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Family Values & Instruments of Surrender


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The What

 

A girl caught up with the S/S Playboys 13 set, banging out on Brouge Ave in central Davis. Forced to support her struggling step mother through a series of robberies, illicit trades and kicks to the teeth. Our thread will follow the life and times of Davis High Shortstop, Andrea Sarmiento, a resident from the neighborhood as she struggles to walk the line between well-adjusted young woman and down bad Sureño affiliate.

 


 

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The Who

 

A girl born to a pair of deadbeat parents in South-Central. Andrea’s father had a tendency to drink, and then take out his drunken frustrations on her and her brother. It wasn’t uncommon for her or her sibling to wind up in school with a busted lip or a black eye. At age six, her mother overdosed. A year later her father wound up with a younger woman and her two boys. Her father grew and sold weed out of his basement, assisted by her older brother Josue.

The police inevitably caught wind of what was happening and in a search, her father sold his son out and scapegoated the operation onto him. A year later, he was arrested for various charges, anyhow. Her step brothers are both affiliated with the S/S PBS13 set. While one was killed about a year ago, her younger sibling, the older one has been incarcerated for the past two years and change, leaving Andrea alone with her step mother, Rosana.

Rosana does her best to try and look out for Andrea, who came to grow very close with her step-brothers and their activities, for she doesn’t want her step daughter to walk the same path and wind up dead, or behind bars herself.

 


 

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Mortal Reminders

 

Below we'll find a troubled rabblerouser's attempt to organize her thoughts in messy internalizations, reflections and reminders of one's mortality, humanity, or at times lack there-of.

 

People are not perfect.

 

Sarmiento is just another statistic waiting to cross someone's desk.

 

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March 19th, T-Flats

 

You had a normal day.

Well, normal as can be.

You watched a kid get shot up on the way to school.

But that's neither here nor there.

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You had softball practice for your game Friday.

It's just a practice game, but you always try your best anyhow.

Elaine is from Jamestown and she called your madrastra a 'slipper-heeled hoe'.

You threw to first like you were supposed to; but you caught her in the alley after the game.

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A knock on your lip and a few strands of hair pulled free.

It hurt, but you didn't much mind.

Seeing her nose bloodied and her mascara run with tears?

That made you feel pretty tall, for a short little idiot.

 


 

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March 20th, Construction Yard, Downtown Davis

 

You didn't think your day could get much more fucked up.

You and Manny were cruising.

You watched a handful of jura raid an apartment block.

Then this foo from the opps pulled up on his bike.

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Neither of you thought he was strapped.

He was on some weird shit.

Then your homeboy said the magic words;

"Fuck Trannies an' they dead hawmies."

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He pulled a heater out, you swear you saw your life flash.

You've never been pulled on straight up before.

You were never the target.

He clipped Manny twice, Manny shot him dead.

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You felt a little sick to your stomach, afterwords.

There was an awful lot of blood.

You thought he might kick off right then and there.

You probably saved his life.

 


 

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March 21st, Brouge Ave

 

You didn't sleep much after last night.

You still had blood on your hands, and on your shirt when you went home.

Rosana didn't see, you figure you got lucky.

Or maybe she did, and just didn't say anything.

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You met a strange bird today.

His name is Rodrigo.

He's a year younger than you, obsessed with Beyblades.

You think that kid-shit is beneath you.

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You got to flex on him when you told him you play a sport.

He doesn't.

Beyblade isn't a real sport.

The look on his face made you feel really good.

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He annoys you an awful lot.

You're not sure if you even want to fuck with him.

You and him hung around STL a while.

You made a few friends with the girls there.

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You got into a fight with Gritty.

She knocked you on your ass, but you made her bleed.

She smiled at you after, and helped you up.

She's the kind of hard bitch you wish you could be.

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March 21st, Charleston Projects

 

You aren't sure what to make of what happened today.

This boy from another hood was beating on your homie.

You watched until it was over, and he was catching his breath.

Then you elbowed him in the side of the head.

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He went down like a bag of bricks.

He knew what he was signing up for, didn't he?

What were you supposed to do?

You wouldn't want someone to do nothing if that were you.

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It surprised you when he hit his head on the sidewalk.

There was so much blood, more than you've ever seen.

Popped like a melon.

You and Rodrigo had no words to say, at the time.

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You felt sick.

You felt your head swimming.

You got hot in the face and thought you might fall down.

But you just couldn't stop staring at it, could you?

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What's wrong with you?

Why would you do that?

You wanted to hurt him, but did you want to kill him?

Are you a murderer?

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You tell yourself it was an accident.

Accidents happen to people, don't they?

That's what Josue used to tell you.

That's all this is; just another happy little accident, right?

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Is intent everything, or is action all that matters?

 


 

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March 22nd, Carson Ave

 

You and your homies went beefing with the Trannies.

For the first time you got brought along on a big affair.

Okay - maybe it isn't a big affair.

But it mattered to you.

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You didn't sleep at all last night.

Every time you close your eyes you see Cam's head blow open on the sidewalk.

You couldn't tell your madrastra about it.

She'd never look at you the same way again.

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The whole lot of you kicked a few teeth in.

What a rush that was.

Like lightning in your bones.

You've never felt so good in all your life.

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Then came the low.

The adrenaline wore off and you started feeling sorry for yourself.

You went for a bike ride to the LTD.

That's where they found you.

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The same people you and your friends got into it with.

There were six of them, this time.

One grabbed you by your waist, pulled you off your bike.

Threw you face-first into the sidewalk then stepped on you.

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You can't remember much past that.

You can only remember waking up and calling Sergio.

You couldn't feel your legs, so you crawled down the sidewalk.

You crawled as far as your arms could drag you.

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You don't know how far you made it.

You only remember waking up in a garage with Droopy and the gang.

They iced your head and put a shirt on it to stop the bleeding.

Your eye was swollen shut.

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You couldn't go home that night, because Rosana would see.

She'd see and she'd know.

She'd know you're out there doing the wrong thing.

You're not so sure you want to settle for right, after getting a taste of wrong.

 


 

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March 23rd, Brouge Ave

 

You still had blood in your hair the next day.

You woke up feeling sorry for yourself.

Your whole body hurt.

Worse than any sports practice or gym trip you've ever taken.

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You still couldn't go home.

You couldn't open your right eye, not even a little bit.

You were laying on the grass like a little bitch.

How are you gonna be a gangster if you give up so easily?

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What would your homies make of you?

You and your pussy behavior.

Pull yourself together or you'll wind up a mark.

Get a grip, faggot.

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Noel and Rodrigo pulled you out of the grass.

Took you back into the garage and sat you down.

The former iced your face, then he did your nails.

Then washed the blood out of your hair.

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No boy's ever done that for you, before.

It put you over the moon.

You couldn't stop smiling at him.

All the while, you forgot who the real homie was.

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