It was so hot I was sweating. I felt my wet shirt sticking to my back every time I moved… Or rather was moved. It was a very bumpy ride. The Buick handled well but not from my standpoint.
It was the summer of ’95, I’d just finished 5th grade. Hanging out with the neighborhood kids I’d become friends with some of their older brothers and their brothers friends. I liked hanging out with them more than with my friends. They were all 18 or older and to me being a 12 year old they seemed like gods.
My good friend and fellow juvenile delinquent AC had a older brother Mike. AC and I would hang with Mike and his older friends drinking, smoking weed and long, thin, menthol cigarettes AC would steal from his grandma. Being the confused, misled, fatherless punk kid I was I gladly accepted it when a few 18 year olds beat me into SDC, Southside Dangerous Crips (when I reflect on SDC I wonder if the older guys were just confused, misled, punk young adults who’d made up a gang).
Every day SDC would all link up around the neighborhood and drive around in a Buick Regal that belonged to a guy named Tink. We’d roll deep bumping Haystack’s ‘Car full of Whiteboys’ on repeat and Tupac’s album Strictly for my Niggaz. We’d drive from spot to spot and steal cigarettes and beer, which we’d later drink in the neighborhood or at the beach. We thought we were real hard, though we were real gangsters.
One day AC and I were rolling with our older SDC members when Tink told us about a easy come up he’d been planning for some time now; robbing a dealers house for a few pounds. The dealer was out of town for the week and Tink knew where the stash was. We went to pick up a homegirl named Erica. I remember she had a bright red shirt on and everybody was bugging out and told her she wasn’t allowed in the sky blue Buick full of Crips. After she changed her shirt we left the neighborhood and drove to Safeway where Erika, Mike and Tink went in and stole cigarettes.
Smoking cigs behind Safeway Tink said it was time to go through with the plan. Another SDC member, Josh, linked up with us before we left. Now being too many to legally fit in the cab AC and I had to ride in the trunk. We bitched about it while smoking a last cigarette but it didn’t have any affect on our superiors decision. We climbed in and made ourselves comfortable before the trunk was shut.
The music was extremely loud in the trunk. Every now and then someone in the backseat would lift out one of the speakers and pass a cigarette or a joint to us through the hole.
The road seemed to be getting more and more bumpy as we sat in the smokey, dark, sweltering heat of the trunk. I was happy to feel the car finally come to a stop.
The trunk opened and Mike was there with a gallon of Monarch. He passed it to me and I took a swig before giving it to AC. The car was parked at a pull off on the outskirts of a residential area. Tink told us the house was close and the door would be unlocked. We locked the car and followed Tink as he led the way to the dealers house.
The house was right on the road. All the doors were locked and bars covered the ground floor windows. It didn’t seem like the easy come up Tink had described a few hours earlier. There was an upstairs window right above the roof of the porch that was open. The older guys decided AC and I would climb up and go through the window and unlock the doors for them. I didn’t like this deviation from the original plan but I didn’t want to look like a pussy either. Mike and Tink gave us boosts up onto the roof of the porch.
The screen didn’t want to come off so easy so I had to break the metal frame it was held into the window by. The house was tidy, it certainly didn’t look like a dealers house. AC and I went down and let the older SDC members in. Tink went straight to one of the rooms as if he knew the house. I started to think it’d be an easy come up after all. He came back out of the room and said the stash wasn’t there. We searched the other rooms for the weed to no avail. AC took a few Super Nintendo games from the living room. Mike took a warm 6-pack of diet caffein free CocaCola.
Back at the car we drank the warm sodas with the warm Monarch. Tink was pissed off that we didn’t get anything that made it worth our while. Mike said he knew a spot close by that we could easily steal some guns from. That sounded a bit extreme to me but I refrained from voicing my opinions. We all (really just the older guys as AC and I didn’t get much say in most matters) discussed taking the guns. We drove about five minutes away and parked the car on the side of the street. Mike and Tink went to go check the house out while the rest of us waited. Erika showed Josh, AC, and I her tits for a few times. That was the best part of my day so far.
About 10 minutes later they came back and said that the guy wasn’t home but that his senile mom was. Mike explained to everyone where the guns were and how easy it’d be to take them with only the old lady home. After drinking more vodka the older guys told AC and I we needed to go and take the guns. We argued about it for a bit but in the end that’s how it was to go down.
As AC and I went down the road to the house I explained it seemed weak that we had to do the dirty work after WE were the ones who’d busted into the last house. He agreed and said he didn’t want to do it. We crept through the neighbors hedge and looked in through the windows from the bushes. We could see the senile lady sitting watching TV or something. I told him I didn’t want to do it either and that I was shook because the lady was home. We sat in the bushes smoking cigarettes for a short while and went back to the car. The guys were pissed off we returned empty handed. We said the lady was staring out the windows looking around like she was looking for something or someone.
A few days later we’d just returned to the hood from a cig boost at Safeway. I had 17 packs of cigarettes in my jacket and pants pockets. Two cars pulled up to my friends house we were all at. One was a police car, one was a Honda Civic sedan. One of the homies said it was the land owners of the woods we always drank and smoked in. We figured they were coming to tell us we weren’t allowed to be in their woods anymore. The homie was wrong. It was my first of many unpleasant encounters with the police. The two people in the Civic were detectives. AC and I were arrested.
I’m not ashamed to say that at the station I cried a bit when being questioned by the detectives. I thought it would somehow change the outcome of my predicament and in all honesty I was scared. I’d never been arrested before, there’d been run-ins with the law before on Kauai and Catalina island but never a anything to this degree. Erika had told the police all the events of the day in detail. I to this day dont know how the police knew it was us, maybe some of the older guys had prints on file. I didn’t give the detectives any information nor did I do what I later learned is your best option in such a situation. Plead the fifth and demand a lawyer.
The police informed me of the class B felony Residential Burglary I’d committed. As well as the class B felony Theft of a firearm and the class C felony Unlawful possession of a firearm in the second degree AC and I avoided by hiding in the bushes rather than entering the second house and stealing the guns.
My court appointed Public Defender was named Tony Auto. He fought my case vigorously for me and I only served three days in juvenile hall, received a years probation and had to do 500 hours of community service. Tony Auto was hired to be my attorney for three cases I later faced, winning them all.
This traumatic ordeal sadly didn’t deter me from breaking the law in the future. I was clearly taken advantage of by the older guys (or they were simply mentally handicapped) and dropped SDC and didn’t hang with those cats for a few years.
“War is peace.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength.”
George Orwell