Originally Posted by J$tyle$

Yeah, man - I left Canarsie in 89'!

... and well said. It wasn't like we were bloods or crips. more like 20 -30 guys and chicks hanging out by the corner store or pizzaria's or whatever park and there were always beefs with other kids from whatever other part of the neighborhood or the next neighborhoods over.

i remember one night a few friends had an issue with some kids in Mill Basin. When they got back to Canarsie we loaded up in 4 cars and drove back over. it was like 16 of us against 20+ of them and this one kid got stabbed with a screwdriver in the neck. he lived and wore his battle scar as a "badge of honor"!

One time when i was 16 i was with 6 friends over by Kings Plaza causing trouble. We ended up in a fight with these guys. they left and we were walking through their neighborhood. turns out they got a bunch more of their friends and we turned around about 5 blocks away and had like 20 guys chasing us. i ended up getting caught hiding on someones balcony. I hit the first guy with one of those metal folding chairs. he went flying down the stairs and 4 more guys came up and beat the crap out of me with baseball bats and chains. It felt like an eternity but probably only lasted about 40 seconds to a minute or so IF that long!

One of the people on the block started screming about calling the cops and all the kids took off running. my friends were scattered hiding under cars and on other balconies ... 2 kids banged on someone's door and pushed their way in.

I was laying on the floor like a bloody stump. bleeding from below my eye and my skull plus they busted up my elbow something awful!

Funny how this HEAT just took over my whole body and everything was in slow motion! i didn't feel any pain. not one whack from a bat or chain hurt .... I was kicked and punched and didn't feel anything. Pretty nuts!

My friends packed me all bloody into a car service and high-tailed it over to Brookdale Hospital (where I was born)! They carried me into the ER and dropped me on the nurses desk. I left a few hours later with some butterfly stiches, a minor concussion and my arm in a sling!

The next week we mobbed up and drove back! I'm not going to post what we did in retaliation - but man, we were some crazy fucks!



Oh, the memories!