Back then to Now: The Story of Vegas Don

And at age 15, my younger brother became heavily involved in my gang activities. He became my sidekick and the streets named us Frank and Jesse James. We didn't even know anything about them but what we heard, all we knew that they carried a lot of guns and hurt a lot of people. We loved the thought of being compared to them. Alcohol and drugs became a big part of our life. We would get drunk, snort coke and then we'd go places looking for trouble which we seemed to always find.

"All my life people use to tell me that I would never amount to anything."

Amazingly, I still managed to graduate. My only reason for doing so was
to grant my grandmother’s only wish of me. Back then graduation
was a very big accomplishment, especially to the older generations. Although
I was this reckless street hoodlum, for the love and respect that I had for my grandma I graduated. To my disappointment, my grandmother died on the same morning of my graduation. I was devastated and extremely furious but most of all mad at God. How could he do this to me? How could he take the only person in my life that showed me love? That night of her death, my best friend at that time Mark Peaks (now deceased) and I sat on a sidewalk, drank thunderbird wine and cried like babies. That night I vowed to hurt anyone that crossed my path. I hated the world!
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