American Me Page #2

our families, that's all we got, ese.

Yeah.

When we were kids,

belonging felt good.

But having respect,

that feels even better.

You know, La Primera

lives through us, ese.

It gives to us. It is us.

We make it, carnal.

We don't fake you,

we just take you.

- 'Cause La Primera's ese.

- Always has been, always will be.

Orale.

Welcome to the clica, carnal.

For life, man, for life.

Coming to terms with

the lessons one learns...

through the choices

one makes is not easy.

Mundo, me and J.D.

Boy, were we crazy!

Oye. I gotta be makin' it back to my pad

or my mother's gonna whip my ass.

Forget it, man.

Wait up, okay?

We'll be hattin' with you.

Let's take the short cut.

Hey... no need to, man.

We don't need to nothin'.

We do what we do, ese.

Entiendes, Mendes?

Hey, f*** it, ese.

Get on down the road, ese.

- Orale.

- Orale!

- Sh*t!

- Orale. Where you vatos from?

La Primera, so what, man?

Hazard rules all!

Bullshit.

F***in' little punk!

- F*** you!

- Primera lives!

Orale, ese.

There they are!

Oh sh*t!

C'mon, let's go!

Putos!

- Sh*t!

- F***!

- Orale! Andele!

- Get those guys!

Sh*t!

We're surrounded!

C'mon, down the alley.

To the left, homes.

We'll meet at the boulevard.

Hurry up,J.D.

Hurry up, ese.

You all right?

C'mon,J.D. Go!

C'mon, Mundo, let's go!

Hurry up.

Go, go, go!

Open that door, homes.

Come on, carnal.

Here they come!

Got it. C'mon!

- C'mon, c'mon.

- They're comin'! Close the door.

Here they come.

- Orale!

- Orale.

Oye! Where're

you vatos going? Sh*t!

Santana, please man.

What are you laughing at?

We gotta get out of here, man!

- Goddam it, turn that f***...

- Orale.

Oh sh*t!

Don't move!

No, Mundo, don't, man! Don't!

This is the last time you will

steal and destroy my property!

You hear? I said, don't move!

J.D., stop, man, stop!

My leg!

I can't feel my leg!

J.D., c'mon!

Go call an ambulance, man.

Go call a f***ing ambulance!

I told him not to move.

Hurry up!

Thought I knew it all.

Ended up in juvie hall.

And the sh*t got even deeper.

To the right.

Open up your mouth.

Okay, pick your clothes up.

Take it on down

to the property room...

to exchange your clothing.

Don't f***in' move, you f***!

Don't make a f***in'sound.

Hear me?

Does it feel good?

F*** yeah.

You say one word about this,

there'll be sh*t on my knife,

not on my dick!

F***er.

Damn you, you f***in' a**hole!

Kill him! Kill him.

Killing that first night got me...

the worst that juvie

had to offer:

An extended sentence with

a guaranteed bus ride...

to the big time

as soon as I turned 18.

But the respect I earned,

made me think

I'd found the answer.

When J.D. Showed up a year later,

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