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Chapter 2 (Jagaloons and Mistakes)

When I was about 10 years old is when I was found myself getting into trouble with my friends who lived on the street. We used to climb his tree and throw apples at people walking by. Now... I was 10 so I was doing what jagaloons do best. Be absolute pesky twerps. This all coincides with what happened next. A few weeks after our apple throwing incident we were at the park across the street. There was me and my friend Daniel who were swinging on the swings and just talking about girls. Suddenly I saw roughly 7-10 other boys ranging from ages 14-18 walking towards us in a angerly matter. They were all wearing white bandannas and had WOC written on them. To us we knew them as White Oaks Shit when they were the White Oaks Crew. 

Daniel proceeds to say “Hey! White Oaks shit. What do you want?” I stared at Daniel and with a look that said “We are fucking dead dude! RUN!”. We bolted off the swings and started to book it home before WOC could catch us and beat the living crap out of our bodies. As we are running Danial proceeds to turn around and give them the finger. At this point we were very close to his house and all the neighbor hood was very watchful for gangs roaming around. WOC knew if we got to our neighborhood they could not do anything. 

We get inside Danials house and proceed to go downstairs and play some Kirby on his SNES. A few weeks go by and we are at school on the playground. To give you an overview before i get into the next details. You need to know we went to a private school and there was  a small hill parting our playground and the Public School play ground. During recess you could run to the other school and play with the the other kids. 

So now lets go back to me and Danial at recess. It was winter and me and all our friends (10 of us) were playing hockey on the ice. I hit the puck and it flew off the rink and low and behold right in front of the 10 guys part of WOC. They were here to fight. Some had snow balls with rocks in them, but we had hockey sticks. 

They charged at us and me and my buddies ran at them with our hockey sticks. I ran up to one of them and hit him on the head with while Daniel was tacking them and punching them. We fought for what seemed like 15min but was probably like 2 min. The teachers saw us and broke up the fight. Most of us were bleeding or injured since they were much older then we were. Strangely enough no one was in a lot of trouble and they ended up building a fence between our school and theirs. 

Short story is. We were stupid kids who go into fights sometimes. Usually because Danial would start shit with the other kids. Some other g=fights happened at the public pool and outside of quickie marts. Nothing really ever happened, but it is something that I tell most people and they don’t believe I was ever involved. I was a super sweet boy, but when it came to family, friends and loyalty. I was loyal to them all. No matter what situations we got our self into.

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Chapter 1 (1989)

I want to share my life story with all of you. Let’s say it is an autobiography of sorts. I want to share some of the most important/unbelievable/jokingly/shocking/fucked stories from my life.

Be patient with me as this will be a work in progress and I intend to edit the stories to site sources or add testimonies to my life. I am no writer. I did not graduate college, and I do not really have any intention to share these stories with the ones I have told before.

I do not care so much that they do know my stories as I have told them many times before to loved ones. I am just deciding to write them because no one believes them funny enough.

Today is just another day like the rest, but today I will try and accomplish my goals of telling my story. My past. My Present. My life.

Enjoy.