What's Hood?
Alright, well... Quite a bit to say.
Today, I did my usual routine after school, went to Bay's Water Park and chilled. We headed to the pizza shop to get a pie, and chill. Friend of mine hooked up a nickle bag, and we lit it up in Bay's Water Park. Skated hard in the hockey rink for awhile, then went to go get some pizza for Uriel who had just showed up. Sometime during the point we left, Darryl knocked some kid from the Forties ( The projects across the street from me. ) in the head with his skateboard. Which, doesn't make things fun for anyone. This kid tried to rob Darryl, and Darryl gave him what he had coming.
So Darryl shows up at the pizza shop after knocking the shit out of this kid, telling us that we're about to have a problem, and this is when my blood starts flowing. Dominick and I emptied out our pockets, and we chilled in the pizza shop until the kid's homeboy showed up, saying that we should go back across the street to the park.
We all decided without speaking to each other that it was a bad idea, and we went to Darryl's house for a minute, then hit Mott Ave to check on some of his family. Dominick and I took Uriel back to the Forties so he could go home, and then went to my house to think for a minute. Darryl showed up eventually, and we talked about what happened, and what's probably going to happen. ( At this point I was expecting the worst. )
We skated down to 46th street to say Happy Birthday to one of our friends, and came back home. When we hit the corner of my block, Dominick and Darryl were going to head straight home from there. I came inside, ate something, sat down to clear my head.
Not fifteen fuckin' minutes later, my doorbell rang. At first I was thinking I was going to have to knock someone in the face, coming on my doorstep with some drama ass shit. To my surprise, it was Dominick and Darryl, apparently more people from the Forties tried to rob them.. and I don't know.
They took the L back home and I called Pat, who said that Uri called and told pat part of what happened at the park, and that people in his building were talking about going to jump some tall black skater.
Now, just about all the black skaters are tall. This presents a problem with me very much, because if my friends are going to get jumped, I'm jumping in. I'm not afraid to get my ass kicked, but I just don't want it to escalate into something more violent. The last thing I need to be worried about getting shot on my block, or something happening to my mom.
I wouldn't react very kindly to either of those.
Dominick's pissed about the kids trying to rob him, and I assume that shit's going to go down tomorrow, and for quite a few days to come.
So...
Shit's going to fucked up around here for awhile, if you hear from me often, and don't hear from me in awhile, you should be concerned. Saturday night is my friend's birthday party, I'll be out late.
Today, I did my usual routine after school, went to Bay's Water Park and chilled. We headed to the pizza shop to get a pie, and chill. Friend of mine hooked up a nickle bag, and we lit it up in Bay's Water Park. Skated hard in the hockey rink for awhile, then went to go get some pizza for Uriel who had just showed up. Sometime during the point we left, Darryl knocked some kid from the Forties ( The projects across the street from me. ) in the head with his skateboard. Which, doesn't make things fun for anyone. This kid tried to rob Darryl, and Darryl gave him what he had coming.
So Darryl shows up at the pizza shop after knocking the shit out of this kid, telling us that we're about to have a problem, and this is when my blood starts flowing. Dominick and I emptied out our pockets, and we chilled in the pizza shop until the kid's homeboy showed up, saying that we should go back across the street to the park.
We all decided without speaking to each other that it was a bad idea, and we went to Darryl's house for a minute, then hit Mott Ave to check on some of his family. Dominick and I took Uriel back to the Forties so he could go home, and then went to my house to think for a minute. Darryl showed up eventually, and we talked about what happened, and what's probably going to happen. ( At this point I was expecting the worst. )
We skated down to 46th street to say Happy Birthday to one of our friends, and came back home. When we hit the corner of my block, Dominick and Darryl were going to head straight home from there. I came inside, ate something, sat down to clear my head.
Not fifteen fuckin' minutes later, my doorbell rang. At first I was thinking I was going to have to knock someone in the face, coming on my doorstep with some drama ass shit. To my surprise, it was Dominick and Darryl, apparently more people from the Forties tried to rob them.. and I don't know.
They took the L back home and I called Pat, who said that Uri called and told pat part of what happened at the park, and that people in his building were talking about going to jump some tall black skater.
Now, just about all the black skaters are tall. This presents a problem with me very much, because if my friends are going to get jumped, I'm jumping in. I'm not afraid to get my ass kicked, but I just don't want it to escalate into something more violent. The last thing I need to be worried about getting shot on my block, or something happening to my mom.
I wouldn't react very kindly to either of those.
Dominick's pissed about the kids trying to rob him, and I assume that shit's going to go down tomorrow, and for quite a few days to come.
So...
Shit's going to fucked up around here for awhile, if you hear from me often, and don't hear from me in awhile, you should be concerned. Saturday night is my friend's birthday party, I'll be out late.