01-22-2014, 06:13 PM
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Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: my mom's basement
Studying for your mom
Favorite beer: Schlitz
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Originally Posted by BallaActuary
You mean like his gangster father or brother who did time for dealing drugs?
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Come on dog
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He never looked up to the guys who talked trash, but he idolized one who collected it. His father, Kevin, kept his garbage truck parked in front of the Shermans' garage, just outside Richard's window, and every day at 3:45 a.m., Richard would awake to the thrumming engine, his dad embarking on another post route through South L.A., from 120th Street to the ocean. Richard respected that truck—how the tentacles lifted cans into the air and dumped their contents into the back—because it meant that his dad didn't have to hand load anymore. Richard sometimes went to work with his father, but more often he joined his mother, Beverly, a senior clerk for California Children's Services. There, at the rehabilitation center next to her office in Downey, he spent summer days completing math problems and building block towers with kids suffering from muscular dystrophy and cerebral palsy.
Decades earlier, Kevin had been desperate for acceptance after a go-kart explosion left him blind in his right eye at 14, so he joined a gang in high school. Later, he showed Richard the bullet wounds on his body. "I couldn't let the same thing happen to him," Kevin says. Richard and brother Branton, three years his elder, were not allowed to wear the Bloods' red. They could wear the Crips' blue, but only if paired with a neutral color like green. Lakers hats were O.K., but only Lakers, since everybody in L.A. claimed that team.
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