so i live in los angeles. (i love how british people say it by the way. it sounds like 'laws anne-gel-lease', so cute ^.^ cause we as americans pronounce it 'laws anne-gel-less'. i myself pronounce it in spanish because i am mexican american and this city was named after the virgin mary when the spanish settled here, TAKING THE LAND FROM THE NATIVES. they named it: El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Ángeles del Río de Porciúncula. it basically means 'the town that belongs to our lady the queen of all angels and a portion of the river'. later it got shortened, because come on. it was way too long).
but that's not the point.
today's 'rant' persay is about gangsters.
as many of you might know, there are gangsters in LA. (surprise.) and a group of them has actually taken my street as their turf.
like, they don't even fucking live on this street.
NONE OF THEM.
i honestly just want to yell out my window, "yOU DONT EVEN LIVE HERE! GO HOME." but i don't have a death wish. and i KNOW they don't live here. cause last winter my mum, sister, and i were trying to help bring money into the house by selling mexican bread and coffee in the mornings. and one of them was standing out there by himself (they literally have their head quarters on the side walk directly across from my house). and so he came to buy some coffee, he was about my age and started chatting with us.
and so we asked him why he was out there in the cold by himself.
and he said he got bored at his house so he walked all the way here from like ten blocks away to wait for the other guys. and it was like six in the morning.
some of them are pretty chill if you don't mess with them.
but i remember about a year ago, six blocks from my house (they have two hangout spots. one on my street and the other happens to be on the street where my aunt lives and we visit her alot so there's no getting rid of them) some gangsters literally broke into some old lady's house and they had her kidnapped while they got drunk and had parties at her house.
it was terrifying.
i don't know if it was the same group of guys who hang out at my street, but i'm sure they know each other.
anyway, the reason for my rant is that this morning they were standing further down the street, but on my side. and i was gonna go buy some breakfast cause there is like nothing in the fridge. and as soon as i saw them, i walked right back home. i know its not nice to judge people, but better safe than sorry.
the other reason for my rant is; why can't they hang out at their own damned street? why do they have to ruin my street?
-clary xx
