“Orale, but do me a favor, ese. Load my cuete,” I answered as I exited the freeway and headed straight to my Barrio Park. The park had a giant concrete dead end towards the middle of it. Everybody would cruise in and park along the sides. All the older homies from Apache would go almost every weekend to barbecue. It had small hills throughout the park with lots of old twisted trees for shade.
“What’s up?” said Chuey as we pulled up to park. I shook his hand as I got out of the car. He had just been released from jail for an assault a few months back. It felt good to see him out and free.
“Nada homie,” I answered as I walked with him to where the homeboys were standing. I could smell bud as I walked closer to the park benches.
“Que onda?” yelled one of the older vatos from the hood.
“Nada, nomas another day,” I said as I shook everybody’s hand and sat down.
Big Ed, Tobo, Chuey, Spider and Dragon were all talking about a fight they had gotten into the night before. It wasn’t too often that they were all out of jail and kicking back at the same time. Luckily I hadn’t been caught for anything. I was the only vato that hadn’t done any time yet. My primo Alfredo would put in work for Apache so he was quickly accepted as one of the homies. Plus, he was related to me. It was a firme day, puro oldies, rap and carne cooking on the grill.
As the sun began to set some of the older homies began packing up. They had their kids and ladies with them. They knew how rowdy it got on some nights. I didn’t trip. I had a brand new cuete ready to put a bullet into a chavala. Some of the homies were passing out beers and rolling joints when suddenly we saw two cars pull into the park. We knew exactly who it was.
“What’s up?” said Chuey as we pulled up to park. I shook his hand as I got out of the car. He had just been released from jail for an assault a few months back. It felt good to see him out and free.
“Nada homie,” I answered as I walked with him to where the homeboys were standing. I could smell bud as I walked closer to the park benches.
“Que onda?” yelled one of the older vatos from the hood.
“Nada, nomas another day,” I said as I shook everybody’s hand and sat down.
Big Ed, Tobo, Chuey, Spider and Dragon were all talking about a fight they had gotten into the night before. It wasn’t too often that they were all out of jail and kicking back at the same time. Luckily I hadn’t been caught for anything. I was the only vato that hadn’t done any time yet. My primo Alfredo would put in work for Apache so he was quickly accepted as one of the homies. Plus, he was related to me. It was a firme day, puro oldies, rap and carne cooking on the grill.
As the sun began to set some of the older homies began packing up. They had their kids and ladies with them. They knew how rowdy it got on some nights. I didn’t trip. I had a brand new cuete ready to put a bullet into a chavala. Some of the homies were passing out beers and rolling joints when suddenly we saw two cars pull into the park. We knew exactly who it was.