Hood Chronicles
Hood Chronicles — stories from the streets of Los Angeles. Real, remembered, or imagined… you decide.
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Rock’a My Baby 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle
Follow me on IG: @punisherpapi South Central. Every day we running. Every day — looking to be. Becoming. But what are you becoming? Always remembering — sometimes we are not alone. Let me light this fag once more, tilt my head toward the stars, take a puff — let it swirl into the heavens. This story?… Continue reading
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The Hate of You 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle
Follow me on IG: @punisherpapi To light another fag, to let the swirls of this smoke flow, flow through the streets of South Central. Ground control — the place where many don’t walk through to see. Today’s story? It’s that of a young woman in her twenties — she could be any girl. A woman… Continue reading
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Don’t Feed the Bad with the Bad 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle
Plastic Man meets judgement at a farmers market and learns a harsher truth: feeding bad energy just multiplies it. This Hood Chronicles entry is a choice to rebuild with respect, discipline, and faith. Continue reading
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The Boy Who Doesn’t Belong 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle
Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi Another day, another puff of this cig — little swirls of smoke gliding between my fingers. Here in South Central I sit, on the curb, seeing. Today’s story is that of a young man, twenty-two years of age, soon to be twenty-three — a young man caught between two worlds.… Continue reading
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Then He Was Gone 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle
Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi A puff of smoke rises from the grid of South Central L.A. Let it swirl — a signal, a ghost, a memory finding its way back through time. This story takes place in a faraway place — where casino lights never sleep, and the call girls wander the desert nights… Continue reading