Dude, who even knows.
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You know I don’t think I’ve ever seen a depiction of someone living on the first floor of one of those Japanese 2-story cheap apartment buildings, you know, perpendicular to the street with an exterior walkway for a hall?
The place I lived in Echo Park, 1026 N. Bonnie Brae St., was kinda like this, but it was 2brs ziggurating down the hillside with a dingbat parking area at the bottom
The house next door that’s an empty lot now was abandoned and used as a gang house when I moved in for…not Echo Parque, not Big Top Locos, what was the third one?
Anyway the clique leader, a guy called “Pounder”, stopped me on the street once and was like “hey, we know things are changing…” and wanted me to know it was cool and make me sympathetic.
A) I was into Veronica Mars at the time with “Thumper” and found it was hilarious that was a real typea SoCal Latino gang name
B) I did appreciate that! And it did give me confidence, one time I parked close to another guy on the street and his Mexican ass came out to threaten but I just laughed at him, until he trimmed his ask to “give me some more room so I can get away from my girl’s place in the morning before my old lady sees”
Anyway, one day Pounder was shot to death in his car on the other side of the lake and the guys assembled in this building on the other side of mine and some old heads showed up to overhearing I could tell talk them through it without anything rash, and then I posted about it on Livejournal and someone apparently found it and posted an R.I.P. Pounder comment (with context) that night
athingbynatureprodigal reblogged this from kontextmaschine The house next door that's an empty lot now was abandoned and used as a gang house when I moved in for…not Echo Parque,...