So today ..I was youtubing...and found myself with a documentary on gangs in ES.
One of the guys on there reminded me of one of my highschool classmates...
He was a baby face...his name was Luis..and he was very tall ...a little chubby ..he seriously looked like a teddy bear...they called him .."chimbimba" ..lol..I never called him that ...I never call people by their nicks unless they are cute...anywho...
The reason why it reminded me of him ...he was one of the smartest people in our class..we would often compete on who got the better grades..etc. Anyway ...in our last year..we became somewhat close...at times it would be me and him and we would just talk nonsense...honestly I had a lot of guy friends in H.S they were all very kind and sweet ...and the girls would hate me for this even though it was clear I had m boyfriend...and I even had problems with that person as well..but that just a whole other issue within itself...
So one day ...talking and talking he told me ..im gonna join a gang...we had a couple of active gang members as classmates...which was not scary at all ...I mean at least I never felt scared of them ...but maybe thats just cuz Im weird ..and dont care about dying....anyway ..he told me this and I just looked at him and knew right away he was serious...
I asked him why and his answer left me speechless...I am not loved or feel that I belong in my house..these guys and chicks make me feel welcome, protected etc...I said well..if you are doing it then dont come after me ..LOL ..I knew that he would do it..he told me he was scared of the initiaton and all that...I hugged him and wished him luck...
I few days later...he came to me again..and he said..I did it...I am in..he told me what happened and showed me his bruises...they looked pretty bad...he looked diferent..I dont know if I was seeing him in a different way ...or he had really changed overnight..but he did look different...for the remainder of the year ..we grew apart..his grades slipped some and he was no longer interested in competing for grades...
It was sad ...I felt I had lost a friend...even though every now and then he would come to me to just talk..he never told me about his gang life and I never asked...
We graduated and I came back to the US...a year after I went back to ES and on my way to college one day I saw him ...and we talked...I never asked and he never said it...but he hadnt left the life ..I could tell..strangely he was in college...and by what he said, he was doing well...that was the last time I ever saw him...and even thought of him...
Until today ...
I wonder how he is...what was of his life?...I hope he is doing well...my highschool days fade and fade but there are a few events that I will never forget ...and that day he showed me his bruises...I wont forget ...because he wasnt only showing me his bruised body ...he was showing me his bruised soul....
...chelitta
