A Student of War

MISTY

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This is a true story (Prequel to a Broken Woman) of the gruesome, violent life of a real Latin King and how being in the gang affected his life. It also tells how our paths crossed in life and how we had many parallels and created a profound connection.

Sujets

• Biography
• Autobiography

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 18 janvier 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669862918
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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A Student of War
 
(Prequel To A Broken Woman)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
MISTY
 
Copyright © 2023 by Misty.
 
ISBN:
Softcover
978-1-6698-6290-1

eBook
978-1-6698-6291-8
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
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Rev. date: 01/18/2023
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Preface
Present Day
Prologue
 
Chapter 1       The Marine - The Beginning
Chapter 2       Misty - The Early Years
Chapter 3       The Marine - The Gang Life
Chapter 4       History of The Latin Kings
Chapter 5       Organizational Structure
Chapter 6       Latin King Awareness
Chapter 7       Rules - Latin Kings Manifesto
Chapter 8       Symbols and Practices
Chapter 9       The Marine Goes In
Chapter 10     Misty – 1998 - My Walls
Chapter 11     Misty - 1999
Chapter 12     Misty - 2000
Chapter 13     Misty - 2003-2008
Chapter 14     The Aftermath
Chapter 15     Misty - 2009-2012
Chapter 16     Present Day
Chapter 17     Misty - 2013-2015
Chapter 18     The Marine - 2013-2015
Chapter 19     Michigan Case History
Chapter 20     Security Threat Group Intelligence
Chapter 21     Texas Case History
Chapter 22     Case History From Chicago, Indiana And Illinois
Chapter 23     Case History of Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut and New York
Chapter 24     Present
 
Resources
 
Dedicated to “The Marine”
PREFACE
This is a true story of an ex “Latin King” gang member and how he got involved in the gang, why he got involved, and what it has cost him. It is a recount of his broken mentality that resulted from being in the gang and how he was able to “escape” from its false sense of family and security, to save his own life. This book has true accounts of the inner workings of a highly organized association – its history and some actual court documents.
It also tells how our paths crossed in life and how fate eventually brought us together - ( parallels ) – hence, a prequel to “A Broken Woman.”
Of course the names of the characters have been changed for obvious reasons, but the events and dates are real.
PRESENT DAY
“So you’re better off withou t me?”
“So who’re you fucking now?”
“I think our problem was our age difference,” he told me.
“What about the age difference with you and your wife ?” I asked him. (His wife is 20 years younger than he is.)
Those were some of his last words to me before he fell off the face of the planet.
I was beginning to think that I had made a mistake in pushing him away. I was even beginning to think that I had made the whole thing up – that he was just a phantom.
I had a lot of different emotions. I’d be happy and hopeful one day. Then one day I’d feel small and lost, like a child who has lost its security blanket, its hope, its reason to live. Sometimes I’d be driving and a song would come on, and the crying jags would hit me like a ton of bricks.
Now I can actually say I know how a drug addict feels. I was addicted to him. I was addicted to that feeling of euphoria, of pure bliss.
They say that if you can think about someone without crying, you are over them. They also say it takes about two years to get over someone. I say that is true.
I hadn’t heard from him in 9 months, and I was starting to panic. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t even swallow properly. I really had separation anxiety. I kept dreaming him - that we were talking and visiting as if nothing ever happened. Usually when I’ve had dreams like that in the past about someone, it would mean something was going on in their life. Oh, how I wanted to drive up to his house and talk to him! But I knew that was impossible.
I started to think that he had gotten sick or was back in prison. I think my greatest fear was that the Latin Kings had finally caught up with him, but I didn’t want to voice it because then it might come true. After all, you know what they say, “ Once a King, Always a King.”
I even wanted to go knock on his mom’s and grandma’s place and ask them if he was okay. (I found out where they were living.) My counselor advised against it because it would just open up old wounds, and I might find out something that I didn’t want to know.
I found out where he was living, and I would pass by his house inconspicuously. (Every time I wanted to find out where he was living, I had to do it in secret. He always moved around and hid it very well.) I wanted him back. I knew that there was no going back because he had a wife and kids. I still wanted him back, like a stubborn, selfish child. I even texted him once after passing by his place and told him I was in the mood for some cooked rabbit. (Like in the movie “Fatal Attraction,” lol) He had a pet rabbit in a cage in the back patio of his house. He texted: “Stalker, acting weird again. My cameras capture everything. I’m gonna keep a log of you coming around…..find peace in your self.”
So now he knew that I knew for sure where he lived. I think that scared him away. Now he wasn’t able to do anything crazy or derogatory towards me because he knew I could report him.
He always made it a point to keep his current residence a secret from me, as well as his phone number. He constantly had different phone numbers, and of course, all of them were burner phones. He always also had his phone accounts under someone else’s name, too. It was always like he was covering his tracks - no trail.
Before I knew where he lived, I always had to do everything on the sly with him. One time shortly before I stopped seeing him, I had taken him to buy groceries on a Friday evening, and he said he was calling his grandma to pick him up afterwards. (He still wouldn’t tell me where he lived). This was at the very beginning of the pandemic COVID. He would come over to my apartment and work on making T-shirts. He had convinced me to buy a T-shirt machine so we could make T-shirts together and also sell them. I even paid for someone to come over and train us on making them. Apparently, his grandma would come over and pick him up since he had his motorcycle repossessed and didn’t have any transportation (only his baby mama had transportation).
He had told me once that when he first moved down here, he met a girl, and she would buy groceries for his grandma. She ended up being friends with another girl he was dating. He always brought people together.
I decided to try and follow him when his grandma came to pick him up and try to find out where he was living. (This was before I actually found out where he was living.) He called her and told her he was going to wait for her outside. She had apparently dropped him off and picked him up before at my apartment, so she knew where I lived. I heard him even telling her “ yes, at the end of the long road.”
I waited until he left, and then I rushed downstairs to my car with the intention of following him. I quickly drove onto the street by my apartment and was able to see him walking ahead in the distance with his groceries in hand. I quickly pulled over to the side of the road where my car wouldn’t be so conspicuous because I didn’t want him to see me following him. I waited for about 30 seconds and then got on the driver’s lane again. By that time he had disappeared! I could never see who actually picked him up, so I couldn’t follow him home. I was so upset because I had missed my opportunity. He was very slick. He would slither around like a snake and nobody could catch up to him. I even drove to his old apartment that he had been renting before, but there was nobody there. I even went to the trailer park that one of his baby mamas had lived at before (and also his grandmother, supposedly). I never found him.
I had even seen him driving his motorcycle once from that trailer park when I was outside of my job taking a walk. A couple of years before that, I had seen him driving into the trailer park in his old truck that he used to have before. It just so happened to be right down the street from my apartment. I would drive by there sometimes but never saw the grandma’s car again. I would just see the blinds open a little sometimes, with some light from the inside. It was all very mysterious. One time I actually saw one of the baby mama’s carrying a baby in a car seat. Another time I saw his mother watering the front lawn, but they eventually moved out from there after a while.
One of the last times I talked to him he told me to look up the Latin Kings’ Manifesto. We had always talked about writing a book about his past life, but it never happened. He was too hyperactive to sit still long enough, and when he tried to record his book, (I even got him a portable recorder) he said they brought back a lot of bad memories. (or so that was what he told me.)
Two months later after not hearing from him: (texts) (I was having trouble sleeping.)
Misty - 4:40 a.m. – Hey, are you still a live?
The Marine - Who the f…..is this? Fuck you.
Misty: Guess it’s your other personality. Hate me that much?
I never heard from him again. (I’m not sur