DJ Train

From Untitled Album

From 92-93, we used to get our haircut by my dad’s friend Randy. Randy was a cool guy. He was the only person I knew who had an arcade machine in his house. It was only the original Super Mario Bros. but it was still awesome. He used to cut hair at his mom’s house in her backyard

One night while we were at Randy’s getting our haircut, my brother had told me about some code that was out for street fighter 2. I didn’t believe him honestly. He was only 6 at the time anyway. What would he know about a street fighter code? I still had to let this guy win occasionally. Randy overheard us discussing this and assured me that there was indeed a street fighter code. Like my brother, he wasn’t sure what this code did either. Supposedly, it allowed you to play as the boss characters like M. Bison, Vega, Sagat, and Balrog. Street Fighter 2 was still hot on Super Nintendo around this time but still I hadn’t heard anything about this code. At this point I was too intrigued to let this go. I had to have it. Randy then mentioned that he had a few homeboys that played street fighter all the time. Randy stayed on Caldwell and Poinsettia. His homeboys were right on Temple I believe, the next street over. Since it was a Friday night my dad didn’t have a problem going over there when we were finished. Randy told us to just ask for Train when we got there.
The house was so close, we could have mobbed over there. However, Compton was no joke in 93. If you lived there in those times you know what I’m talking about. We elected to drive instead. We pulled up to a brown corner house. I don’t think my dad knew who Train was. He knew a lot of people in that area though so it wouldn’t have been surprising if he did know him. We got out and walked to the front door. My dad knocked. A light skinned dude with a Geri-curl answered the door. I could tell he didn’t know who my dad was. The light skinned guy didn’t mad dog my dad or anything, he just gave him that suspicious “Who are you loc?” kind of look. Then my dad asked if Train was there and told the guy what we were there for a street fighter code. The guy told us he didn’t remember the code because he hardly played street fighter anymore but Train would definitely know. Train had just stepped out, so the guy let us inside to wait on him. I can’t remember much about the house and what was going on. There were a few other guys in the living room. My dad knew one of them so he went to go say “what’s up?” My brother and I just sat and waited for Train to get back.

After about 15 minutes, Train finally showed up. I remember him looking similar to the guy that answered the door but with no Geri-curl, I assumed they were brothers or at least related in some way. My dad went up to Train and introduced himself, my brother and me. We gave him a “shake” and followed him to a bedroom. When walked in, I noticed a little kid playing some video games in the corner. I was hoping he was playing street fighter so I could see the code in action. The kid wasn’t playing street fighter. He was playing something I had never seen in up close in real life. He was playing NEO-GEO. I had never seen anyone who owned a REAL Neo-Geo. Back then, Neo-Geo’s ran for about $500. The games alone went for $200 each. I was mesmerized. Then I noticed all the audio equipment in the room. Huge speakers, turn tables, and milk crates full of records. As it turned out Train was MC Ren’s DJ. This just got better and better. Train was a really cool guy. He let us play around with some of his equipment. He put on a new track he just made for MC Ren. It was a nice track. We got to scratch on it a little bit. We had no idea what we were doing but it didn’t matter. It was all in fun. After we had enough of playing DJ, train gave us a bunch of MC. Ren promos, stickers, and fliers. One of the promo tapes we got was MC Ren’s “Final Frontier” The video can be found on YouTube. Pay attention to the video, you can actually see Train together with Ren. Even though we didn’t get the street fighter code, it was a very fun experience. It was also surreal because this was someone who associated with a celebrity. Final Frontier is still one of my favorite MC Ren tracks.

DJ Train was originally part of NWA and the posse. He can actually be seen on the cover of the original album. Ren and Train were childhood friends. Train worked with J.J. Fad and others on the Ruthless Records label.

Maybe about a year later, on the way to Randy’s for our haircut we noticed a bunch of people outside of Train’s house. We had just come from McDonald’s on Long Beach blvd and Caldwell. We slowed down the car to see what all the commotion was about. My dad whistled “What’s up cuzz?” to someone. This guy walks up with a grey sweater and a Seattle Mariner’s hat. I didn’t know who this guy was. i believe he was telling my dad that they had just come from Train’s funeral. Train had died in a house fire a few days before. I don’t know how the fire started and was never able to find out. Train had woken up in the middle of the night and saw the house in flames. In a very courageous act, instead of just saving himself, train risked his life and went room by room trying to get his family out of the house. He managed to get everyone out of the house but went back in to make one final check for any people. Train never came out. They said when the fire department got there; they found him in front of the TV on the floor. He later died at the hospital. I’m not sure whether he died from his wounds or smoke inhalation. Although we didn’t know Train that well, it was still sad to hear that happened. From the one time we did meet him, it seemed like he was such a cool guy. I mean he was a DJ for god sakes. How cool is that? Judging from the fact that he risked his life to save his family from that fire, he is definitely a hero in my book. “Oh, that’s right!” The guy that had come up to the car was MC Ren. My dad and he weren’t friends or anything but they may have remembered each other on that day. I also found out that my aunt and MC Ren were good friends back in the day. They used to rap together. She showed me a post-it note he gave her before he went on tour with NWA. So many things happened in that little neighborhood. You never know who knows who. I do know that it was a pleasure meeting DJ Train before he died. It’s definitely a moment in my life I take pride in. Rest in Peace Train.

You are not from New York

From Good Time Hood Times

You have to be conscious of what you're wearing in Los Angeles. The following story will be told through the eyes of a colleague. The following events occurred all because of the New York Yankees.

I had a fun filled weekend ahead of me. My homeboy Steve was coming over to spend the weekend, I had just got paid and Steve and I were going to a party. I was super excited. I started off the weekend by visiting the mall. I had to buy some new clothes for the party. I got the clothes and I got the shoes, now I just had to get a matching hat. I went over to Lidz to see what new hats they had. I didn't really see much of a selection. I had enough LA hats and I wasn't interested in the NBA hats. I wanted something simple but stylish. Then I saw it. Usually this hat comes in navy blue but they had one more in black my size and it would go perfect with my outfit. It was a slick New York Yankees hat. $40 is a lot to spend on one accessory but it made my whole outfit that much better. All I had to do now was wait on my dad to get home so we could go get Steve.

My dad got home around 6pm. He came upstairs, changed out of his work clothes, and we were off. It was the start of a good weekend. You know one of those weekends where your teacher gave you a lot of homework and you bust it out Friday night so your whole weekend is free to party. My dad seemed pretty happy about something too. I don’t know what it was why but it didn’t matter. It was just cool to see everyone happy about the weekend.

We arrived at Steve’s without a hitch. The plans for that night was to pick up Steve, go pick up our girlfriends, then go to the party from my girlfriend’s house. My girlfriend stayed in LA on 62nd and Vermont (Harvard Park Brims). I didn’t have much information on the party. All I knew is that it was in some location in LA. Before my dad dropped us off at my girlfriend’s house, he had to make a stop in Compton. I can’t remember where we were going but I think it was on Greenleaf by Wilmington (Spook Town Compton Crip). We pulled up to a duplex on Greenleaf. Steve and I waited in the car while my dad went into the house to take care of whatever he had to take care of. It was a tough looking area but I wasn’t worried because we were on a main street. I was sitting in the front seat while Steve was in the back on the driver’s side. We were still talking about our plans for the weekend. The only mistake we made here was that we weren’t paying attention to our surroundings. I heard a noise. It sounded like someone threw something at the car. One rock turned into a few more. I looked up and saw two guys walking bicycles. One had on a Seattle Mariners hat. The adrenaline was pumping. I was still processing what was happening. Then I heard one guy yell, “Fuck Neck bones cuh!” "Neck bones" is a "diss" to Nutty Block Compton Crip. I knew this was some gang shit. I really didn’t know what to do. We didn’t have any weapons but they didn’t seem to have any either. They got on their bikes and hit the corner fast. I knew they were going to get backup. So I got out the car and went to get my dad so we could leave. I just went to the door and knocked to hurry him along so we could get to the party on time. I won’t say that Steve and I were frightened but more nervous. We knew those guys would be back. About one minute later my dad finally came to the car. When we pulled off and made a U-turn on Wilmington, I saw the two guys we met earlier walking back down the street, along with five of their closest friends.

At the time I was more hip to LA gangs than Compton gangs. I told my dad what happened with those guys. "Oh, its because of your Yankees hat" he said. "They don't get along with nutty block over here". I was not aware of my surroundings, which would have been a costly mistake. I was "doomed by my own ignorance". My dad continued, "if you walk around with that hat on, people are gonna think you're special. You are not from New York.” Heed the word of the brother.

We finally arrived at my girlfriend's house. I had already taken my hat off when we exited the 110. We walked in and were pleasantly surprised to see that these chicks were not ready. Steve had brought his xbox so we kept ourselves busy with that. By this time we were laughing about the situation in Compton. I'm sure it wouldn't have been so funny if something would have went down but nonetheless it was the past. After about another hour and a half, the girls were finally ready. My girlfriend’s mom was giving us a ride. She had a huge Astro van, which can seat about 8 - 10 people. The van was about to be tested. My girlfriend yelled, "oh we have to go get so and so". She just started naming off these names of people we had to pick up. It was already 10:30 p.m. and the party started at 9. We were going to be even later. Her mom tried to contest but my girlfriend is very persuasive. Her mom didn't fight long. I was so surprised in myself for not complaining. I guess it was because I accepted the fact that we were already late so there was no use crying over spilled milk. I was also emotionally drained from earlier. I just put my hat over my face and fell into a light slumber.

It seemed like I was asleep for about 30 minutes but apparently it was only 10. When I awoke we were at the party. There we tons of cars which meant there were tons of people. We got out the van and walk to the entrance. We didn't have a set time limit on how long we were going to stay. We could call my girlfriend’s mom whenever we were ready. I was getting into party mode. The music was loud and everyone was feeling good. I put on my hat and we went into the party. It was packed. We were just trying to find a nice spot to chill in before we got our groove on. It was sort of an underground party so they couldn’t serve alcohol most likely because they didn’t have a license. There was a particular group selling drinks though. They were selling cran-grape juice and vodka.

We didn’t drink too much while we were there. We all had one cup. Then something caught my attention. This guy walked past me and gave me a slight bump on the shoulder. I didn’t pay any attention but I did notice him. This guy was wearing a hat over his geri-curl. I was thinking to myself, “This can’t be right” Here it is 2008 and this guy is wearing a hat over a geri-curl. This made me pay more attention to my surroundings. I looked back over at the guy and noticed he was wearing a red T-shirt under his jacket with a red Texas Rangers hat. I was nothing to be alarmed about but again, as a young black man you must be aware of your surroundings. About two hours in I started talking to my girlfriend about the venue. I don’t know what streets we were on at the time but we were right on the edge of Rollin 20’s. I guess I got thrown off because of the area’s neutral look. All of a sudden the music stopped and the hostess walked up on stage. She grabbed the Microphone and everyone and started hyping the crowd up. “What’s up y’all?” The crowd responded with a roar. “Ay, it is crackin’ up in here” The crowd went crazy. She continued, “Ain’t it crackin’ up in here? Look at all these people! We got the Westside rollin’ 20’s up in here, we got some east coast crips, six oh crips, got some stones.” Then out of nowhere someone in the crowd hollered, “Hoooooovaaaaa!!!”

I can’t imagine what compelled this lady to basically give shout outs to all the gangs there. When she ran through the different sets, their perspective members would celebrate. What did she honestly think she was doing? That’s not the way you hype up a party. All she did was get the gang members fired up. After she exited the stage the music was turned back on. There was a tension in the air. Not as many people were dancing now. I knew something was about to go down. We had to get out of that place. The girls of course couldn’t understand why we had to leave. They wanted to stay and dance. I had to sneak and call my girlfriend’s mom to come pick us up. It was around 1 am at the time. Thank god she was still up. Even though you could feel something was about to go down, you still have to keep your cool in these scenarios, especially with women. So to throw them off we continued to dance until our ride came. I figured it would be safer to stay in our little corner and wait than to go outside and risk getting banged on.

Her mom called around 25 minutes later to let us know she was outside. Around the same time we started to exit a fight broke out. Security closed us all in because there were people outside trying to jump in the fights. We were on the far left side of the exit. The fights were more to the right. Unfortunately, there weren’t any other exits available. So we had to blend in and exit with everyone else. While squeezing through the door, I had to pay attention to what was going on still. I saw a group of bloods approaching the exit just when we were. I didn’t make any eye contact. I just wanted to make sure we got through the narrow exit with no confrontations. The exit was so narrow that I was forced to bump shoulders with one of the fired up bloods that was squeezing through along with us. He looked me up and down and said “Fuck Naps blood!” That’s when it hit me; I still had on my New York Yankees hat. “Naps” is a “diss” for any Neighborhood rollin’ crip gang (NHC). They also wear New York Yankees hats. He stared at me waiting for a response as we continued to walk. I uttered the well-known universal phrase, “Oh, I don’t bang man”. It didn’t seem like he was content with that response. He demanded satisfaction.

He walked closer to me and started flashing his gang signs. I didn’t gangbang. All I wanted to do is make sure we got home period. All I was doing was looking for that white Chevy Astro Van. I took my hat off to avoid any other confrontations. “Ed!” I heard. It was Steve and his girlfriend calling me out of a white Astro van.
I hadn’t heard about anything going down at the party in the parking lot. I’m sure the police were quick to arrive none of us were hurt thank goodness. I wondered how my friend and his girlfriend got out before us. I remember us being together at the exit. I guess they managed to find another way out.

A few things to remember here is that if you’re a young black man in Los Angeles, you have to be aware of gangs. It’s unrealistic to say that you have to know every single set in existence but you have to have basic knowledge. You should know basic things like colors, accessory association i.e. hats. Having basic concepts of reading graffiti is also important. Again, just basic knowledge is essential. For example, if you are observing graffiti on a wall, what does it mean if a “B” or a “C” is crossed out or has an “X” in it? These types of things will tell you how to govern yourself in these neighborhoods. A lot of people who claim they can go wherever they want still follow these basic principles. Not every neighborhood in Compton or Los Angeles is a warzone either so don’t be afraid to visit friends or do business in these areas. Whether you’re in Watts, Beverly Hills, or Palos Verdes you should be aware of your surroundings at ALL TIMES no matter whose neighborhood you are in. You don’t’ want to be “doomed by your own ignorance.” Chance favors the prepared mind.

Uncle Bill

Tee Vs. Ty

Tee was our friend that lived on Cliveden. He was a really cool kid. One thing that was always cool about Tee is that e knew how to do back flips. Man was that the coolest thing? He could do them from almost any position. It was like one month he was going to the boys and girls club everyday, then next thing you know he comes back more athletic. The summer time was awesome. We were either playing video games or doing things outside. These were really fun times. I don't know if Eddie was thinking of this but I just thought about how cool it would be if Tee met our other Brother TY. TY is not a blood relative but I've known him since 1984 (the year he was born). The thing about TY was that he was always moving. He lived in Compton on Glencoe one week, the next week he'd be living in the jungles in LA. So if we had managed to get a hold of him, it was always a joyous occasion when he came over. So one weekend, we tracked him down and it was set. We were gonna pick him up from his grandmother's house. I thought Tee and TY would get along great! They were both athletic, they both like video games, both of their first names started with a T, and they were both dark skinned. I felt that with both of them there, we would have even more fun.

So the weekend finally came. My dad went to go pick TY up on his way home from my late grandmother's house on Pearl. Since my dad got paid that day, we were able to go pick up some fast food. We went to Columbia Burger on Central, right off the 91. Their burgers have always been great. I still go there today. Anyway, we got burgers all around and made our way home. To make things even better, Harlem Nights was on TNT! That meant it was censored. So I didn't have to close my eyes during the sex scenes, because there was none!

After we ate, we hooked up Ty's Sega Genesis. Now we had never played Sega Genesis anytime before that, so it was really exciting to finally get to try it out. We had Sonic the hedgehog 1 and Shinobi I believe. We played the game until the wee hours of the night. We all fell asleep in the living room.

The next morning we awoke to pancakes, eggs, and bacon, a rariTy in my household. So we were ecstatic. After a hearTy breakfast, the time had come. It was time to go outside to play and finally introduce TY and Tee. Tee was already outside with his dad helping him wipe his car down. We walked across the street to Tee's house. "Tee this is Ty, our friend we told you about." It looked like everything was going to turn out well.

The first thing we did was play basketball. Tee had a court in his backyard. We picked teams. My bother Eddie was notorious for siding with TY in any competition. He always wanted to be on Ty's team no matter what. I paired with Tee. Now this was an obvious disadvantage because Tee and I both were bigger than Eddie. At the time he was only 6 or 7. Mismatch indeed and of course we smashed them. I can remember TY being upset at the loss. At 11-12 years old winning is very important to a child. Of course he needed an opportunity to redeem himself.

Contest #1. Street Fighter 2.

TY has always been good at street fighter. Better than us in particular. This contest was no exception. I think Street Fighter was the best game he had so that’s all he played. His style was very patient and mature for an 11 year old. He beat everybody with Guile. I mean he ran through us. I got so used to losing that I wasn't even vengeful. Eddie didn't even try to play TY. He knew better, that was his main man. This time around he played as his cheerleader. I was very close to slapping the shit out of him a few times but I let it ride, I knew how he got around TY. Never the less...TY had this one hands down.

Winner: TY

Contest #2 Football

Of course, it was the same teams as basketball. Me and Tee vs TY and Eddie. Another Mismatch. On our team I played quarter back because I was too slow to outrun TY but fast enough to outrun Eddie. This put TY and Tee against each other at wide receiver and cornerback. This was gonna be interesting.

Around this time, I believe Tee was playing pop warner football or had just started, so while playing against TY he seemed a little more skillful. Our End zone was a elongated dip that separated my Great grandmother's yard from her neighbor's yard. We had to tread softly because this was an ultra NO-NO. You never played on your neighbor's yard whether it was maintained or not. More on this later.
Anyway, Tee was beating Ty...badly. Ty was doing his damndest to not get beat. I would hike the ball and just observe them down the yard. They would take off and Ty would try to jam Tee at the line with a hard shove. This is where Ty would usually get beat. Tee would either avoid him completely or do a swim move which Ty didn't know how to defend. He was obviously frustrated and began to get violent. Every other play when Ty would get beat, he would deliver a hammerfist to Tee's back. All you could hear was a deep thud so I knew it was taking a toll on Tee. A few times, he came back to the huddle on the verge of crying but he seemed to tough it out. This was turning into quite the rivalry indeed.

We were going by the old 21-skunk rule where the first team to be up by 21 points wins automatically. Skunk is an understatement compared to what we did to Eddie and Ty. Ty was obviously getting frustrated, yelling furiously at my little brother. I didn't defend him because in relationships, you have to take the good with the bad. He chose his side so I had no sympathy.

LOSE

Winner: Tee


Contest #3 Gymnastics

This was a full on rivalry at this point. Things were starting to get heated. Ty was furious from losing in football and needed to redeem himself. So right after the game the first thing they wanted to do was gymnastics. We spoke very highly of Tee and his acrobatics. He could do a plethora of flips and twists. His backflips were most impressive. If you were a kid and you could do a backflip, you were the man. Ty could do good front flips but he was limited. Unfortunately he could only do flips on a bed or another Type of soft bouncy surface. He could not do back flips at all. This was gonna be interesting.

Tee immediately started with his backflips. Ty had no answer. He made some attempts but the ended up looking like half-assed side rolls. He had know idea how to do one. He would start from a squatted position and bounce up. i guess this was his way of securing his safety as doing standing backflips does have the potential to cause injury if done incorrectly. It wasn't looking to good for TY.

Winner: Tee

Contest #4 Racing

Racing is every kid’s favorite past time. If you wanted to prove your superiority over another, you raced each other. It was getting later in the evening and Ty and Tee had been rough with each other all day. Tee's shirt was ripped and his back was bruised. Tee wasn't an aggressive guy so he didn't fight Ty back. He just took it. I guess he took pride in knowing he bested Ty in all their contests versus responding back with violence.

We marked off their racing lanes and the finish line. The sidewalk could not contain the tension between them, so they had to race in the street. I stood on the side to give the "go!" Eddie was at the finish line to make sure a true winner could be determined. "On your mark.....get seeeet....." WHOOPS! Ty jumped. A little anxious there? He got back on the line. "On your mark....get set................GO!" They took off running. Ty had got a better start than Tee. He was running his hardest and so was Tee. It was only about a 40 yard sprint so Tee had to pick up the pace. By the 20th yard Tee came with a burst of speed from hell and started to "hawk" Ty. Ty was now losing. With only about 15 yards to go, things didn't look good for Ty. Then miraculously Tee seemed to have tripped. He tried to regain his footing but it was no use. He hit the concrete hard. Was he just clumsy or was his shoes untied? Neither. Ty had tripped him. Let me rephrase that, he tripped the shit out of him. As Ty crossed the finish line, Tee laid there on the grown wallowing in pain. I ran over to examine the damage. No scuffs or scrapes thank goodness. A strong sense of uneasiness came over us. Tee had to take up for himself. Tee began to get up off the ground. He was crying but infuriated. We were waiting for a tumultuous explosion. Ty just stood there looking as if he was almost proud of his deed. Then out of nowhere......Tee made a beeline to his house. We assumed he was going to tell his mother what happened. We didn't want any part of that.

These contest were not official, it was us just going about our routine. We were just playing plain and simple. It just turned into something else. I think Ty's problem is that he considered us to be "HIS" friends. He didn't want to share us. So it turned into a battle. It could have been one of those alpha male moments where Ty was just trying to show his dominance but who knows. After that incident Ty and Tee were cool with each other. Whenever Ty would come over it would be a happy time for everybody. There was no more fighting and competitions. Just good clean fun. They probably wont even remember this.

Episode 5: Lick it (part 2)

So Here I am. In Laura’s house and we’re kind of all alone. She’s taking off her pants along with her panties. I was still nervous but as she got closer and closer to getting those pants off a strong sense of excitement came over me. Her pants got to her ankles. She hobbled over to me and tongue kissed me. Now the pants weren’t around her ankles anymore. They found their home under the bed. She pulled me off my bed to my feet and she sat down on the bed next to where I was. She laid back and opened her legs. That’s when I saw it. It was nice, very non-threatening looking I should say. It was clean and shaven. She took very good care of it. She was ready. She then uttered the words that scarred me for life. Words that once generated fear in me but now I adore. “Liiick it….” she whispered slowly. And then I exhaled. No pun intended. I had never licked pussy before. I was a very intimidated. She wanted it bad. “Liiick it…” she whispered again while gyrating her hips left to right grinding on the bed. I stood there motionless. Her breathing got heavier. “Lick it…” I’ve always been the type of person to over analyze things. I started thinking about how much of a grand opportunity this was. A few moments earlier, I was enjoying my youth outside playing with my friends when all of a sudden I get inadvertently placed in an adult situation. Laura was getting antsy. She grabbed my index and middle fingers and brought them to her left knee. She then slowly guided my fingers up her leg to her thighs. I could feel her goose bumps as my fingers got closer and closer to her inner thigh. I could feel the warmth from her hot light skinned pussy. She scooted forward and raised her self up to place my fingers inside of her. It was the first time I had ever felt anything like that. It was so warm and wet inside. She was enjoying herself. She panted louder and louder. I had to quiet her down out of respect of her grandmother. She was supposedly a vegetable but you never know, I wanted to be sure. Took my fingers out of her and demanded again, “lick it…”.
She really wanted it. I had totally skipped the kiddy pool and went straight into the deep end. The view into the kitchen came in handy because we were able to see her mom’s station wagon pull up. She was a light skinned woman who wore glasses. I don’t know about women’s hairstyles so we’ll say her hair was shaped like a mushroom. Well she was sure in a rush and with Laura’s pants being under the bed, we didn’t have much time. Laura stood up and started to put her pants back on. We were in a panic. We were hoping she had some groceries or something in the trunk. That would have bought us some time. She didn’t have any; she came straight to the door. Laura got her pants on but the magazine was still on the bed. The front door opened and the first thing out of her mom’s mouth was “Laaauraaaa?” I grabbed the magazine and ran to the door leading into the hallway. We couldn’t let Laura’s mom see us in her room together alone, it would have looked odd. At the end of the hallway, there was a door leading to Roy’s room. His room had a sliding door leading to the backyard. That was our best bet. So we tip toed through Roy’s room and exited to the back yard. They lived right next door to my grandmother, so I hopped the fence over to her backyard. I was home free. That was definitely a close call. I went into the front yard and treated myself to well deserved drink from the water hose.

Laura had asked me over another time after that but things would always come up. Someone would come home before we could start or my aunt would call me in the house for odd reasons. I don’t think they were hip to what was happening it was just coincidence. One faithful day, I had been left home while my uncle went to the store. His store trips were usually a good hour or two. Laura was home as well. It’s not like I was anxious to give her what she needed, I guess I was addicted to the adrenaline rush of doing all that sneaking around. I had also reached a turning point.

A week before that faithful day, I was over her house once again. She had already taken her pants off and we were in the same situation as before. I guess she heard a noise outside so she got up and walked to the kitchen doorway to investigate. That’s when I saw it. Laura had ass. That was the day I officially became as ass man. The way that her caramel colored butt jiggled was hypnotizing. I couldn’t stop staring. It was short lived. Her mom had arrived so we quickly made a beeline to our usual exit.

So I‘m home with no adult supervision. I had a new motivation. I was going to be the hunter this time, which was really unusual. I love being hunted. I went over to her house. While knocking on the screen door, I had noticed that there was no car in the driveway. She was probably gone. However, someone had started to open the door. I just knew it was her senile granny. I had planned to just ask for Roy. It was Laura. Could this opportunity be more perfect? No. I walked in. She didn’t hesitate. She went right to business. We went into her room and closed the door. We totally skipped the black tail magazine this time. She took off her pants and kicked them under the bed. She sat on the bed and opened her legs “Liiiick it”. I rationalized the situation. I had figured if I were to go ahead and lick her pussy, I would definitely be deserving of some of that sweet caramel ass that I had saw the other day. I don’t know exactly what I would have done to it but fair exchange is certainly no robbery. So I looked at it. Still nice clean and shaven. So I got on my knees. I stalled for a few seconds as I gathered up my last bit of courage. I leaned in closer to her to her thighs. I took a brief look up and could see that she was getting hotter as I got closer. I stuck out my tongue and moved closer. I put my hands on her outer thighs. I gave it a lick. From the bottom to the top of the lips. She went crazy. I could feel her goose bumps on her thighs. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in. I started to eat her pussy. She went insane. She was moaning like crazy. After about 15 more seconds I stopped. I felt like it was becoming one sided. It slipped my mind what I really came there for. Her ass. She was shocked. “Why’d you stop?” she said. I hadn’t developed my mackin’ skills yet so I wasn’t smooth at all. “It’s my turn.” I replied. “Your turn for what?” I couldn’t believe this. What did she think this was? The pleasure Laura only show? No it wasn’t. She went on about how she wanted to see what it felt like. It was her fantasy and she wanted me to be the one do it. She said her piece. ……Piece of shit! We could have been doing all types of stuff because she was still naked from the waist down. She used one of Roy’s favorite phrases on me. “Get out of my yard.” Except she replaced yard with house.

I had been chopped and screwed. I felt embarrassed and molested. I’ll admit I was bitter as well. So for payback I snitched on her to my aunt. I’m not sure what my aunt said to her but I’ll be damned to hell if Laura and her family didn’t pack up and move the following week. I never spoke to her again after the incident. A few years later she did pop up of my grandmother’s house shortly after my cousin was born. I didn’t even want to see her. I went in the other room while she spoke to my grandmother. My grandmother later told me that she said “Hi.” I had learned my lesson for not collecting up front.

Episode 4: Horny Toad (part 2)

So it's time for bed. We start heading to the room. I had to get my nightly last drink of water though, so I stopped in the kitchen. That darn water cooler always kept the water ice cold. it was so cold that you couldn't even enjoy it. You had to take your time drinking it. I always hated that cooler, that's why I'd just drink from the sink most of the time.

So when we got into the room we turned out all the lights and tried to go to bed. However Nesha wanted to talk about her phone conversation with that bum she was digging. The cool thing about Nesha is that she liked to play R&B music before she went to bed every night. I guess thats where i got that from. It became my favorite past time in High School. So while they were talking, I'm grooving to the music. I think Nesha was playing some Jodeci. They'd throw me a bone here and there and try to include me in their conversations but I couldn't offer much input. i was only a kid. They talked and talked until 3-4 am. I ended up dosing off for about 15 min only to be awakened by Nesha's horrid snoring. JS was still awake. "BJ, you up?" She whispered. "Yea." We just started talking about different things all through the night.

At the time there was a girl in my class that I was really fond of. Vanisha. I had a thing for light skinned girls. I dont know what it was. Her grill was jacked up and her braids were usually fuzzy but that was my woman. Anyway, JS was giving me advice on how i could impress her. it was great advice. After I got what I need, I started to get tired. I was dipping in and out. JS was still awake and wanted to talk. She was going on and on about how she couldn't get a boyfriend. She couldn't understand it. I understood why though. She was a really nerdy girl just with big boobs and a big butt. However, you would never know because she wore shorts and t-shirts all the time. She had light skin, wore braces, and was very intelligent. We lived in Compton. She was totally out of her element. I on the other hand thought she was cool. I even told her that as we were laying there. I had always been a real gentleman until around 2005. Don't ask. She seemed like she dug what I was saying. maybe no one had ever told her that before? Who knows.

She really appreciated the compliment. She told me over and over. I felt really good. She then started asking me what qualities i look for in women. Well, I couldn't really answer that because i was only a kid, I didn't really have a preference. It seems like she was open to anything. She did say she preferred a smart man. Then things got a little weird. She was enjoying our conversation so much that she uttered the words all young men dread from cougars. "I wish you were older." It was bitter sweet. It really didn't help me much but I took it for what it was worth. She had asked me if I had ever kissed a girl before. I replied with a tentative "yes!" I was lieing my butt off. She asked me to tell her the story about how it happened. I proceeded to tell her the most rediculous tall tale I had ever told anyone. As a matter of fact it was right out of a movie I had saw earlier with a young Matt Dillion called "Little Darlings". I was slick indeed because she totally bought it. I felt like a "G". Thinking everything was cool, I turned around and tried to go to sleep. I had no clue how hot she had gotten from the lie I just told her. How did I know?

She told me she was bored and wanted to play a game. This was a new game I had never heard of. The rules were she was going to take my hand and rub it across something and my job was to guess what it was and I had to keep my eyes closed. Fun indeed. So the first object she chose felt kind rough but thick. It was too rough to be a shirt and too thick to be a pillowcase. It was her blanket. I got that one right. The second item was hard and cold. It felt like some sort of plastic. I was unsure of what this could be until i felt buttons. It was the phone! Two right so far! The next item was thin and warm. It was her shirt. That one was easy because I could feel the tension of her pulling the shirt to my hand. The next item...........was not too hard but not too soft. It was warm, and had some give to it. As she rubbed my wrist back and forth against it, the object seemed to snap back into place with every stroke. I was stuck. But she wouldn't stop rubbing my wrist against it. She sped up a little. Still couldn't guess. She rubbed my wrist against it faster. "Ohhhhhh, I know what this is!" I muttered. I pulled my hand back and could not say a word. i was paralyzed. I was so shocked that this was happening to me. It was her nipples. A strong sense of fear and pride came over me. I was fearful not because i was a minor but because i didn't know what to do next. Well, what do you usually o to nipples?

I had a great time. It was an awesome experience bar none. I was never one of those kids who always told their parents everything. I wasn't going to get JS in trouble like that. I actually enjoyed it too. We probably would have both gotten in trouble if I would have snitched. That "stop snitchin'" stigma gets put on you early. I won't lie and tell you that I saw people get shot every night in my backyard. My block just wasn't that bad. So while my innocence wasn't lost all at once, it was chipped away at slowly but surely. As a young kid in Compton you will get desensitized to certain things. Mine just happened to be sex.

Erotic boombox

It was one of those fridays. Fridays were when the best thing happened in school. A fight, Chocolate milk, or the candy house was open. Speaking of candy house. Talk about the entrepreneurial spirit. These fools would buy a gang of candy whole sale and sell it to the whole neighborhood at rock bottom prices. You could get now laters for a quater (the 5 pack). A big nasty ass pickle for like 50 cent (yuck) and cheese popcorn WITH a soda was a dollar. the only issue was the inconsistency. Their hours of operation flucuated. the only way you knew when they were open was through word of mouth. Anyway. I was in fourth grade. Along with my favorite sweater, my swag was on that day. There was this little light skinned girl in my class i had a crush on. Me and my comrade "Poo" were tryin' to make moves that day. He liked her homegirl Andrea. We each wrote letters to our respective crushes and gave it to them a little before lunch recess just to let em marinate a little bit. Recess was the best ever because we played dodge ball. This was turning out to be a pretty posetive weekend. Plus me and Poo had talked about going to Chris's house to play street fighter after school.

Around 230pm everyone was antsy. We all wanted to leave even the teacher too. 245 had never takin so long. The bell did finally ring and we lined up to go home. Me and Poo had a friday ritual. "You wanna bone out?" "Let's bone out!" So instead of lining up like the others to walk outside, we'd just run out of the classroom and b-line to the gate. Before going anywhere after school i had to stop by my late grandmother's house to "check-in". That's when things took a weird turn.