What's up vatos??!!!!! I feel all tired today homies. I was up late getting caught up on the panocha. When you're in the pinta, and you don't get no conjunctual visits, you miss it real bad. For all my uneducated homeboys, conjunctual visit is when the prison lets your ruca come visit so you can dip into the bearded clam, it's firme. But when you don't get it, you start to feel all rapey and then any culo will work. Anyways, I'm all book smart now that I got my GED so I say conjuctual visit instead of getting jail tail. One time, this vato on my cell block was super horny but he didn't want to bone no dude. He talked to me for advice, cause I'm the educated one. He said every time he tried to rape his cell mate, his pito was all soft. I told him he just had "reptile dysfunction", that's what doctors call it when your trouser snake don't work. I had my ruca sneak in some Viagra from Tijuana in her panocha, then gave it to my homie. Next week, a huevo, that fool was raping everyone. He said "I hadn't raped like that since I was 20 years old homes"!!! I was just glad to see him back on the gay horse A. It turned his balls all blue and shit but whatevers, we just call him Blueberry now.
It does kinda suck being the smart one in my barrio now. They call me the professer. My little cousins always make fun of me too. They're always saying shit like " Hey look, it's Professer Loves-to-Read", "What's up rocket surgeon?" or "Hey genius, what's 5+5". (By the way, it's 10 dumbasses). They fuckin suck. But that's cool. I make them pay when I sell them weed. I tell them that the dime bags they used to pay $20 for are now $40 because they have elevated THC levels. Figure that shit out putos!! 10 year olds are so fucking lame. I gotta roll homes. Later vatos.
Big Happy
What's up Vatos!!!!!!??????????!!!!!!!! Damn it feels good to be out...again! Alright, so I just got out out of the pinta again and just like last time, it wasn't me homes. So check it out. Me and my cousin Oscar and my homeboy Chino were cruising to the Indoor Swapmeet to get like fancy clothes. The outdoor swapmeet is ghetto homes! Anyways, Chino pulls out the weed so we can get high and we pass around the yesca. Chino usually gets his weed from Roger at the donut shop on Florence but this time, he got it from Manny over by the tire shop. Who the fuck buys weed from Manny??!! That dude is from like El Salvador or some shit, no morals homes. So, we all start to feel real real high. Shit's all fucked up A! All the colors and lights are melting and it's like I'm in a cartoon. The next day, the police woke me up in the lobby of an Animal Hospital. I got so high, I thought it said Anime Hospital so I was trying to rescue Pokemon and Hello Kitty and ended up killing like $5000 dollars worth of purebreed dogs, 2 monkeys (i swear they were gay) and like 12 cats. I think I wasn't even high when I killed the cats but they're assholes so fuck em A! My puto homeboy Chino trashed the entire clinic but I got blame for everything. So I got like 3 years but got out early for good behavior.
It's cool though. I got my GED in there so now I got more education than my whole family. I use big words and shit and have to explain everything to my dumbass cousins. It was hard this time cause I kept wanting to bone a ruca, but guess what they don't got in jail....rucas. So I learned a new saying this time, "Gay for the stay". Some cool ass vato with really nice eyes said it's cool to have relations (thank you GED) in jail as long as you go back to panocha soon as you get out. Oh shit, I also had a mayate cell mate, or negro in proper english, this time. I thought I couldn't wait to stab him but he was firme, real cool dude. He wrote poetry and was Muslim he said. He said he worships Mohammed. I said that's cool. I told him he was really good but I like Julio Caesar Chavez better, puro Raza! He told me I needed to get in touch with my "artistic" side and should start writing in a journal. After I stopped laughing and calling him gay, I told him I already have a court-mandated blog. His poems were badass though. They weren't all gay and Doctor Soos sounding, like cat and the hat. But like deep thoughts n shit.
So, my first day out, I'm standing in the front yard, cleaning my car and I see this girl, Sad Eyes. You know how in the old cartoons, the little baby would shoot some fool with a heart arrow to show he's all love at first time. That was me homes, serio. Except it felt more like that gay baby shanked me with a heart-shaped screwdriver in my culo! For reals dog. The sucky thing is that she's from a nother barrio but I don't even care. We'll be all like Romero and Julia, romantical as fuck. I remembered what my homie Jerome said about poems so I invented my own kind of poem. It's Cholo Poetry; or Choloetry. So now, I am putting up my Choloem to my fine ass ruca Sad Eyes.
OWED TO LA SAD EYES (check me out, all shake spear n shit)
I see her walking down Grand Ave
over by that panaderia where I...never mind that
she looks fine....finer than any ruca in the hood
sun shining off the tall can of Bud Light
hurts my eyes to look at her...where's my locs?
her limited-edition Raiders jersey wraps her
like a Jesus robe
the smoke from her cigarette wraps around her head
makes her look like an angel coming from a cloud in heaven
the blue eye shadow on her eyes
thick like the frosting on a birthday cake
Damn! look at all those hickeys on her neck
wish i gave those to her
she gets to the corner
and i want to help her with her baby stroller
she's from one gang
i'm from the other
i don't give a fuck
she makes me feel things...like horny
i want to jump her into the gang...in my heart
Big Happy and Sad Eyes...por vida!
Orale
What do you think vatos?? Not bad, right? That shit worked A!!! I gave her the poem and she ate the chorizo! Hopefully by next month, I'll knock her up then we can get more feria from the welfare. I love that bitch, she never puts a restraining order on me or nothing. Love rules homes.
Later vatos...Big Happy
