Archive | September, 2012

“Who You Know”

18 Sep

In a small town in Los Angeles, it’s pretty typical to have gangs roam around your area, especially when your house is literally across the street from the projects. I didn’t hang out with any gangs growing up but we all knew each other from around the neighborhood and we normally didn’t bother each other.

I grew up playing baseball at a local field where most of my friends from school played. By the time I got to high school I had stopped playing ball but I did hang out with most of the kids I played ball with, the others had either moved away or fell in with other crowds. I wasn’t popular nor was I a loner, but I knew different people from all clicks of the school. Walking down the halls between classes, I would say hi to people here and there, especially the girls.

One day was when I was walking home with a friend, when all of a sudden we were aggressively approached by a couple of cholos from a near by gang. They were harassing us about where we were from and what set we claimed, pushing and getting in our faces. My dad taught me to not throw the first punch, he said to wait for the other person to swing, then let them have it! My friend and I weren’t as big as them but we still didn’t back down. We continuously told them that we weren’t from any gang or set, as they called it. I’m not gonna lie, I was scared, but if we had to throw down, I know we were ready. Our chests were puffed and our fists were clinched preparing ourselves for a fight that was swiftly approaching. The gangsters didn’t let up, until one of them recognized me. He and I knew each other from when we were kids, playing ball at that old baseball field. When he finally figured out who I was, he dropped the tough guy act and told his homie to forget it, and they just left. This was the first time I was hit up by anyone from a gang. I’d like to think that we didn’t coward out and that we stood strong. But had I not known that guy from little league, I’m sure the story would have turned out differently and similar to what I found out the next day. A couple of other kids were beat up by the same cholos a few blocks away from where we got hit up. Those kids got really messed up, one of them even went to the hospital for a concussion. I guess it goes to show you, “it’s all about who you know.”

The End.


In a small town of Los Angeles, a boy grows p around gangs. He played baseball with friends at school, during high school he got to know more people and still talked with most of the old baseball buddies. One day as he and a friend walked home they were harassed by gangsters and almost got into a fight, but because one of the gangsters was an old baseball buddy who recognized the boy, the gangsters went on their way and the fight was obverted.


Exposition: explanation of knowing people and living around gangs.

Conflict: When they are approached by gangsters.

Climax: When the gangster realizes that they were friends and had played ball back in the day.

Falling Action: When knowledge of the other kids were beat up.

Resolution: When the story ends with the saying “It’s all about who you know.”


Cadillac Ranch

4 Sep

A man by the name of Henry grew up in the city of Amarillo, Texas. As a boy the luxurious cars that Cadillac produced fascinated Henry. Henry wasn’t a rich man and he didn’t come from a rich family but Henry had always told himself that he would own many Cadillac’s. One day when Henry was about six, his grandfather, who was a local farmer in Amarillo, told Henry the story of “Jack and the Bean Stock.” When the story was finished, Henry looked at his grandfather and asked where he could get some magic beans. His grandfather told Henry that they were very rare and hard to find, he remembered Henrys fascination with cars, Cadillac’s especially, and went to his car where he had some old spark plugs. Henry’s grandfather told him that he didn’t have any magic beans but that he did have some magic spark plugs. He told Henry not to be fooled by how old and dirty they appeared to be, and that they contained true magic only if he’d believe in them. He also said that they had to be planted at the right time and during the right season. Henry took the spark plugs and thanked his grandfather. Even though Henry did not get his magic beans, Henry appreciated his grandfather’s gesture.


Over the next twenty years, Henry was faced with life’s challenges and hardships. During some of Henrys hardest moments, he would pull out his magic spark plugs, remember the loving gesture his grandfather had made, and always found the strength to push on.


One day Henry was faced with one of life’s hardest lessons, he had just learned of the death of his grandfather and of his newly inherited farm his grandfather left to him. After his grandfather’s funeral Henry took his magic spark plugs to the farm and as a sign of love and respect Henry planted them. Henry stood over them and said with tears falling from his eyes, “Grandpa, I believe this is the right time and the right season.” As the tears hit the ground where the spark plugs were planted, the ground began to shake at Henry’s feet. Suddenly, one by one, Cadillac’s began to sprout out of the ground. These were the last things to grow at his grandfather’s farm. Still to this day, anyone can see them in Amarillo Texas just off of I-40.