Rob was just a run of the mill teenager living a run of the
mill live. Born and raised in Burien, WA he was on a track to nowhere. He desired
something more, something adventurous. He noticed guys at Highline HS, the
school he attended, always wore blue. Every day they wore blue bandanas, blue
t-shirts, blue everything. They looked like Smurfs but ones that could kick
your ass to Timbuktu. Rob saw these men and thought to himself, “I want to be
just like them.” Little did Rob realize that these were Crips, members of a
large and deadly gang.
The average pasty white male growing up in the suburbs of
Seattle wanted to become what most people consider a thug. Rob did not see
these men as thugs. To Rob these men were heroes that were going to break him
out of his conformity to life. When Rob first approached the Crips they laughed
at him and thought he was joking. When they realized he was serious they agreed
to let him go through initiation purely because they thought it would be
entertaining.
During his initiation Rob accidentally stumbled onto a drug
deal where some of the elite gang members were present. To protect the identity
of the elite members most members, especially initiates, were not allowed to
ever see them. Since Rob had not been
fully initiated into the gang and they were not sure that they could completely
trust him the elite members told a group of members to take care of him.
While Rob was walking home from school on one of the side
streets of 1st Ave. a group of Crips chased him down. The first
member to get to Rob was Joe, the one who brought Rob into the gang, tackled
him to the ground. After that the rest attacked him and got as many punches and
stabs in as they could. This continued until they had beaten every inch of life
out of Rob. Rob laid there in shock and aw as Joe, Albert, George, Martin,
Mike, Tyrone and Will tore him apart. The members whom he thought were his
heroes and had become his brothers took his life. One simple accident and his
life was gone.
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