For about 7 or 8 months I was kind of a bad seed. A real bad seed. Got caught up in the wrong crowd. Hangin by the pool hall, which my father forbade me to go to, was a bad choice. It sucked me in to some things I normally would not have done.
Breaking into cars, going along for a joyride
in a stolen car, poppin the steering column off so someone else can hot wire it, holding a gun for a "friend" and stealing bikes. Also gotten into a share of fights, got jumped a few times and even got shot at via driveby (not as bad as it sounds, wrong time, wrong place type of deal, i was not a gangbanger by any means).
Breaking into cars : Take a wire hanger. Unfold it. Stick the hook part down the window (between the rubber part) when you feel a slight resistance to your pushing, move it slightly to left, then lift up the hanger. Voila. When done properly, takes 8 seconds. Max.
Joyride in a stolen vehicle : What was I going to say? No. I popped the damn collar off, I'm already guilty. We'd usually ditch the car after about 20 minutes because 5-0 was swarming in those days (mid nineties in nyc and the 5 boroughs, protect yo neck)
Poppin off the steering column : Take a flathead screwdriver, wedge it between the space in the collar (usually right at the top, dead center), wiggle it to create some space, then whack it with a hammer. Pops right off. Or take the screwdriver, wedge it inside the ignition and pop that off. Works best on 88-91 Oldsmobiles.
Holding a gun : Boy asked to hold his shit. .38 pistol . I said ok cuz it seemed like he was really in some trouble. His dad used to beat his ass daily and he didnt want him to find it. Said he had nowhere to hide it. So I hid it in my Genesis box with some games. Mom dukes never looked in there.
Stealing Bikes : So simple. First off whoever didnt lock up they bike got it thieved. And if it was locked and I liked it. I ganked it by borrowing a pair of clippers from the pizzeria I went to. I had more bikes than Toys'R' Us. Kept them chained in the alley of my boys building.
Not a path I would want my child to travel. But what the fuck, it is what it is. I'm over it, you should be too.
What I failed to mention is that I was only 14 years old. What I also failed to mention was once I moved down to Florida for awhile I got back into the crime persona I mastered as a young teen.
Selling weed, drag racing and shoplifting. The latter got me my first (and last) arrest.
Shoplifting was always something that came easy to me. I rarely paid for a bag of chips or gum at any bodega I frequented. Once that thrill left it was time for bigger and better things. Stealing a basketball from the park was not doing it anymore. I figured clothing would get a little more of a rise. The plan I devised was simple. Since the devices on the clothes made walking out with them difficult I would try a new way. Switching the tags. I figured I would take a tag that would scan @ 9.99 and put that tag on a pair of Mecca jeans that cost 59.99.
What a dumb idea. As soon as the lady rang me up some big peckerhead was escorting me to the back. Cops arrested me, released me since I was 18. Had to go to court and because I had a speeding ticket for $250 (I was racing and going 130 mph on a residential street) I got served with 1 year probation. From that day, I walked a straight arrow. I stopped selling pot, I stopped drag racing and just stopped being a delinquent. Ended up moving back to brooklyn, went to school and got this sweet ass job on Wall St.
Fairy Tales do come true bitches.
