True Story
It was a dark and stormy night. It was cold, I remember, because the van was a'shakin' and a'rattlin'. I was chillin' out, answering phones you know, trying to make a dollar out of 15 cent.
That's when I got the call: Scott was smoking down Atlantic with Beatrice when she started to act a'quiver. He pulled over to find one of her ball joints cracked, attached to the wheel just barely. He had managed to limp into a small parking lot just off the main drag. The tow truck was already en route.
I jumped in the van, sped out, and met him already tending to the wounded Beatrice. The tow truck arrived shortly thereafter, but it was before, while we were surveying the damage underneath the car, that it happened: A small girl with these shiny brown eyes walked by us, holding tight the hand of an even smaller, younger girl. The smaller girl's eyes twinkled much the same, if not more so, two points of moist, brown glass floating in the twilight. Not too uncommon for people to be on the stroll in busy South Pasadena, but what was striking took a second look-- yup, that little girl was wearing a Choopacabra shirt. And her partner, her older sister maybe, probably --well, homegirl was wearing one too.
Scott looked up at them from the blacktop where he was kneeling.
"Cool shirts," he said.
"Thanks," said Big Sister. "Its a local thing."
"Oh really?" he said. "From where? Pasadena?"
"Nah. Rosemead," she replied. "I'm cool with the guys that run the company."
Scott turned and gave me a look. I covered my mouth with my hand.
"No way. That's a Choopacabra shirt, right?"
"Yeah," she said, growing annoyed. She pulled the little girl into walking again.
Scott said: "I heard that the guys who run it are a couple of big-time weenies."
"Ha," she said over her shoulder, "that's pretty funny, because its true. They are. They're more dorky than anything else, though."
"See, I heard that, too," he said.
I looked down at the smaller girl, her eyes reflecting light all over the place. She smiled up at me, agreeing.
Madre - 'nuff said
Harry - Holding it down in O-town. Respect
J-Dog - Say word, kid. Yo, son
Jose - I believe in miracles since you came along
Kat - Purty girls can raise your spirits
Big Mike - big dog
Little Dog - A ha ha ha!
Lovely L - Our purty first Spokesmodel
Minerva - Peace to the homegirl!
Tito - BBH
Camote - One sweet day we will be reunited
Butch - What a lovely homeboy
Sal & Albert - Our brothers, man, for real, for real. Police motorcycles! Caca potions!
Ruth - The homegirl who helps us out a lot with the flower clips, and with everything. Thanks
Liz & Jennifer - Down pound for pound, round for round. Thanks for backing us up, you sexy creatures
Uncle Freddy - The Legend. Pi-ya!
Janette - Forever in love with chili fries and roses
Foxy Figueroa - meet me at the altar in your white dress. We ain't gettin' no younger we might as well do it
Dante - brotha from anotha motha
Roberta - at once and endlessly lovely
Ann and Big Frank
Bigger Mike
Biggest Mike
Girlife - you'll know when u see it
Conniegirl
Mr. Rich - Mon premier et vrai amour
Gil
Salvador
Ray and Vanessa
Steve
the Homegirl D
Jorge
Alex
Cristina y la Familia
Sid and Herb
Olliedog
Ryan and Maureen
Robin
the Fabulous Maggie
