Trust me dude I been though it,same cloths everyday to school,ridiculed because I live in a affluent neighborhood on the wrong side of the tracks... I have to say it builds character...Quote:
Originally Posted by friendowl
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Trust me dude I been though it,same cloths everyday to school,ridiculed because I live in a affluent neighborhood on the wrong side of the tracks... I have to say it builds character...Quote:
Originally Posted by friendowl
Had it bad? Shit both of my old bros were stuck on all types of shit. One of em was from a neighboorhood, but got locked up and is stuck ther for a loooong min. The other quit (bud, coke..) and now has a Real Estate company goin.Quote:
Originally Posted by friendowl
Growin up in a g'd neighboorhood makes u realize lifes not as easy as society paints it to be. To have homeboys killed in ya face is no joke. To see 42 yr old moms shootin up black with their 12 yr old isn't cool. To have to put up with punk ass cops pulling u over every other day for fittin the description isn't sumthin u wanna go through. And to hear ignorant ass muthafuckers talk shit on them doesnt make it any better.
For anybody to come up outta that and be legit...my props n respect to them.
I ran away at about 17. Got tired of hearing only about religion and not being listened to. Had several bad experiences when younger, but finally after years of self help and smoking weed I have myself together. Most of the time anyway.:dance: :stoned:
I lived under a bridge in the Bronx for a few weeks, with a homeless basehead named Norman... Well... I was homeless too, for a little while... Cops had tried to hold me down and cuff me for a good minute before my ass got loose, they were arresting me in my own home, I was so angry I just wanted to drop one of those pigs. The plan was for the cops to get me cuffed then throw me in a van and ship my ass off to Rikers (I had been previously arrested for possesion with intent, etc)... Luckily I got away, ran down the fucking stairs, opened my basement door and ran out the back way into the courtyard, I hopped a big wood fence only to realize I was in a contruction zone, so I ran across jumped the other fence and ran down the block to the riverside and ducked under a bridge with my man norman (I knew him previously, we'd be giving him a puff of our L if we was chilling under the bridge sometimes) It was definitely one of the hardest times in my but he's a cool cat, always stayed looking out for me if I dozed off, every night I stayed there i learned to sleep with one eye open... you never know what kinda base heads creep around in them parts especially durin the night... I remember waking up several times to a woman flailing around buggin on meth... bad times, indeed... But it taught me something I will never forget
Yea I am from the I.E. & know what you are talking about.I am proud of myself for the life I live now.It was hard as a kid my mom always working ,dad died when i was 11 so yea i know what ya mean.
You should write for the American Weed Council :D :D :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Jennifer K
lol:dance: :stoned:Quote:
Originally Posted by Skink
character building is a mutha
I don't have a story to tell yet.
But I will in a few months, so watch out for it.
i was molested as a child
as for living on the streets, not really once i ran from the cops and laid in a river for 6 hours, from midnight to 6 am, then walked a mile to get home covered in mud without socks, it was crazy, ive been told i "splinter celled" the cops