BAND in the BARRIO. (part 1)

One minute your a small child only allowed to play in the front yard , next minute your playing ball and riding your bike on your street with your friends, then in the blink of an eye you' re
exploring every corner of the grand parking lot known as Los Angeles.
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Pat the Bat OBrien paroles from prison after doin 12 of a 15 year sentence, of which the last 2 years had been spent in Pelican Bay's SHU.


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Though his time there was almost complete isolation ,it had given him more time to introspect. Anyone who knew Pat knew he had the gift of gab, he'd keep you in stitches spinning the yarn . How I
wish we would have had enough clarity and resource back in the mid 80s to record some of the rhymes we did. We took over the mic at more than a few parties and the reaction was always off the hook.
Bottles flew, either at us or through the windows. He had become quite the poet. He had managed to capture a woman named Mari's heart. Mari was our homeboy Rage's older sister, who had recently
discovered her husband/boyfriend of 30 years was gay. It actually put a lot of suspicion on Mari's part to rest. Miguel had been borderline abusive to her and their kids at times with his over the
top macho man antics. So when she forgot to knock and caught him with his coworker;s cock in his mouth. It all made sense. Not even a week later, she accepted a collect call from Pat that had been
intended for Rage. Pat shot romantic sparks through the hundreds of miles of telephone wire, lighting a small fire of desire in her heart. The poems and promises that followed fanned the flames.
The time allowed them to get to know each other possibly better than they'd ever allowed themselves to know anybody else. He divulged the crush he'd harbored for her since he was 13. Being 6 years
his senior, she had never seen him like that, although now 6 years might as well have been 6 months. He had always been charming and she unveiled how she had always admired how he wore his heart on
his sleeve and made everyone in his orbit feel safer. She recounted the time,20 years earlier, he walked up while Miguel was having one of his jealous fits , slapping and choking her. Without
hesitation, Pat subdued him, brought him to tears ,made him apologize and hand her the keys to his lowrider. He then personally escorted him 2 blocks to the busstop, making sure he boarded a bus
that would take him back to their ELA apartment. Mari was certain she'd found true love .The baby blue eyes behind the weather beaten face in the photo mesmerized her as she drifted off to sleep.
Pat tried his hardest to believe it was love as well. He'd never felt that way before.He had no problem acting as if. He lay in his bunk gazing at her beautiful face, trying to silence that voice
at the back of his mind that kept telling him that he was a fool. It sounded like his mom calling him a piece of shit.


When the day finally came when he was ordered to roll it up, he left every piece of property he had acquired and fought for where it was.He waliked out of there with the tattoo on his face that
declared to the world where he grew up and a bag that held Mari;s perfumed letters.
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Patrick paroles to the old barrio. Hoping to create some domestic bliss. Something he has never known.
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< Pat descends into the depths of addiction. Compromising his character and robbing him of any respect he'd earned in the barrio as well as any he'd had for himself.
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Pat "The Bat' AKA El Murcielogo Rojo, finds himself swimming with pirahnas in the drug infested waters of Southern California's High Desert.
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Walking down memory lane, trying to make sense of the dense fog clogging my brain.
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Only a few the dirty dozen could've been classified as daredevils however every single one of them was a risk taker. They tested every boundry and pushed others. Pint size thrillseekers addicted to
adrenolin early on. Caught up in the moment, failing to realize that... the rush of instant gratification only lasted an instant.
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No the boys did not call themselves the Baseball Flurries and they definitely weren't trying to be Guardian Angels. They were only acting, on a reoccurring theme in this story...IMPULSE
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Our roads were always paved with good intentions. When curiosity called , you had to climb over the wall if you wanted adventure to answer.
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When you do it for the thrill and not the money, Halloween candy is a lot sweeter than honey. Then you look back and start laughing even though you realize that others might not find it at all
funny.
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A kind of funny looking new kid with no front teeth , his elderly parents and his mange riddled scurvy dog move in on Hartview street. The new kid turns out to be pretty tough as well.
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Remember how long it took from the time you were 10 to get to be 20.
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There's a reason most boys say they want to be firefighters when they grow up.
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If you've ever wondered what happened to the Slaymaker lock company. I'm pretty sure I know why it went belly-up.
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If you lived in a mobile home in the 1970's, you know that it was mandatory to have at least 2 animals and a gnome. Apparently they thrived on living in the barren land of white gravel.
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13 year old boys can find the answer to every question they have with the help of the horny little devils on a Ouji board.
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Fascination with horror intersects with real life fear.
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