutations, but I'll never forget what he said after. he said, " there's hella scraps out here huh?" I thought that was weird. Then I noticed the red rag in his pocket.
Looking back on that. He knew the mexicans on my side of town weren't seranos. he just said that to annouce to me that he was a bad ass northeno. Did he have something to prove to me? Did I treat him badly? I did boss him around a lot.
he was never a violent or aggressive person. he was a follower. He was easy influenced by others.
Now, he will forever be known as a villian in society. Ill always remember our childhood memmories.
So many of my friends are dead... Sucks..
I was thinking about us today as kids. I started crying. how did this happen? He wasn't like that.
He was shorter than the rest of us. We always called him "lil". It was never to insult him. it was a term of endearment. In 6th grade, he got a ride home with me and my mom. He said something really smart to me, and i responded angrily with" at least im not short bytch ass fagg0t". it resulted in a few closed hand slaps from my mom, and humphrey (fukked it his name public record) started crying. I felt really bad when he started crying. 6th grade boys don't cry. I realized that his stature was a deep issue with him.
His dad was a filipino that would fit in my family
Based on looks alone. I considered him to be an uncle. He seemed like a hard edged gangsta, but he always cool with us. I Remember watching the TMNT movie at his house. His dad made nachos for us. He even made the cheese green. I could tell he loved his son.
then his parents divorced, and humphrey moved
Around a lot. still in the same
Neighborhood though. His mom, a beautiul mexican lady, took us to Golfland all the time. she left his dad because I think the husband was so violent..
Eventually he moved far away in high school and he had to go to another school. When I was 19, he came by and visited me. He knocked on my
Door and I was surprised to see him. We shook hands and said our salutations, but I'll never forget what he said after. he said, " there's hella scraps out here huh?" I thought that was weird. Then I noticed the red rag in his pocket.
Looking back on that. He knew the mexicans on my side of town weren't seranos. he just said that to annouce to me that he was a bad ass northeno. Did he have something to prove to me? Did I treat him badly? I did boss him around a lot.
he was never a violent or aggressive person. he was a follower. He was easy influenced by others.
Now, he will forever be known as a villian in society. Ill always remember our childhood memmories.
So many of my friends are dead... Sucks..