Inside Eddie’s Daydream #7

Luke Cage

I just recently finished the entire season of Luke Cage on Netflix, and I must admit that I’m impressed. The actor is mediocre at best, but what he represents and goes up against, is something that needed to be brought up and addressed.

• Black on black violence
• The disdain of “Nigga” or any swear words
• His pious mannerism, in reverence of Christianity
• Mass incarceration
• Crooked politicians in the black community
• Drug lords who wield power over the black community
• Crooked policemen
• Excellent policemen
• How law isn’t always ‘doing what’s right’
• Trayvon Martin  and racial profiling a.k.a ‘implicit bias’
• The Black Superman leader

I mean I can go on and on, but this show is excellent. I will write about this later on. It will probably take a couple days to finish.

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Let’s Pretend You’re Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 10)

Warning: The following dialogue contains foul and inappropriate language that may be offensive to some readers.

Word on the street is spreading like a wild fire. The Hyde Park Hustla Crips are under pressure from the Mezza Mob. An eyewitness took iPhone camera footage of a red van fleeing the scene. Mezza Murda Mobstas are plotting revenge on all sets and crews to avenge the death of P-Nutt’s little brother. P-Nutt deduced that it had to be the Ballstone Boys. The red van, combined with the recent YouTube success of the viral video has caused malice between 45 Ballstones and Mezza’s. P-Nutt addresses the gang about the warfare that will emanate in the next couple of days.

P-Nutt:”If yous a scary ass nigga, go to church! Be down, or lay the fuck down. We about to turn-up. Them Ballstones killed my lil ones, for that, everyone can get it. Mama’s, aunties, uncles, er’body. Whatever happens, happens!”

Big Rollie: “Hell yeah, load them ratchets up, I was built for this shit, Niggas know my M.O.”

P-Nutt: “Numba one, we comin for Skooby. Number two, we coming for T.Q.. I want these niggaz to feel this shit. Tanisha!(beckoning his female companion) Figure out whats oh boy full name and where he stay at. It’s goin down.”

Meanwhile at the hospital, you awaken from a six hour long surgery. Recovery time will be about 2 months, however, the doctor could release you as early as 2 weeks if you heal properly.

Skooby: “whattup cuzzo!! you good!”

You: “Yeah, wassup Skoob. I’m tryna still figure out what happened”

Skooby: “Don’t worry bout it, it’s already taken care of. They tried to play you, posted the video of you getting mopped. I wasn’t having it.”

You: “Wow, a video online? Wait…I’m viral now, this shit is embarrassing. What did you do?”

Skooby: “We murked 3 messy mouth fuck-boys. It had to be done, they were taking the Ball Stones soft. We couldn’t let it slide.”

You: “What the hell? Aw, man. You already know they gonna retaliate back 3 times harder. They are gonna know you were behind it.”

Skooby: “negative. we spray painted the Hyde Park Hustla Crips as the ones behind it. Blue spray paint and all.”

You: “Why in the fuck would you do that, now you got two hoods coming after Ballstone. They might be headed to the hospital right now! I gotta get out of here, they not killing me in this hospital!”

Skooby: “Don’t trip T.Q., I got troops outside, we ready for whatever they wanna do. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you. They got guns, we got guns too! Fuck it.”

You: “man, I shoulda stayed home, this never woulda happened”

Skooby: “Heal up soon T.Q. Don’t worry about no Messy Mouth fuck-boys. You’re protected. Peace out.”

 

Meanwhile, the Mezza Mob have hired some attractive young girls to walk down Ballstone Avenue. Their job is to act oblivious to any gang knowledge. If they are to be interrogated by any Ballstone boys, they are to say they are from Maize Terrace. Maize Terrace is a upper middle class suburb where a lot of  minorities reside. There are 3 girls who are in the pact. Keyonna, a light skinned African-American woman who resembles a young Beyonce Knowles. Tracee, a dark skinned woman who resembles a young Kenya Moore, and Yasira, a mixed woman of African-American and El Salvadorean descent. They stroll down Ballstone Avenue, wearing the most tight, low cut and revealing clothes that would allure the most pious man.

Trick100 (45 Ballstone member) : “Yo, ladies…What it do. Hey Sexy!! (catcalling the trio)

Keyonna: “Wassup” (smiling in a flirtatious manner)

Trick100: “Whats ya’ll name, where ya’ll from. My name Trick, What ya’ll doing later on?”

Keyonna adroitly beguiles them with a fictional story about celebrating a 23 year old birthday party at the local Chili’s restaurant. She invites the Ballstone Boyz to come party with them. Trick-100 acquiesces and agrees to meet up at this party.

At the hospital, your Uncle Rocco arrives at the hospital after work. You brief him on the situation.

You: “Uncle Rocco, I got to get the hell out of this hospital. The Mezza Mob are coming to finish me off!”

Rocco:”What you talking about boy?”

You: “Skooby did some bad things that will certainly involve retaliation, that is all I can say Unc.”

Rocco: “You ain’t even fully healed yet.”

You: “I really need to get out of Troose, Unc. It is about to get really ugly.”

Rocco sighs in exasperation.

 

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Let’s Pretend You’re Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 9)

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Meanwhile on the Mezza’s territory, three guys are posted in front of a local liquor store having a simple conversation:

M-FACE: “That new Weezy No Ceilings 2 goes hard bruh”

G-Nutt:”That shit is pure garbage, I’m bumpin’ that new Lil’ Bibby Mixtape. That young bull is a beast!”

Lil’ Jake: “On another note, Quiana was giving me dome last night, nigga!”

Homeless man walks up to young guys..

Homeless man:”Excuse me, young brothas, do you have some change?”

G-Nutt: “Fuck off, bum! naw I aint got no spare change!”(laughing)

Homeless man: (pulls out a 20 dollar bill)

Homeless man: “I need some product bruh”

G-Nutt:”We aint never seen u before, u prolly a pig”

Homeless man: “Nevermind, I will call P-Nutt, he is ya’ll OG”

G-Nutt:”P-Nutt my brother, nigga watch yo mouth!”

Homeless man: “You got that work, or nah!”

Lil Jake:”Fuck this, gimme that 20, follow me.” (Goes to dark side of liquor store)

Homeless man: “Thanks, man. I needed this”

Lil Jake: “Whatever,get the fuck off my block!”

Homeless man pretends to walk away behind the liquor store. When Jake walks back to the front, homeless man brandishes shotgun from behind Jake and fires at the back of his head. Jake dies on impact. He was only 16 years old.

Homeless man runs to the other side of the liquor store where some 45st Ballstone Boyz are waiting with Mack-10 automatic machine guns. The homeless man was actually, Fat Troy, a local Ballstone Boy gang member.

Startled and frantic, the two Mezza St gangsters try to evade the quagmire of danger, but were cut off by a used Toyota Mini-van. The passenger door slid open and Skooby hopped outside of the van with a mask on holding two .45 Desert Eagles. Skooby unmercifully annihilated the two young men, standing over them both and executing them with head shots to complete the job. Fat Troy shot the liquor store camera, and harassed the store owner for the footage. Ultimately, resolving the issue by destructing the surveillance equipment.

 

As if the murders weren’t enough, Skooby grabbed a blue spray paint can and sprayed “FuCC Messy Mouth!…MMK”(Mezza Mob Killa) on the liquor store advertisements, located near the front of the store. By using a blue spray paint can and two c’s instead of a ck, the Mezza’s would be confused as to who was behind it. The Mezza’s may surmise it was the Hyde Park Hustlaz. The Ballstone Boyz hopped back in their mini-van and drove off.

Officer Brock gets a call on his beat, about a homicide that was committed. When he arrives, he sees the dead bodies and calls the coroner.

Officer Brock: “We have a possible 187 at location, please send coroner.”

Officer Leslie (Partner): “According to the store owner, the men had committed obstruction of justice by damaging the surveillance equipment. Their may be possible footage at the security camera company’s cloud system.”

Officer Brock: “I wonder if it was the Hyde Park crips, but a witness said they seen a  red mini-van drive off. This is a mess. This is the start of an all-out war between all of the gangs. It’s gonna be a lot of blood shed in Troose.”

In the mini-van the boys drive to a dark alley in a city 30 miles east and set the van on fire with the evidence, while jumping into two separate vehicles awaiting them. They talk on walkie-talkie’s about the situation, bragging about the carnage they committed.

At the hospital, you finally awaken to see your mom and uncle praying with the Bishop.

 

You:”What happened, what’s going on, why am I here?”

Mom:”Baby, every things gonna be okay. Thank you, Jesus!”(crying)

Uncle Rocco:”you had an incident that went bad, and now you are in the hospital. other than some injuries, you will be fine. You have to get out of Troose. When you get better, you will stay with me. There is no way you can go back. Me and your mother agreed it will be best for you.”

You:”And what about you mom? and where Nana gonna go?”

Mom:”We will be fine, we will visit you on the weekends, until the situation gets better. When I save up enough, we will move to Maize Terrace. We can afford a one-bedroom, but we will be able to make it.”

 

Doctor Schecter:(enters room, flashes light in eyes to check your pupil dilation)

Dr. Schecter:”Okay, Ty’Qwonne, you will be going to surgery tomorrow. You will need as much sleep as possible. Every thing is looking positive. All of your vitals are normal and healthy. It will be a four hour operation, and you should be fine. I’m going to have the nurse bring you some food, so we can monitor your appetite. From one to ten, where is your pain level?”

you:”12″

Dr. Schecter:”I am gonna send some more pain medication, but we have to be careful, we don’t want to damage your liver. The surgery we are performing will be very delicate. You will experience less pain than you are now, but it won’t be completely gone.”(walks out of room)

You:”Where is my phone? Did you tell Skooby?”

Uncle Rocco:”About Skooby, he is up to no good. Don’t worry about your phone, yes he visited, but he is troubled right now. He is not handling the situation well. If I were you, I would stay as far as I can from him. He had that look in his eye.”

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Let’s Pretend You’re Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 8)

You are currently unconscious at St. Augustine’s Medical Center of Troose. The doctors have placed you in a medically induced coma from all of the head trauma you’ve sustained. You have a broken jaw, broken nose, cracked eye socket and ruptured spleen. Your mother has just arrived at the hospital to receive the news.  She proceeds to have a conversation with  your grandmother and uncle.

Warning: Strong use of inappropriate and foul language in the following dialogue.

 

Mom:”It was all my fault, I should’ve known better than to let him go over that way.”(sobbing uncontrollably)

Grandma: (inconsolable)

Uncle Rocco: “Tammy (your mom), Don’t blame yourself sis, It’s okay. I felt like it was more of my fault, than anybody else. I was just with him last weekend. He is gonna be fine Tammy. Trust in Jesus, Sis.”

Granny: “Yes, Rocco, I serve a powerful God, in Jesus name! please watch over my grand baby”(sobbing)

Mom: “I just can’t believe I let this happen.”

Uncle Rocco: “Listen, Im gonna call Bishop Henry Dixen, to come down and say a prayer for y’all. I promise you T.Q, is in God’s hands and he will be fine.

—-

Skooby walks in visibly perturbed by the recent news. He storms in the hospital greeting everyone and asking for the room number of Ty’Qwonne. Rocco looks at Skooby scornfully as he walks away.

 

Uncle Rocco: “Yo, Skooby, lemme holla at you real quick”

Skooby waves Uncle Rocco off in a flippant manner. Disregards Rocco entirely and walks toward the room.

 

Scooby walks in the room and sees you bandaged up and hooked up to the machines. Tears begin to weld up in his eyes, as he realizes that you are in bad shape.

 

Skooby: “Fuck…..who in the hell did this to you!..Why the hell you ain’t text me to let me know where you was at?”

Skooby: (tears dropping from his face)

Skooby: “You my lil cuzzin, I am always gonna look out for you. No matter what. You can’t pass away on me, TQ.”

Skooby: (phone vibrates and rings)

Skooby: “Wattup nigga, I’m at the hospital, I gotta hit you back. Somebody got T.Q.! On the dead homies, I need to know who did this.”

Voice on the other end of the phone tells Skooby that the Mezza’s had youtubed the whole incident and placed it online. The Mezza’s have a YouTube channel that shows all of their parties and intimidation tactics.

Skooby: “Say what!!, On Stone Gang Blood?!, tweet me the link my nigga! It’s on. Somebody gotta feel it tonight. On Bloods!!”

 

Storms out of hospital and bumps into Uncle Rocco. Rocco grabs Skooby.

Skooby: “Get cho fuckin hands off me, whats wrong wit you!”

Rocco: “Listen,  Daniel (Skooby’s real name),  I already know what you are thinking, you wanna retaliate. But think before you act.”

Skooby: “Nah, fuck all that! I’ma gangsta, Ain’t no peace talks going on here. You saw what they did to my lil cousin.”

Rocco: “Listen, Daniel, Nothing good is gonna come out of this. You already know. Think about what your gonna do. It’s a constant cycle of violence that will never be resolved. When will it stop. You are killing your own people.”

Skooby:”My people?, them niggas ain’t never gon’ be my people’s. This shit is deeper than skin color. People done lost fathers and kids behind this gang banging shit. I done lost homeboys to the penitentiary and cemetery behind this shit. My dead homies ain’t never coming back. This is all I know. This is my set. That is my race, fuck all that other shit. Save that peace talk for Farrakhan, Im active.”

Skooby storms out of hospital.

Rocco: “If you wanna ruin your life go ahead!!”(screaming aloud at Skooby)

At the 45 Ballstone hood house, the gang members are awaiting the retaliation plan.

Big Trick- (gang leader): Okay, Stonez, Even though TQ ain’t from da hood, something gotta be done. They tryin to make the hood look soft. So, load the ratchets (guns) up and listen to the lil homie Skooby.

Scooby: “Okay, this is what we gon’ do. I want FatTroy to park over here…..”(showing google map location)

 

Part 9 coming soon.

 

 

“The Girl on the train” book review

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Let’s Pretend You’re Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 7)

Bucko Burger

Bucko Burgers

WARNING: Graphic and inappropriate language is used throughout the story.

It’s Saturday evening and you are hungry. You take food orders from your mom and grandmother before you leave. As you step out, you notice that the block is clear and hardly anyone is out. Seems odd that no one you recognize is outside. The burger stand is 5 blocks away, so you take a bus to get there. When you get to Bucko Burger, you see an inter-racial couple in their mid forties arguing outside. A black man who looks like an out-of-shape Terrance Howard, and a Latin Woman who is Mexican American, resembling  the late Jenni Rivera. You simply walk past them and pay them no mind. When you step in Bucko Burger, you give the cashier your order and sit patiently.

You take a look outside and the inter-racial couple boards the transit bus from across the street. You fill up your soft drinks and grab your order while hearing loud music from a car entering the parking lot. A bright orange 2015 chevy impala with 22 inch custom rims, matching the paint, pulls inside the parking lot. As you walk out of the restaurant doors, you hear the music shut off and hear the car doors slam shut. You already fear that it may be the Mezza’s, so you strut a little faster. Suddenly at a moments notice you hear the Mezza bird caw, a ritual performed by the Mezza’s to mark their territory.

Mezza Member A: “Cahhhh-Cahhhhh!!!!”(crow voice)

Mezza Member B:”Hey Nigga!!…Hey!!! You hear me calling you Cuzz!! Turn around Nigga!”

You: (Blank stare)

Mezza Member B: “Where you from Nigga!  This M-Tre (M3) all day!”

You: “I don’t bang, man. I’m not from anywhere.”(cracked voice)

MMB: “How is that so?..Where you headed, where you stay at?”

Mezza Member A: “FUCK BITCHSTONE!!” (a derogatory term for Ballstone boyz)

You:”Look, I don’t want any problems, I am just trying to get home. I ain’t from no where.”

MMB: “Nigga, Answer the fuckin question! Where tha fuck you headed to?” (biting his lower lip with genuine contempt)

You:”Im headed to Ballstone and 49th st”

MMB: “Give me a reason not to smoke you right now!”

Mezza Member A: “Take off on that nigga P-NUTT, He a bitch! He prolly a Bitchstone anyway!” (taking the role of  a demagogue)

You:”C’mon bruh, I ain’t wit that. I don’t got no problems with anybody. I just live there. I don’t bang tho.”

P-Nutt: “Fuck Bitchstone and yo faggot ass cousin Skooby! We know where the fuck ya’ll at. I am on his head. He got his coming, and fuck you too you fuck boy!”

The fact that he knows of Skooby and speaks ill of him, irritates you to the point of anger.

You:”Nigga, check this out. I told you I don’t bang, but if you wanna catch a fade. Let’s go. I ain’t turning down nothing”

P-Nutt:”Whats hattnin then!”

(Takes off his shirt and hands it to MMA)

You: (Puts food down)

P-Nutt charges at you and you avert his tackle. You square up with him and connect the first punch to his neck.  A crowd is starting to form around the burger stand to watch the melee. He swings wildly and connects with your chin. It stuns you and you feel your adrenal glands pumping up. Next thing you know you feel a blow to the back of the head and you get jumped. You try to curl up in a fetal position to brace for kicks and blows to the back, but the damage is done. The owner comes outside and fires his pistol in the sky.”BOOM-BOOM”. The Mezza’s hop back in their car and drive off. You hear the ambulance in the distance before blacking out.

As you wake up you realize you are in the ambulance and in extreme pain. Something bad has happened to you, and you don’t understand why.  You keep flashing in and out of consciousness.

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Let’s Pretend You’re Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 6)

UNCLE ROCCO

Since you are approaching 17 1/2, you are in desperate need of getting  your  driver’s license. Uncle Rocco, a 48 year old heavyset dark-skinned man with a muscular build akin to Ving Rhames, is your fathers younger brother. Every weekend, he finds time to coach you on driving. Rocco, stays in an upper middle-class city 10 miles South of Troose called Maize Terrace. He is a licensed electrician who works as a lineman for the Edison Co. He is the closest thing you have to a male father figure.

Uncle Rocco:”Damn Ty’Qwonne, You are tryna kill me. The brakes are your friend. You need to ease on the gas pedal. Speed will kill you. Stop right here!”

You:”My Bad Unc’ I’m just excited to get my license. I’m tired of catching the bus. I need that Ford Explorer, like yesterday.”

{The Ford Explorer referenced is an abandoned vehicle in Uncle Rocco’s garage}

Uncle Rocco:”I already told you. You ain’t gonna get nothing if you don’t get them grades up and graduate. When you graduate, I will personally get the alternator replaced and give it a paint job. The pink slip will be handed over to you.”

You:”C’mon Unc’. I’m gonna graduate, but I honestly don’t know what it is that I am gonna do. It feels like I’m lost. I would go to college, but honestly, it ain’t for me. Things is changing Unc’. I read online that Mark Zuckerberg, and Bill Gates ain’t finish college. If they quit college, why should I go.”

Rocco:”If you don’t go to college, Whatchu gonna do?!..Smoke weed and hang with the Ballstone Boys. I know you are hanging with ya cousin Skooby, and he is a bad influence. He is a rowdy wanna-be punk. He doesn’t see himself beyond the hood! You wanna be stuck in the hood?!”

You:”But Unc’ Skooby ain’t as bad as you think. He….”

Rocco:”Don’t But Unc’ me!!! Your father would break out of prison if he knew you was hanging with him. You know your pops wouldn’t go for that bullshit! Let me tell you something about me….I grew up in Troose. I was an Original Troose Crip member. I ran around smoking weed, selling PCP, and driving low-riders!”

You: (Shocked)

Rocco: “I was a shit starting, blue rag banging nightmare. I know all about that lifestyle, but you know what got me out?..”

You: (silent)

Rocco: “They killed my cousin Tracy in broad daylight. In front of his mama’s house” {tearing up, crying}

Rocco: “I knew from that day forward, I had a choice to make. Fuck around and let the hood dictate my future, ending up dead like my big cousin. Or go out here and find a way out. I was lucky. I knew I had a second chance. I went to trade school and became an electrician. It was hard as hell leaving the hood and staying wit Sharice(his wife) and her mom.  Mrs Reece (his mother-in-law) was a sweetheart for taking me in. If it wasn’t for them I would be dead.”

You: (aghast)

Rocco: “So, when I am telling you that you need to graduate from school, I mean it with all my heart. I am telling you from a person who has been where you have been. I used to hang with guys like Skooby. Guess where they at now? The cemetery. None of them made it.”

You: “I understand that Uncle Rocco. It’s just hard to focus on school, when you living in a war zone. I’m living in constant fear that I might get killed, or moms might get robbed or shot by a stray bullet walking home from work. You know how it is Unc'”

Rocco:”You are right, I would take you in if it wouldn’t offend your mom. She is too proud of a woman to let you stay with me.”

You:”Nah, I couldn’t invade ya space like that Unc’..I got too much respect for you. Plus, you know moms ain’t having it. I’m her only child. I am her baby.”

Rocco: “I promised your Daddy that I would take care of you for him. I have to protect you. I don’t want you to be another one of these young boys getting killed or sent to prison off of making a few hundred dollars. Don’t be a fuck up T.Q, you ain’t like these other kids. You are smart. Go to school and be something in life. Skooby ain’t never gonna get past Ballstone Avenue. He is stuck on the 4 corners his gang run. Beyond those lines, he knows he is a dead man. He is stuck on the corner. Skooby is the type of guy that don’t wanna see you go beyond Ballstone either. Remember that.”

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Imagine you’re Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (part two) of short series

The Educational System

You are in a city with 5 gangs and 3 schools. The way that schools are chosen are by location.  The three schools are: Lincoln High, Weaver High, and  Grant High.

Lincoln High- ran by the 45th Ballstone Bloods and Aspey Street Mafia Brims

Weaver High- ran by Hyde St Hustla Crips/Troose 13/ Mezza St

Grant High- Mezza St Murder Mob/Troose 13/Aspey St Mafia Brims

Although you are located on Ballstone Ave with the Bloods, you are assigned to Weaver High. You have a lot of friends from the Ballstone Bloods because you grew up with most of them. They know you as “TQ”, and they know your father was about peace, so the Ballstones never messed with you. You have no gang ties with them, just many friends who are members of this gang.

As you walk through the city of Troose, you have to walk past all five deadly neighborhoods in order to get to school. The walk back home is deadly as Russian Roulette. There have been multiple gang fights and stabbings that have been reported within the past month. Mezza St is the most notorious and brutal gang. They have been going at it with everybody, except the Mexican gang. The Troose 13 supply the Mezza’s with drugs.

The Crips are linked together through affiliation. In the mid 1990s, the Crips were all unified in Troose. They were originally called the Original Troose Crips. A lot of turmoil within the gang came to a boil when the leader got murdered in broad daylight. Suggestions were made that it was an inside job and the gang split after that. Therefore, there is two crip gangs instead of one.

As you are in school, you recognize that the teachers aren’t passionate about teaching because they don’t get performance bonuses. The lazy teacher, makes as much as the great and high ranking teacher. So, ultimately there is no incentive in working harder. Its not uncommon to see a bunch of kids absent or truant from school. The neighborhoods are too risky to walk through. The turnaround rate for teachers in Troose unified school district is staggering. Many days the teacher is some free-spirited substitute who lets the kids have fun in class. He or she doesn’t care about giving a lecture because they are only Substitutes. There have been some exceptions here and there, but mostly duds.

“U wanna date, daddy?!”

When you do make it home, past drug dealers, killers, prostitutes and crackheads, you can barely focus on homework. There are way too many gunshots and sirens that distract you. You are wondering if your Mom will make it back home safely. You pray she doesn’t get mugged or caught in the crossfire. Every two weeks, you see a candle light vigil of a friend, young boy, or girl being murdered in cold blood. The anxiety of living in a dangerous neighborhood is stressing you out.

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Let’s pretend you are Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part one) of short series

What the F**k is this about! Who is Ty’Qwonne Blacksten?

Yes, you are imagining you look like this and your name is Ty’Qwonne Blacksten… Any coincidences are completely incidental, For fictional purposes only.

Let’s pretend you were born Ty’qwonne Blacksten. You just so happened to be black in a middle-to-lower class income household. You are 17 years old, do not commit any crimes. You like playing video games, smoking weed and flirting with girls. You are not in a gang – though your neighborhood is gang-infested – and you attend the local public high school. You have no tattoos, no idea what you wanna be when you grow up, you just are enjoying your youth. You stay with your mom and grandmother. Your father is not home because he isn’t a good father. He is in jail because he was at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

The Backstory of Dad

Your father was charged as an accomplice to a murder that his best friend committed. As your father was driving home from work, he recognized one of his childhood friends in distress. Your father picked his friend (killer) up, because he(killer) claimed that he was evading some enemies that were chasing him. Being the loyal friend your father is, he helps his friend(killer) escape to a safe location. The father doesn’t know that his friend killed someone. He doesn’t know that his friend committed a crime. The cops search and spot your fathers vehicle,  and off to prison he went. Your father had a job as a warehouse laborer. He was a blue-collar man that loved his family and helped young kids get off the street  on your block. He was not the stereotypical  felon. In your neighborhood, there is an implicit oath that forbids “snitching” or being an informant. This violation is punishable up to death. If your father told on his friend and pleaded innocent, he would place his household in danger. The prosecutor tells your father that either he co-operates, plead guilty, or face 25 years to life in prison. Your family has no savings account for cash. Mom is a postal worker with benefits; a great job, but far from rich. She has no money to hire a decent lawyer, so Dad is stuck with a public defender, who currently is handling 183 cases at one time. The public defender tells him to take a deal because the odds of beating the case are dire. Your father accepts a 10 year bid, and has been locked up since you were 13 years old. You still talk to your Dad and visit when you can, but the stress of everything is getting to you. You are now the man of the house. Mom has incrementally placed more responsibility on you. You have a part-time job at the local Subway restaurant, but the money is slow.

School is no better. You stay in a city called Troose. In Troose there are several gangs.

—-The gangs break down as follows—-

45th Ballstone Boyz (Bloods)- Bulls hats, Red and Black

Hyde St Hustla Crips- Houston Astros hats- Blue and Orange

Aspey Street Mafia Brim Gang- (Bloods)- Burgundy and White (Alabama Roll Tide)

Troose XIII (Mexican Gang)- Silver and Black – Raider Hats

Mezza St Murder Mob- (All races- Biggest gang in Troose) Black and Orange

As you can imagine, this is not an easy place to live. Part two coming soon!

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