Luther Block is a location full of epiphanies,trials, and tribulations that made me, and still makes me. It's cholos on the corner,cops always to ready to jump, house raids, or college renters,crazy baby mommas, guys who dress like ladies.
These are the images that narrate the sage of my overlooked home: Luther Block.
Queens Donut Shop: external of the neighborhood bakery stands a promotional van, and thats been there long as I can remember. In this parking lot. My cousin got stabbed external it,got stood up on my first date here, I even got chased by rollers into the donut shop where I would by donuts when it was curfue and I would mask for hours till the sun came out.
The Corner: Not where you stand 'cause your in pains. This corner was full of memories like kickball tournaments between Luther kids and Rainier kids. I was blessed for the first time on this corner, and played mask and recede seek on this corner,had break ups on this corner, had my first fight on this corner. We weren't ghetto youngsters, or some were in impoverish lifestyle while others were middle class.
Luther Block: Nothing out the ordinary,just a street that has its own stories thats never been told. Spent countless hours on the street running up and down, assembly many interesting people. From junkies who run around like cockaroaches, and to dusty foot philosophers talking approximately their spirit animals,to the homies that moved away 'cause rent went up. We usedta be posted on the street 'cause we was kicked out of our houses for the night. Cops patrolling the streets like killer whales looking at us, baby sharks, or as if a meal ticket.
Mary's Market: Mary's was the location growing up,literally the owner remembers me back when I would steal candy, and now he sees me as a grown man purchasing my beverages. This market is in the same lot as the donut shop. I remember hanging external the store for hours on some 'Jay and Silent Bob' tip, or shoulder tapping and laughing with the homies,hollering at the females who would come to buy some arizona's.
Street Light Parking Plaza: In the neighborhood where I am from, has a base built off Race St, and Luther Ave.,Rainier St, San Fernando, or Morrison,Eugene, and Park. these streets create an industrial, and urban,suburb, midtown, or impoverish feel. Which is why people would park undr street lights. People are haters,I would know, had my car keyed a couple different times.
[br]Gated Community: Home owners would typically have a gate in front of their house to keep people with or without dogs off their properties, or to keep their dogs inside. But a gate never kept us youngsters off porches,hanging out, or jumping over fences from the cops so they won't acquire us to the curfew centers.
Dead End: Eugene is where alot of low income families would stay, and this street is a street over from Luther. A location where the paisanos would be twisting glass pipes,sipping corona's, playing mariachi music all night long till they got to recede to work. Hung over or not, or they were the epiphany of play tough,work harder.
Race St: Is the Industrial fraction of the area. On this street is alot of smal trade's from mini dentist office's, hair salon's, or janitorial store,dry cleaners, and at the corner of Luther and Race, or there is a location where guys dress up like females and roll around the streets on the late night. Countless times have they hollered at me,asking if I wanted to kick it while waiting for the bus. I remember getting pulled over twice on this street on my way to the liquor store, it was a crazy times.
Call Collect: I cannot narrate you how many times I'd catch someone talking on the phone crying, and how many shady low voiced deals were being made,or the mexicanos would be calling their families back in mexico. I even remember a couple different times where there was yellow tape around the pay phone, with cops all in the parking lot cause the corner store was robbed. RIP XCEL
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