One night while my grandma was in town, my brother and I decide to sneak out and hang out with our gangsta friends all night. This night was a school night and we snuck out while both my grandma and mom were watching TV downstairs. The way in which we snuck out was by jumping out of the two story . . . Read More..

I vividly remember this POS van that we used to have. I think my Dad bought it for 500 bucks.

It was such a POS that one time my Dad would tap his ashes from his cigarettes directly on the floor as well as let us spit on the floor before they put this ghetto carpet in. We only did that once. Additionally the crapper had a hole in the floor and we could see the road as we drove. It was sweet.

When it started up it was a loud shrieking noise. And one time I was chilling outside and my Dad started it up out of the blue. It scared me soo bad that I ran to the door thinking someone is doing a drive by.

I ran my kneee directly into the corner of the porch and I still have a scar to this day. I even remember having a cast on my knee and I remember ripping it apart because I itched soo bad.

When I was in third grade, the most popular rap artist at the time was Kriss Kross. A few weirdo fans like myself would even dress up to . . . Read More..

At one of my first basketball games I made a very big mistake.

Someone had fouled Kevin Shear and it was one of those fouls where you took the ball out on your own side.

Well me being the distracted type, forgot which side we were actually shooting on and sprinted across the court really fast. Apparently the whole crowd was yelling at the top of their lungs for me to stop.

But I just blocked them out. It was my moment of glory. So I did a layup on the other teams basket.

It really sucked and what was BS was the fact that the referees didnt even take it back.

I really had a lot of fun at Saturday games. I loved getting to these high school gyms beforehand and I liked wandering around hanging out with my teammates. Practice was a lot of fun too. I miss basketball. I just wish I had missed that shot that day.

My friend Kevin, my best friend Nickand I used to ride our bike around his neighborhood playing kick the can. We would kick over garbage cans and also kick newspapers off of the mailboxes because it was hilarious and exciting.

It was exciting when we would piss someone off really bad. I remember a few people yelling and chasing us. I also remember me almost getting caught by the guy. At least it wasnt damaging too much. Just causing a fair amount of havoc. Oh well boys will be boys.