ah, south oak cliff. I remember that hood. My friends and I got chased by a mexican scumbag cabron on a bike who was trying to nail my friend with a pipe.
I also remember that we used to get the neighborhood child molester to give us rides in his car to Dairy Queen, cause we knew he'd do it. He had a toilet in his front yard, and he owned a gun, which he showed us. I remember cause it was the first time I ever held a real handgun before. Chester. We used to call him Chester the molester.
Nice neighborhood. When I went to visit my friends there, my parents would let me stay for days at a time, cause they didnt want to drive down there to pick me up. Worked for me, but in retrospect I felt bad for their mom, cause she already had to take care of five kids, and I made six.
So uh, yeah, it was kinda tough.
