• (from left) el sonso, matomorros, gallo, elvis, and roger


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    el sonso was arrested by FBI agents in his own home while having a nice, quiet dinner with his family. he was processed for trafficking, possession, and for minor traffic violations. (and for having contacts with the big men in the business)

    matomorros was gunned down in the back of an alley by swat members while taking out the trash on a rainy day. he was suspected of killing more than 34 gang members and 16 innocent victims. at his funeral, his father took out a razor blade and stabbed at the center of the coffin and never looked back.

    gallo is still at large and wanted by FBI, Interpol, and other major crime-fighters for trafficking, first and third degree murder, rape, robbery, and just living basically.

    elvis made a career in the music productions business and made lots of money. that money he gambled and lost everything and was in deep debt. the last time i saw him he was running from some loan sharks; it was a dark Hickory night out on front of a restaurant and he asked to borrow some money to get enough for a "fix". (i only had 40 dollars but i gave them to him and never saw him again).

    roger....oh boy....roger was the hacker. i visit him often. i bring cigarettes to his cell every time i can. he hacked the CIA headquarters mainframe and switched the picture of osama bin laden with one of his own collection (a blow-up doll making out with president bush). eventually he was found in the basement of one local D&D battleground. he was wearing a cloak and was casting spells before he realized that they weren't the rivaling "cybers" from across the street.


    they were all my buddies.
    this is a tribute to all the good times we had
    like the time roger hacked into a club's security and got us all in for free and backstage where all the strippers were; el sonso went to get us alcohol, matomorros wanted to play guitar on stage, elvis was with the dj, and roger was on his laptop apparently lost. we had lost sight of gallo and then BOOM; gallo was running for his life half-naked with a woman right behind him and a gun-toting giant. i had to argue to the club owner that nothing happened and s**t. everybody else was trying to keep gallo alive long enough for us to run for it. in a moments notice we all just ran for it. all the while, we couldn't stop laughing, none of us. (nobody was hurt in the process).

    we parted ways.
    i pray for the day that we get to be together again.
    (even though it is impossible, i pray for the impossible to become possible)