I coveted the objects and trappings of what represented success in "The Life"-clothes, money jewelry, guns. When it came to crime and mischief, if you can name it, I've done it or knew someone who did. Ignorantly, we admired and emulated them and would eventually turn into monsters who killed people and destroyed our community. My friends and I were fascinated with players, hustlers, gamblers, dealers, and gangsters because they played by their own rules, despite the law. All of these people embraced me and accepted me as one of their own. I adopted the lingo, mannerisms, and fashion that allowed me to fit in with criminals, gang members, hustlers, dealers, pimps, and players. But long before getting locked up, I began experimenting with drugs, drinking, sex (at age 11), fighting, gambling, etc. As a result of allowing negative influences to dictate my life, I disobeyed my parents and messed up in school.Īlthough always considered "from my Hood," I did not officially start gangbanging until I went to prison. My associations outside my home began to shape my beliefs, so I adjusted my behavior accordingly. Ironically, the year 1980 would also be the year my life changed forever, for this was the year I came to prison at age 16.įrom a young age, my surroundings were limited to certain types of people, places, and things. We were on welfare, yet my mom was able to raise other people’s children in her home, while my dad worked for Lockheed Aircraft, from which he retired in 1980 after 35 years.
My mother raised me and my siblings in a loving home with strict Christian values. When I was only 6 months old, however, my parents divorced (I was the youngest of all the siblings). Neither parent had a criminal background. Though we lived in the city, my mom (born in Alabama in 1929) and dad (born in Mississippi in 1916) instilled their Southern values, traditions, and beliefs in us. I was born in South Central Los Angeles, raised in the Pueblo Projects, home of the Notorius 52 Bishop Blood Gang. It is a photo of a Lance Corporal Ramos holding a double rainbow in the palms of his hands.I'm Ronald, but the Streets know me as "Duke." These days I'm called Brother Shabazz, due to my Muslim faith. I wanted to include this photo sent to me by Michael Neidlinger. Notably, the forum was down for a couple of hours, but thanks to Andy Potanin over at Twin Cities Tech, we hopefully have a much more reliable server. Additionally, this weekend saw the transfer of Terminal Lance to a new server, so there may or may not have been a few hiccups along the way. In site news, I will be putting up a new set of prints for sale this week–so stand by for that and pay attention to the Facebook fan page for announcements.
Jody is all around you, and he is thus a proper Marine Corps Myth and Legend to behold. There’s nothing you can do about Jody he is your girlfriend’s friend at work–the funny one, he’s your soon-to-be-ex-best friend, he’s the guy at the bar that doesn’t care that she’s taken. However, it is common knowledge: Jody is at home banging your wife right now. I personally have never actually heard the explanation for the knick-name.
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