Mid City Stoners 13

deadplaya · April 21

The Mid City Stoners 13

The first ever Mid City Stoners was founded from various small groups of Mexicans coming together from one neighborhood, who had a vested interest in defending themselves, their families and their communities against rampant racism against Mexicans and other Latin Americans. Sometime in the 1970s, they got their name from as an omage to the Rolling Stones rock band as well their love for marijuana, a phenomenon that was seen all across the city. The 13 in their name initially stood for the M in marijuana. Eventually, they fell under the Sureno banner, just like all the other gangs around them.

Over the years, various movements arise around them, such as neighbouring Mexican Varrios going to war and shedding blood with one and other over the pettiest of things, with innocent people paying the price of someone else trying to play gangster, and the ever evolving dope game, making the poorest of families turn into the richest before their bloody downfall. This neighbourhood, just like any other during that time fell into the generational trap, of which would perhaps see no end, their dojo was Queen Anne Park located on West Boulevard in Mid City. The Mid City Stoners spread and found their place in various other neighbourhoods, specifically in Watts, Long Beach & Western Heights. That's where the heavy racial tension started to affect them, feuds with the Insane Crips, Rollin 20s Crips, Black P Stone's, and the Bounty Hunter Bloods developed a very anti-black identity.

The pain and suffering that these feuds brought led to many youngsters getting involved, wanting to get back for their varrio, the pride in being brown and down was official, the higher the socks... the downer the motherfucking fool, homie... They also found themselves feuding other Mexican neighborhoods, such as the Mara Salvatrucha 13s, Barrio Evil 13, Varrio 38st. Territorial battles began, and with enemies on all sides and little breathing room, the feuds were nothing but bloody.

Law Enforcement & Gang Enhancements

The Mid City Stoners made enough noise, especially in their bloody conflict with BPS, that it was obvious that law enforcement would crack down on them. With various notable members getting arrested, they got down with the Big House, and slapped the '13' at the end of their name. Being Sureño, down with the program and vicious led to several indictment throughout the decades that passed. Hundreds of members arrested, deported, or killed in the streets by law enforcement or their enemies, led to the loss of great territories and potential gains. Youngsters started not seeing the Mid City Stoners as the biggest, and the baddest. They'd rather get down with the enemies than the Mid Cities, but what happened to MCS13 happened to all their neighbours too.

The decline in activity was evident, the shortage in manpower and foot soldiers was clear, crime was on the low and more subtle crime was on the rise. Dope was being pushed and sold on the streets and the identity was never dropped, banging on the walls, punking your enemies every now and then carried on, it never saw a full stop kind of end.

The Current

Some of the cliques ended off being more active than others, some disappeared into nothing but history, perhaps killed off, or maybe hood hopped... But some things are for certain, various old notable figures of MCS13 were let loose, and they carried on their old stilo. A clique out by 33rd Street and Unity Boulevard, named: '33st Locos' - is seeing a notable increase in manpower and a new drive to bang their neighborhood.

Baby blues and chucks

Most convicts, most gangbangers, most soldiers say they find it difficult to relate to people who haven't lived the experiences which define their own life. The warrior life. While I understand the notion, I can't say I fully agree with it. I think it's a self-evident fact of subjective experience that applies to everyone, not just those of us who know what it means to take a life or live 25 years without ever really getting a good night's sleep. State pen is a whole other ball game. The racial politics are seriously hardcore and the caliber of criminal you're doing time with is something else entirely. Everything from harmless tweaker to hardcore murderer to pathetic sex offender can be found within those perimeter fences.

MCS, a small time clique which originated in the 80s by a bunch of cats bumping Rolling Stones. Stoners, petty thugs and mayhaps even skaters trying to stand up for each other, and carve out a name for themselves. Imagine a defiant teenager hooked on half a gram of yeska, digging his initials into the classroom table with a pen. A pen that had lost it's ink a long time ago. Their origins foreshadowed what was to come in the near decades as what emanated from a group of friends, into a full fledged group of sophisticated liquidators and merchants that traded in opium-fueled clouds, amphetamine crystals and death.

Such was the nature of the craddle of most Los Santos sureños. On the streets they all kicked the football, hung up their clothes and argued with the local crack fiend who was trying to drop a turd on their front-yard. One day you are shooting through the frame of your 1980 Chevrolet El Camino, next thing you know you have a belt wrapped around the surface of your elbow. A wicked brown smile, with teeth clad in bacteria and trench mouth, shooting up an eightball of black tar into your radial.

In 1985 a jaycat by the name of Alfonso Chavarria marched into the level four yard. Charged with three homicides, two charges on firearms, and a gang of other felonies, Chavarria thought that he was untouchable. Alas, that was not the case. You see, until Chavarria walked the line nobody had ever heard of "Mid City Stoners", let alone of what they were capable of doing. Regardless, everybody thought that the fool was bananas, and perhaps he was, however that cannot discredit his efforts into pulling his clique into the Mexican Mafia's fold.

Defacto facing life, Chavarria never backed down from a challenge. He beckoned it, and in turn bought more approbation and esteem to his gang. Over the course of the next seven years, the yard hosted twenty members of the Mid City Stoners. Where most of the elders were taught the basics of what it took to be a gangbanger, a chicano Gambino. The blonde kids from Vinewood Hills went to universities all over the state like Harvard, or perhaps Columbus, however we the ferocious attended the LS county, our college, our gladiator academy, and then proceeded to get schooled in SACF. San Andreas Correctional facility, that was our Harvard.

While MCS did not hold as much sway as White Fence, Florencia, or perhaps the Avenues, the Pico Union thugs did establish themselves as a formidable force and even went out of their way to graduate one of their own as a carnal until he got stabbed over a drug debt. Since then their influence has faltered, a few figures remain however they're known as no good dopeheads, the likes being Frank "Grumpy" Barrio and Freddie "Mercury" Tramposo.

Edited yesterday at 09:58 AM by deadplaya