These are some damn good stories! Let me see what I can come up with!

The story of my life in still living it.and till iam 13 feet under!

i grow up with out a dad in a mom..why u ask...cus my dad gangbangs so do moms.so one day what i hear from my big brother told me when i was born in turn 1 are 2 my dad with to jail for.4 counts of murder/deadly weapons/narcotics...all charge that landed him 25 to life with out the possibly of parole.so he was never there so fuck it...and as for my mother she move on with her life meeting a new guy had kids with him i was aready 9 when she had my lil bro in lil sisther..it was on dec.24.1996 we all was together with family in friends around 8.57pm a car pulled up in stops in started shooting up the pad..my mother was hit 3 time's...one in the lower leg the other in her back the last one hit her on her side from her head killing her...so all this around me family gangbanging killing/shooting/robbing in all that other shit that cus from gangbanging knowing all this as a youngster i started to gangbang doing everything that everybody around me was doing....my 1st time wit to jail i was at the age of 13/14/15/16/17 charge with grand theft auto/firearms/narcotices/sells/robbery my whole teen life was fucked cuz where i grow up in ppl around me...so when i out at age 17 with to court in they told me if i get violations again i was going to get charge as an adult in can see a state prison if i keep going down the road i was going down on...so i really think about over a year move away from the hood stop talking to the homie just cut everybody off that i knew that i was going to do something dumb in land me back in jail in till my 18th b-day my big brother came out of state prison came over to my uncle house cuz we havent seen each other over 9 yrs since moms pass away in told me to come in live with him back in the hood so i did every was cool in till we wit out in did a robbery at some store got the money ran out in 5mins later the cops was pulling us over so big brother said to me he wasnt going back so i said fuck it wit on a high way pursuit for 1 hour in till the gas ran out..lol...so jump out the moving car in just started to run in get a way as fast as i can but didnt found me 4 hours later under a house cuz of there fucking k-9 unit so i with to los angelse county jail for a year cuz i was fighting my case so when the year was up and they was sentence me they hit me wit 4 years upstate chino prison where i did my time at...i parole on feb/25/10 now iam 23 move 75 mile's away from the hood...still from the hood but iam clam now i do less crimes still do but not like befor..so this is my live why i got lock up in dont give a fuck about what yall think about me cuz i dont give a fuck....i grew up on the streets of california/southcentral los angelse......where the land of gangsters dont play and the weak cant hang....thats my story my life my background....

Last edited by GANGSTERLOKS 15 years ago

Most stories like mine starts with "It was a cold night"... Well... This is different. It wasn't cold. It wasn't night either.

This chapter of my story begun on a warm sunny summer day, I was a happy little housewife, with a husband that had a career, 3 kids, a house. The American dream, is that what you Americans call it? Well, I was living it. Or so I was thinking.

One day, that dear Richard of mine... May the Lord have his soul. Richard was having a bad day. So he took it out on me. I tought it was a one time thing, so I forgave him. But... It went on. Became frequent. For our children's sake, I kept quiet, wearing sunglasses and heavy makeup to hide the bruises he would leave on me.

What had to happen happened, and someday, the kids graduated, and moved out of town. But Richard stayed. One night, I was cooking dinner, when he started nagging me. Knife in hand, I looked at his back, until my hand found a life of it's own, and stabbed Richard. My hand stabbed Richard 57 times. Then, my hand told my brain to find the jerrycan of gas in the garage, and to torch the house down. My legs decided to follow. My hand took the can, and burned my house down.

When my neighbour showed up, to see if Richard and Elena were allright, my hand decided to beat her up. and my hand ended up killing my neighbor.

My brain decided to go for a joyride, even tough I never drove in my life. Going up the highway, my hands would make the car swerve and hit random people. My hand made me ram some police cruisers. They finally immobilised my car, and wrestled me out of it. They tazered Elena. and they beat me up.

They took me to jail, and when I went to the courthouse... the judge would not believe me when I told him it was all my hand's fault. He said I was crazy, so my hand tried to make me kill the judge.

I never heard my sentence... But... The Warden told me I'd be here for a long time.

I never did anything. I am such a good housewife. Oh Richard... what did you do to me?

::Goes back in my cell, blaming the world for putting me here, with all these criminals::

cool stuff im reading

i am LOCKED UP makeing a stupit fourm and putin a bootleg in my cell

Nice one Hana lol, I remember the first one you did...seems so long ago already haha

EDIT: I was just a young inmate at the time lol.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooo u killed it bro u killed it

ok,i jus finished writin my story. i hope evry1 enjoys it. im honestly a lil shakey about postin it here Bekuz i dont want to giv any1 any ideas so imma submit it right B4 time is up to submit my story.

i hope you guys all enjoy my story

Oh, come on... just post it now!

i kant. my story is a lil bit different from da rest so far. patienxe my dear