I live on 97th Street and Budlong, where neighbors say, “Lots of history on Budlong. People get jumped, robbed, shot.”
I live a few blocks from where a Blood was killed by a Crip and that’s when “The 100 Days and Nights” began. Which meant the Bloods were going to kill people who weren’t from our neighborhood for the next 100 days.
In my neighborhood or any part of South Central, we thank the Lord for another day.
My parents are putting our house up for sale because in the fall I’m off to Cal State Northridge, and we don’t want to live here anymore.
I’m tired of living here!
I arrive late to school late almost every day, then take a two-hour Metro ride home. And as I arrive home I see and hear the problems and drama taking place in the streets.
Recently, several LAPD and detectives approached a neighbor’s house at six a.m. and banged on their front door. They were asking if people had seen a suspect hanging around.
My neighborhood is diverse. Latinos, Blacks, Asians and even whites live here. But there are also drug dealers, alcoholics, thieves, and maybe even killers lurking about.
That’s why in my neighborhood when friends and neighbors see each other we say, “Stay up.” Which means, keep your head up and be aware of your surroundings all the time.
Because, sadly, we never know what might happen next

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