still remember when every street in my neighborhood had his gang and all the "supporters youth "identified with the rocker lifestyle-Urban eighties. Knew much about them, eg where getting the drug and kept marijuana on the boards of the walls. On the other hand, we knew who were good for putazos and what were the guys who used to brag to their guns. In this environment I learned of the existence of bands like The Chaplins, Los Charales or Hawkins. The fight for territory was basic and no one could sell drugs, assault or cause unrest in areas beyond, all part of a Status Quo. But all this ended in the mid-nineties, several heads began to fall after receiving a spray of lead or curves. The weaker gang retreated and ended that continued in the prison of Santa Martha Acatitla.
For a period I that those daily scenes of violence had been so far, but the reality is different, now a teen asshole wants to assault you outside your house or try to kidnap the daughter of the grocer. A couple of weeks ago a trio of little kids (who came from Neza) tried to assault a girl, to her misfortune, captured one of them in their attempt to escape on a scooter. At other times he had saved a skewers in the digestive system (in the old way, of course), but many parents preferred to keep those memories and resolved spirited fun with the guy before calling the police. So half an hour more brought to light the most primitive methods of torture: Classics hits (with an iron wire), low blows, the chile in the eyes, respiratory tract hydrotherapy and, of course, could not miss the extremist who suggested setting fire to a little gas he had found. I think without doubt that anyone wishing to come to these streets to alter the order in such a way must bear the consequences, is idiocy, an irreverence, not saying that I want back the old days, but I think it should be clear people do not forget their origins, their habits.
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