805
« on: August 19, 2003, 05:00:00 PM »
Let's see...
Where I went, there were two black dudes, and few of what other dudes, who chilled with them and basically shared their culture.. one was Spanish.
I called their group, " The G's"
The two black dudes...
One was named Quante'.. He was fucking huge. The guy looked like he was a huge thrity year old guy. I mean.. he was big.. he was cool. I started off with bad terms on him, when I wient to his group( the G's), and said, " Wassup G's? You guys got an extra cigarette?" Yeah.. He didn't like that, and spoke some mild shit.. was cool.. The other guys tried to convince hom to "run feelings on me", but I talked him out of it, and told him if i had something to say, he should say it then.. So all, in all, I was to a real bad start with Quanti, but with time we somehow gradually became cool...
We even spoke about getting some land in the woods somedays.. Back then that was what I wanted to do.. After being that place, I just wanted to taste freedom, in the most open way, and so I was actually planning on getting some land, and just chillin up there, and inviting others who wished.. He said, " Man.. I ll bring a trailor right up onto your hippie commune"..lol..
He would have been more then welcome.. I could see something about the dude.. I could see that he had seen a lot.. He was very well educated, and he oftne made fell, like I was talking to someone who could be my grandfather or something.
Then there was Tony. I liked that fucker! The powers that be there, did not.. I remember that!
They hated him.. It was because he was a smart fucking dude.. We didn't agree in all areas, but overall, he was a dude, with awesome fucking street smarts, man, and he applied them in that place, and had the balls to speak up! That's why he was always in trouble. He wasn't a rebel without a cause... He knew exactly what he was saying.. We never become great friends or nothing, and for the most part, we had our seperate groups, but I did think that there was always a mutual respect, even though he was a "G", and I was " Dude".
I remember this one time.. The counselor stands up in front of the room, and says something like, "Today, we are going to do something specail. We always get to ask you questions, and pry into your life.. Today, I 'm gonna allow you to ask me questions?"
I thought, right away. " this is for the benefits of the idiots. This shiot's rigged, and he is not for a second, gonna come down to our level. if anything he's just doing this for practoice, and to trul fortify his skills"
and all the pussies( in reguards to this story, that is the best charactersiation I can give them) start asking questions..
and then Tony asks the first legitimate questsion.. an honest question.
Trapped that counselor like a fox in a trap,
and the counselor starts YELLING.. " Tony.. I knew where you were going with this.. I let you do it, Tony..You had yto take advantage... Yad.. yad.. yada"..
Go sit in the chair.. Just like that..
He bruised him up good.
Tony walked out and did as he was told, and never once took his eyes off that counselor. never gave into the idea that he did something wrong.
He was one of my favorites in the place.
Paul St. John