Things I remember from Compton Diary #2 (Sunday): 1.) Going to a church service.
the service was very engaging with the people who were in the room. If someone wanted to say something they had a chance to raise their hand and speak what's on their mind which I thought was really awesome and interesting.
2.) Getting offered to get my dick sucked for money when I was just asking where the marijuana dispensary was (the dispensary was dope. As I opened the door I was welcomed by old-school rap with N.W.A. poster)
3.) Passing the Piru street and walking on Compton Creek.
As I was getting deeper into the Compton Creek, I noticed a bridge that connects to the other side. I walked to the other side and saw a group of guys working on bikes from a distance. Then this young man shows up with a dirt bike with a helmet on. He asks me what brought me to that area and I told him that I’m exploring. He starts laughing and told me that I’m in the wrong neighborhood. I reassured that I’m not in an alliance with bloods and told him little bit about myself. He took off his helmet and told me that his homie got killed, pointing at a graffiti of his homie’s name next to the guys working on the bikes. He said he got lucky since he came back alive, showing me where he got shot. As he was telling me about the random drive-by shootings in the area, two other guys came. The younger guy was bleeding from his ears and his head with one heavily-bruised eye. I took out some herb I picked up earlier for times like this and blazed them out. I asked him what happened. My initial thought was that he got into a gang fight but he told me he got beat up by his brother who loves him. I understood him. Growing up in the hood and losing someone in his life, he want his younger brother to be tough. That got me feel slightly emotional.
The other guy who came with him was kind of quiet but found out the guy who got shot to death was his brother. He took out some and snorted a bump then warned me to stay alert around here.