"Tales from 14th Street" Is a look back at childhood days living in San Pedro California. I will share the fun and not so fun adventures of living in the hood during the 80's and early 90's. If anybody grew up in this area during that time please email or comment anytime and share your stories or thoughts.
It was around 1993, and I specifically remember walking out of the apartment I lived in on 14th street, and walking a few steps towards the alley, I remember seeing a girl about 18 years old huffing paint. I remember her near the window near the entrance of the alley. She was bent over huffing blue paint in a paper bag. I was watching her along with a few other kids. She did not seem to mind us so much, but for some odd reason I never have forgotten that image. Kids are not as dumb as they look and I knew what she was doing was wrong. I do not remember the girl much, but I know she hung out with the neighbors a few doors down. Our neighbors was an older guy named " Caps" and his girlfriend plus two kids. He was actually from a different neighborhood, but for some reason he was accepted in the mix with the local gangsters. He did seem so much older to me at the time, but now that I think about it he must of only have been in his late twenties if that. His little phase on 14th street was pretty ruthless, and a constant party.
Now does anybody even huff paint these days? that is really a funny concept to hear about nowadays, what a crazy trend.
Alley where it all went down.
Now rewinding back to 1990. The local gang Young Crowd loved to party in the back of the apartments. I mean they were deep back there! and they partied all night long! I was the unfortunate one to have to sleep in the back room with my parents next to all the noise. I was always scared they were going to break into our house through my window. I would sometimes lay there listening for hours at their many conversations. They always seemed to bump oldies, and this specific oldie will always remind me of them partying in the back.
The first window on the right was my parents and my bedroom. The gangsters partied all through this back part, including the basement below.
This oldie by Don Julian and the Larks always stood out. I think they bumped this towards the end of the night =)