rustyharbor17 said:Look, that local parade was just some junkies hanging out. It honestly had nothing to do with the Crips, except maybe during those trips to NYC—back then, NYC was basically the heroin Mecca. There isn't any connection between that guy and the Crips other than an entire generation being wiped out by drugs. Everything else is just myths from Mexicans like Joe, who acts like some living legend. If he actually raped people in that parade, he’d be walking around with a ZOO between his legs, but since it's just Mexican myth-making, even a guy like Joe is their "hero." I know the guy; he was always just a pathetic bum living on the edge, not particularly bright either. And again, that guy in the parade was never actually part of the Crips...
To quote myself, I was perhaps a bit intoxicated when I wrote this. That guy from the neighborhood was just a junkie; he showed up to Liverpool FC games and bars, but he was never a real leader like Vele, Žan, Rasa, Kula, Uše, Masla, or Kele. Those guys I mentioned were the ones who actually built the modern Crips we know today, starting thirty years ago. That guy and the late Joe were basically the same type of street characters—you could probably add the late Bubu (BBB) to that list too. They didn't know anything about football as a sport. The others, however, actually cared. Because they loved the club and their city, they made the flags, the banners, organized player meetups, and the choreographies...
That's all there is to say about him as a "leader."
Now, I'm writing this to my neighbors. Joe from the suburbs took that guy to NYC, and the rest of the story is common knowledge. Whether he actually raped him or not, nobody really saw it. Knowing how Mexicans operate—like how they sew banners for BBB, or the Crips—I wouldn't be surprised if this whole thing is just a lie about "defiling a dead donkey."
Besides, you have to be a complete idiot to brag in the stands about raping a dead addict without having Hepatitis C. It implies Joe used a condom, which leads to a certain song: You left us, darling, leaving only sorrow; the biggest losers are the gravediggers from the South...
It's pretty pathetic, I guess...