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| OrlandoFox | Dec 6 2007, 08:41 PM Post #1 |
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Straight Outta Compton
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I stepped off the plane and breathed in the fresh air, it felt good to be back on the ground. I hated flying and it took something pretty extreme to get me on a plane, this was the case today. I would rather drive all the way over the country than jump onto a metal tin that flew through the air, but a family funeral was a big deal and not something I could miss. As I walked off the plane with my bag in hand I walked straight for the exit of LAX, coming home wasn’t great at the best of times, but it was even worse knowing that I had to bury my own mother this afternoon. I made my way towards the rows of taxis that were sitting just waiting for fares and was about to jump into the first one, when a loud beep made me turn around. “Yo Orlando.” Sitting there in a blue low rider was my little brother T.J, with a red bandana wrapped around the top of his head. “Sup little brother.” I walked across and threw my bag into the back seat before jumping into the passenger seat. “I’ve been waiting here for your plane to land. What took so long?” I scowled across at my brother as he sped off down the street, music banging as loud as the speakers could handle. “How about you just chill T.J, you’re gonna get us both killed.” My little brother was always a hot head driver, not having a licence might have had something to do with it but showing off to everyone else by driving at break neck speeds was one of his favourite games. “Everyone gonna be pumped up to see ya Orlando, you back for good this time bro?” I couldn’t answer him, he looked so hyped to think that I might be sticking around this time, but there was no way I was going to stick around here when there was money to be made in Vegas. “I just wish it could have been under happier circumstances.” T.J’s expression changed and he nodded his head slowly as he pulled the red bandana further down over the top of his head. “And what the hell you doing still wearing this crap?” I pulled the red banada off of T.J’s head as he tried to grab it back whilst keeping his attention on the road. “What the fuck you doing bro?” I tossed the bandana out of the car, growing up in the area I had seen more than enough people get shot just because they were wearing certain colours, I had just lost a mother and I wasn’t about to lose a brother as well in the same week. “Fuck all that blood and crip stuff T.J, its old. You need to get your thing together and grow the fuck up!” T.J wasn’t happy with me at all as he began to strop just as he did when we were kids, but I didn’t care as I kicked back and enjoyed the music as we got closer to the home we grew up in. I grabbed a pair of shades from the dash board and put them over my eyes, there was nothing like being home in Compton and riding through the hood in the sunshine, even if there was the danger of catching a stray one in the head. “Damn things haven’t changed a thing around here…. If anything they getting worse little brother.” T.J kept his eyes straight ahead as he pulled into our road and I looked around at all the run down houses and gangs of kids running the streets. “Well what you expect when people like you run away from the place instead of staying and helping out?” I knew that T.J was still pissed that I through his precious little bandana out of the car so I decided to let the comment pass, but that one stung. I moved out of here to Las Vegas because I wanted to make a better life for myself rather than sticking around here and getting killed at the hands of a gun, couldn’t he see that? “Well here we are!” T.J shouted out as he curbed the car right next to the house that we had both grown up in as kids. The house looked like crap, the paint was flaking from the shutters on the outside and the windows at the front were cracked, but it was still home. I jumped out of the car and made my way towards the front door with my little brother following closely behind. The rest of the people in the front of the neighbourhood looked on very interested as I quickly made my way into the house and looked around. Little had changed since I had last been here a few years ago, but something caught my eye straight away. “That’s one of the only good pictures we got of her bro.” T.J spoke with sadness in his voice that he tried his hardest to cover up as I picked a photo of my mother from the top of the TV. Looking down at her smiling face, it was hard to believe that she was gone and I was back here. Back where it all started, back in the hood, and back where it would all start again. “Yo T.J, this place is looking bad man, after the funeral this afternoon we gotta have a look around and a chat bro, we got to straighten some things out and work out the future.” T.J shook his head in disbelief, he had heard it all before, but little did he know that this time I had a little deal in the pipeline, and this time a little violence would lead to bigger and better things, as long as that violence was sanctioned….. |
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