The One Time ( of many ) I Really Didn't Do It : Summer of 93

You would have to read some other posts of mine to find out how, when and why I became a gang member, this post is a story from 1993. I joined the gang when I was 12, maybe 11. In 1993 I was 22 years old and a well known member of a gang that fell under the NHCs, or Neighborhood Crips. They have control of various areas of South Central ranging North to South, 1st street to 190th Street. East to West they roam from South Central to Compton.

Some notable affiliated " sets " of Neighborhood Crips are as follows : The Neighborhood - Rolling 100s, ( Block Crips, Underground Crips, 105th St. Hustlers, Raymond Ave. Crips, Budlong Crips, 111th st and 115th st) Rolling 60's, East Coast Neighborhood Crips, Rolling 90s , Rolling 40s, Rolling 30's , 55th Street and 57th streets to name a few, which there are too many to list for this publication, not to mention the Bloods of Los Angeles.

Now, by the time I was 22-23 years old, I had become a professional armed robber, statute of limitations have expired, so don't try it. However I wouldn't rob working class people, I had a conscious, kind of, well more so than my fellow associates, so I'd rob other criminals, drug dealers.

A friend of mine we'll just call friend out of respect for the dead, and I were best buddies, although from different "sets" of Neighborhood Crips, ( which all got along with each other ) he'd come over all the time to our neighborhood cause there was a girl from my neighborhood he used to date, she lived next door to me. I knew this dude from high school though, so we were familiar with one another before he started to date my neighbor next door.

Well moving on with the story, Friend was waiting for his girlfriend to come home, she was out with her mom and little brother shopping. So we decided to do something real quick to kill the time. I knew where some Bloods were that moved a lot of dope, easily 10-20k a day, I had been studying this spot for awhile, and had never made my move on them.

So I looked at friend and was like " What's up cuz?, your girl ain't gonna be home for awhile let's go hit this lick real quick!." I explained what it was and what we were going to do and the escape route. " 3 minutes for 10k cuz maybe 20k, I'll split it with you, and any dope we get that's split up the butt too. " (In Half for you squares out there) Friend didn't need much more convincing, so we geared up, for the mission at hand.

Now by this time I was already a Marine Combat Vet, plus I had been shot twice already, I was used to stressful life or death moments, I knew what to do and how to remain calm under fire, my mistake that day was assuming everyone knew what to do, but I was terribly wrong.

I'm not going to detail the robbery, but it went down relatively smoothly, I never counted the money but I assume it was about eight-thousand dollars cash or so, and a bunch of powdered coke and weed, that we never got to weigh to estimate value.

I had planned our get away ahead of time, North 8 blocks through the lights even if they were red, West on Century for 15 blocks or so, Then North on Western Ave, then back to the teepee, home base, safety etc.

When we go to leave, what does friend do? He heads South, BIG MISTAKE!! we were headed deeper into Bloods Territory, and this got bad really fast.

" I yelled what the fuck are doing homie?, we're going to get killed!!, turn around!!" At that moment we got caught behind a car at a red light boxed in on left and right side, I can see it about to happen. I said " Man let the fucking top up, you gonna die trying to look cool in a fucking convertible. " He had a brand new 1992 Ford Mustang 5.0 convertible.

The light turns green and I hear , "POP ,.... POP, POP ,POP , .....", Friend slumps over instantly, but only his head sort of, the rest of his body stiffened up like a 2x4 piece of lumber. His right foot slammed down on the accelerator and that 5.0 took off like a scared cat covered in hot grease.....I grabbed the steering wheel and jerked to the right, we crashed through a light pole, a bus stop bench, a wrought iron fence about 8' feet high and into someone's living room.

I checked myself over and I had blood pouring of my head and face, something crunchy was in my mouth, but later for that, these motherfuckers are reloading half a block behind me.

I looked at friend a verified what I knew already, friend was just about dead, struggling for air as I called his name, screaming " Come on man goddamn not now, lets go man stop fucking playing, they gon' kill us." Friend slumped over in my lap, the left side of his head missing an brain and skull exposed, as he was still trying to breath, I touched the hole in his head, I saw the hole in his rib cage,( bullet traveled through door and struck him under left arm pit area) as well as another through lower part of the door that struck his left leg, plus the head wound, friend was done.

Leaving the cash and dope in the car, I grabbed my pistol and jumped out in the middle of Blood neighborhood as a well recognized Crip, I was about 7 miles behind enemy lines, the Marine started to kick in like muscle memory.

Ok, I thought..."Cover and concealment, don't fire unless I have to, never give away your position, I'm out numbered and most definitely out gunned, as all I had was a Colt 1911 ACP, my favorite.

So I take off running out the car and headed West, all I can hear is " Blood there he go, get him..." They shoot a couple times at me from about half a city block away or so, I don't return fire.

I ran one block West as they fell in line about 100 yards behind me, I can see three of them, closing in on me, gaining ground.

I turn North and luckily what do I see? An alleyway...!! " OK!!!! , " I said to myself, " I might get home tonight after all," I turn down the alleyway and head back East, back towards them, and to double behind them, an ambush them I thought.

Well I ran about halfway back East down the alley, and saw a gate to a house that looked abandoned, I hopped the fence, and took cover behind one of the biggest trees I have ever seen in the ghetto. This tree had to be 5' feet around in diameter, and had low hanging limbs that almost touched the dirt. I wait...and wait, then I hear footsteps running up the alley, and then stop...right in front of the gate to the yard I was in.

"Damn Blood, he gone I don't bee him (see him the way bloods say it) that ni@@a disappeared," as they laughed amongst themselves. I started to pray..." Dear God, this might be the last time you and me have this talk like this, but I did it to myself. I'm sorry, I know better, I'm Catholic Father...plus I ain't got no kids or nothing, ( I have 3 now ) get me out alive Father, I can take another gunshot or two, but I want to live, please cuz, and I don't want to kill anyone, not tonight at least Father, if you can help a ni@@a out , I'd appreciate it, gimme a sign or something man I need to know you listening to me, you can hear me right Father?, let me know if you can hear me, please I'm about to die, again Father."

Call it what you will, but there's a song by an R & B group back in late 80s early 90's , Toni, Tone', Tony.....the song titled, " It Never Rains In Southern California," came to my mind cause at that moment it started to rain, pretty hard too; IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA, which it never does, for real, it doesn't!

About a minute passes and then I hear the greatest sound I have heard that day, actually since combat, a police helicopter, mind you this all happened in a matter of 5 minutes. The shooters we will call Bloods, shot a couple rounds in the air in a last ditch effort to get me to reveal myself, I stayed motionless getting soaked in the rain laying in the mud. The shooters took off further East up the alleyway and disappeared into the night.

I waited for the police helicopter to start circling the crime scene down on the Eastward corner, where the front of a house had half a mustang in the living room.

I stood up and started walking out from my concealed location, the police copter illuminated me almost instantly...I had ditched the gun already under that house, that evening, it was clean so I wasn't worried if cops found it, The Los Angeles Police Department, 77th Precinct to be exact responded to the call. A young white lady cop was first to see me and she drew her weapon and said, " Were you in that car down on the corner?"..... I responded, "He's my best friend,"....she shouted, " Get down on the ground and put your hands behind your back...." I knew better than to try a white cop with a gun drawn on me, even then, like now ain't shit changed.

I complied, she came up and cuffed me without incident, she helped me to my feet and spun me around to look at me in my face....that's when she and I both took time to take it all in.....my white T shirt was red know, the green Levi jeans I had on were soaked in blood and mud. My New York Yankees hat was missing in action, blue converse All-Stars weren't blue anymore either, and my face was red on left side with dried blood and bone fragments from Friends skull, I also then realized what the chewy crunchy stuff was in my mouth this whole time, it was friends skull and brain matter...gives me shivers as I'm writing this.

Well, the lady cop looks at me and asks " Are you injured ? Are you ok son?" I said " Yeah I'm alive."; she responded " Good thing then , you're under arrest for the crime of Murder, we have a transport vehicle in route."

Ladies & Gentlemen, this was my second arrest for murder; yet no convictions as you may guess because I'm in my living room typing this, if you've read this far thank you, and know I have many more stories from the LA Street Chronicles, as well as the United States Marine Corps. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I cried writing it, thank you again, and thanks to the city of angels my home; where demons roam the night.

Avimael Yahudah.

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