Former gang members of Reddit, what’s something that happened during your days in the streets that you’ll never forget?

Former gang members of Reddit, what’s something that happened during your days in the streets that you’ll never forget?

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29 thoughts on “Former gang members of Reddit, what’s something that happened during your days in the streets that you’ll never forget?

  1. GoFoBroke808 February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    My cousin pulling a gun on a rival gang member and pulling the trigger, but the gun jammed. The guy was 20 feet away and frozed dead still, then ran when he saw my cousin trying to fix the jam. I also remember hanging out in crack houses a lot. There also that time I saw someone get stabbed in the stomach and it looked like his guts was gonna come out. Its crazy because when you live in that world, you see gang members everywhere in random places. Now I hardly see any gangs anywhere.

  2. soyquilo February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    Friend opened the front door to his house, someone wearing a ski mask on the other side shot him point blank in the head.

  3. hairytoes2 February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    I wasn’t a gang member but hung around a lot of gang members. My cousin was known as a notorious “shooter” and people wanted to kill him.

    I remember playing basketball late at night in the park, it was me, my cousin, and my other cousin. We will call the gangster one T. Three other people walked up and we wanted to shoot some hoops so we walk up to them and asked if they wanted to play. Apparently, they knew who T was and they were part of the opposite gang. They got into an argument and I saw out of the corner of my eye one of the three dudes pull out a gun. I hear a couple shots go off and I run and duck behind a dumpster. I remember seeing T just drop to the floor. He was hit two times in his chest. Remember hearing bullets hit the dumpster and shit. Scary as fuck.

    Also, I was witness to a couple robberies and shootouts. It’s weird growing up around that, you have to watch your back 24/7. No piece of mind. I thank God that my parents moved across the country, who knows where I would be right now.

    EDIT: Feel free to message me and ask me questions, I never really talk to anybody about this sort of stuff and it’s the only thing interesting that’s really happened in my life. I got a lot of cool stories too but that’s the most impactful one.

  4. chompalligator February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    I wasn’t a gang member but I knew a lot of gangsters. Things I will never forget are: I was about 8 years old, it was early in the morning, everyone was just coming out of their homes (housing projects in LA). The adults were talking about a shooting that had happened up the street. My mom told us not to go up to the next block, cops were everywhere. I had a little buddy he was about 6 nicknamed QweeQwee, nobody really supervised him, I think his family was always on drugs.

    We stay on our block, QweeQwee disappears for about an hour and then returns. He has this wild look in his eyes I mean some ptsd shit, we walk up to him and he tells us he went up the block and saw the body, the guy Loco who’d been shot in the head and his brains were all over the ground. QweeQwee pointed to his shoes and said “I even threw up” he had vomit all over his shoes.

    We moved out of the city two years later and my sister went back to visit briefly. When she came back home she told me non chalantly how a kid named Fox who’d been a classmate for years had been riding his bike in the neighborhood and was shot in the head by gang members and died. That’s the shit I remember. He was only ten when he was killed.

  5. misophronesis February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    Okay, so dig this: you’re on the street, and one of your gang disses you. What do you do to get them to make it right? Well see, in the gang world, we use something called Fluffy Fingers. That’s when somebody really gets in your face, you know, you just… start tickling them. Then he starts tickling you. You know, pretty soon you’re laughing and hugging. Before you know it, you’ve forgotten the whole thing. Ya’ll can just go to church together… get an ice cream cone.

  6. rust2stardust February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    Something that stuck with my father was a time that he and his friends were heading back to El Paso from Juarez. These guys got ahold of one of his friends and beat him then wrapped a chain around his mouth and dragged him. It just crunched all his teeth.

  7. GermanAmericanGuy February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    I lived on S. Street in a bad part of the Bronx growing up, eventually I ended up living on the streets, often in whatever I could find, including a trash can. We had some incredibly shady characters roam the street, had a guy from Eastern Europe that drank blood, two guys that lived together in bunk beds with partially smashed in heads from a street fight. The biggest thing that comes to mind was when a large guy overdosed on “dough”, and I found a bunch of animals eating the corpse in the middle of the night and it hit me I needed to get out of this hell hole. I stepped out of the trash can and stopped being the grouch the world took me for. But hey early 80s on Sesame Street was a rough place.

  8. throwzv February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    While I was a troublemaker and almost delved deeper into that life, I’m not a gang member.

    My father was part of some group he’d always mention to me when we were alone and always follow by mentioning we were protected and that his boys will kill anyone. I was young and didn’t care at the time, and reality hadn’t set in yet so I was like, “Okay cool.”

    He told me about a time he was selling on someone else’s territory (he was gang affiliated and a huge manufacturer of certain drugs, why am I saying this omg I didn’t create a throwaway) and he was waiting for a pickup. Unfortunately the only pickup that came by was a big black pickup truck with three Mexican thugs in the trunk, and three more in the cab. They got out, rushed my dads vehicle, pointed a sawed off to his face and basically went through the whole shmeal of “hey why you selling here that’s our money blah blah”. My dad lost his produce. His money. But didn’t lose his life. He basically went on to tell them he was only doing this for his kids (while kinda true, still bullshit) and they pretty much robbed him clean and let him go to never come back.

    His nickname was OG.

    Edit: a letter

  9. KILLERKEEEEMSTAR February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    A few of my friends are in a Portland gang that mainly sells drugs(not hardcore drugs). I’m not really in the gang, all I do is count the money they receive and make sure everyone gets an equal amount of money. The craziest thing I see is the crazy amount of money they make. I mean most of them get around 15k a month. Which is almost 4 times more then the average paying jobs.

  10. papasnork1 February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    As a former member of the Kiss Army, we used to rock and roll all night, and party every day.

  11. bootywatcher February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    I didn’t bang. I trapped. But I’m still real cool with some blood sets and I actually hang tight with some neighborhood 90s crips. It’s not worth it. People die or go to jail way too much.

    Saw a friend of mine shoot a cop and a dude because he and the dude got into an argument over him smoking with the dudes girlfriend.

    Remember when they broke in the trap house and shot the plug after I had been there all day just chilling.

    Remember going to this party and a drunk guy tried to shoot me in the head but he was too drunk.

    Crazy thing about it was after being out there like that you don’t get scared by stuff. You adapt and become colder. Not a change anyone should make. Stay safe.

  12. Malferon February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    Me and my crew: My 3 roommates (all pretty short), some guy from England everyone called “The King”, some pretty boy, some short dude with a mouth, some old guy, and this man child with daddy issues. We snatched some cranky dude’s jewelry and beat the shit out of his crew just to make him know we owned the streets. However the jewelry ended up being bad luck so we took that shit and chucked it in his furnace.

    We also had some HIV emaciated homeless dude following us everywhere we went.

    Good times

  13. TheBigGuyUpstairs February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    We were 5 men strong and owned the town. Each of us had detailed our BMX’s with flames and shit. Rico was actually named Richard but he was Aboriginal and we had just watched Aliens so we all called him Rico. Anyway his dad had a party one night and we all went around for shits n giggles. We tagged all their cars using shaving foam with our gang sign. We perved on the ladies in his dunny through a hole in his bedroom wall. We smoked their weed. We were about 8.

    Anyways we had all nicked beers and decided to refill them with our own piss. We stacked those badboys back in the six pack and stashed them in the fridge then lay in wait. Sure enough along came this big mongrel biker looking cunt who rifled through the fridge then found our “beer”.

    He just knocked one back eyeballed it then grabbed the rest for later after minimal deliberation.

    tl:dr? Australian beer tastes like piss.

  14. theborderhopper1 February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    I live in a gang neighborhood with the 2nd highest homicide rate in my state. The “smart” gang members aren’t going to come onto this sub and confess to crimes or other crazy shit, you’re likely gonna just get a bunch of karma whores and bullshitters on here.

  15. Yconstruct February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    I started a gang with a group of class mates when I was a teenager. We got high together, rode together, figured a bunch of shit out together. We were like family, and we were making a killing in profits with our “community work”. People constantly were coming to us, the most usual occurrences were ” “dealing” with those who were robbed, we’d go and “sort it out”. Our clients were just regular bullshit people that couldn’t do this shit themselves. But it grew, and before we knew it we were travelling the world helping some wealthier types. One of my boys ended up really hooked on drugs and was always seeing shit that didn’t exist, and holding conversation with things that didn’t, or couldn’t, talk back. His shenanigans ended up going public which meant lesser clients. Then we started getting nothing. My girlfriend, who was in our gang, left me. Another went on to be a fucking scientist and PI. I haven’t seen the other guy or the large dog he owned, one of the things he talked to the most while he was hooked on smack and lsd.

    These days I just travel in my van, going to different cities and playing gigs at local bars. Shag, Velms, Daphne, if by some miracle you read this I hope everything is going great for you guys. And shag hopefully you still don’t talk to your dog still.

  16. veryshnail February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    My boyfriend was in a gang got locked up for 5 years bc of it . He doesn’t talk much about it but when i asked him if hed killed anyone he said ” i dont know ” & i was like ???? how do u not know & he said something about doing a few drivebys so he doesnt actually no if hes fatally shot anyone .

  17. Komikaze06 February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    West Philadelphia born and raised

  18. Olivesandbullshit February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    The daily sing-alongs of “I Swear” By All4One with choreographed dancing.

  19. Not-Treyarch-Studios February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    Eh not in a gang but cool with all of my east side in a way.

    My old bestfriend from 5th grade is now top tier type dude were still cool ig

    Not too much crazy shit I get intonbut I know how much is going on

    Tons of weed my duded

  20. Doncornyleone February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    I wish I was a close friend of a Don of a Mafia Gang.

  21. Nox_Stripes February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    Softie in the streets, beast in the sheets


  22. FiggsideYakYakYak February 12, 2018 / 8:33 pm

    An ice cream trucc came down our street and gave out free bkanana splits. Then there was the time I popped a waiter at Olive Garden cuz he asked if I wanted to try the crab, no slob is getting away with calling me that.

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