“I’ve been her three months now. This is my second time. My moms an X-ray technician, she visits. My dad’s not in the picture. My girlfriend braided my hair. I’m from BPS. Black Peace Stone. Where’s that? It’s the Jungles. What’s that? The apartments. Where are the apartments? Western LA over near La Salle. I live there with my homies when I’m on the run. My mother lives in Sun Valley, not far from here Pacoima. When people ask me where I’m from and I’m pissed off, the words that I spit out are BPS. People know BPS. I came here when I was 14. I was going through things. My best friend was shot in front of me. I’ve been shot at. I’m a Blood. I pimp girls. I was taught the game. It’s a way of life; it’s a way of getting money. I really never went to school. I always ditched. Yea I’m 16, but instead of going to school I would pick up my hoes. They’re all 23, 25. Age isn’t a problem. It’s how you carry yourself. You gotta know the game. You gotta have that mind. I pick them up and I get em to walk the track. You know, like a prostitute, walking a certain street. I don’t call them women—women don’t sell their body. Hoes do. I may be 16 but I dress like a guy and I act like a guy. I shoot steroids to make myself buff. I been gay since I been here. I don’t do drugs. I only smoke weed and shoot steroids. Being gay? When it’s guy on guy.”