Wild Boy- Part 1

image NOTE: THIS POST IS EXTREMELY VAGUE. I AM TRYING TO ACCELERATE TO THE YEAR 2000. ALL POSTS AFTER PART 2 OF THIS BLOG WILL BE VIVID AND VERY DESCRIPTIVE. I did not come from a broken home. My father was not an alcoholic. He did not beat us or my mother. I had a normal childhood filled with great birthday parties and nice family outings. My father was a very strict man, but he did not do anything to make me turn out the way that I did. I did not grow up in a bad neighborhood. For some reason, I was always a little wild during my early teens. I use to sneak out a lot. I was just a normal thirteen or fourteen year old boy chasing after girls. At that point, I had experimented with LSD and ecstasy. I was wild, but by no means did I partake in any sort of criminal activity. I would sneak my parents car out a few times a month and hit up the night life in Houston’s amazing club scene. They were not very strict when it came to fake I.D.’s back in those days. Sex, drugs, skateboarding, and going to concerts was how I spent the majority of my mid-teen years. My sister was killed in an automobile accident a month before my eighteenth birthday. That is the hardest thing I have ever had to deal with. It destroyed my family. We have never fully recovered and we never will. Unless you have experienced the loss of an immediate family member at such a young age and it being totally unexpected, it will be impossible for you to understand the ramifications it creates. I did not

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with no drive or expectations concerning my life. I started hanging out with less than desirable people. I was breaking into houses, selling drugs at a low level, and fighting a lot. Before I knew it, I was arrested for burglary and illegally buying a firearm. I went to boot camp not once, but twice. Looking back I was just a little punk doing stupid shit because I truly did not care about my well being. I would definitely graduate into the big time a few years later. For now, we will stick with my current path at that time. I must go in order for you to truly get a sense of me as a person and how many transformations I have made.After I got out of boot camp for the second time. Not a whole lot really changed. I kept doing drugs, hanging out with my friends, going to clubs, and having tons of sex. I did that for a few years. It was early 1995 by this time. I was about to turn 21. I spent the majority of my time taking ecstasy and having threesomes with my girlfriend and her friends. I guess that was one of the perks from selling the pills and dating a stripper. These crazy nights often took place after we would get back home from Club Some around 7 or 8 in the morning. I was also about to become a father. My previous girlfriend was pregnant. I was nervous, happy, and very sacred. Fatherhood was a role I would have to grow into as I became older. I will discuss this exclusively in a future post. On one particular night I decided to go visit some friends in southwest Houston. I was pulled over by a police officer and the aroma of weed billowed out of my car. He put me in handcuffs and commenced to search my vehicle. It did not take long until he found a beretta 9 mm. I was back in the Harris County Jail. I was unable to get a bond because I was on probation. After going to court for several months. I was sentenced to three years in the Texas Department of Corrections. The day they called my name to “catch the chain” to T.D.C. I remember being nervous and I did not know what to expect. In Harris County we fought all the time. Fighting was no big deal, believe it or not, I even enjoyed it during that time of my life. All I knew of prison was what I had seen in the movies. I guess I thought rape was an everyday occurrence and I kept thinking I will probably die because there was no way I would allow that to occur. I would rather face death than experience something as brutally vicious and degrading as rape. The entire bus ride was extremely quiet and all of the inmates were pretty much in silence with the occasional sound of chains from being shackled and some very light conversation. As we pulled into Huntsville’s Holiday Unit which was a classification unit. Inmates would stay here for a short time until you were assigned to your “real unit.” I remember seeing all the guard towers and chain linked fences with barb wire surrounding the unit. This place was very clean and nothing like I expected. The food was much better than Harris County and there was not very much violence, or fighting for that matter. I remember thinking prison is not that bad with the exception of not seeing my family, friends, and no sex. Prison is segregated. You stick to your own kind. I was cool with a few of the black and white guys, but it made no difference in there. You stuck to your own race and that was that. To go even further, especially with the large Hispanic population, you are talking about huge ethnic groups serving as politicians, peacekeepers, and governing bodies with violent soldiers. Throughout the entire prison system things were broken down into cities and regions of Texas. Mexicans from Houston only fucked with other Mexicans from Houston. Some cities were cool with others. Some were brutal enemies. San Antonio also know as “San Anto” were always getting into fights and riots with Houston also known as Houstone(pronounced as Hou-STONE). I know all of this sounds ridiculous, but I did not make the rules. I was however, ready to play the game. The first two months at Holiday unit not a whole lot happened. That was all about to change once I left for the Gist Unit in Beaumont and then Robinson unit.

Comments (30)

  1. TheStonewall

    Good read. I am looking forward to the next installment!

  2. Jonas

    ” and having tons of sex. I did that for a few years.”
    Good read though, interesting!

  3. Coachguru

    Wow. Great read.

  4. Jay C

    Another great read..looking forward to following your story as it goes on!

  5. Matticus

    I remember meeting you around this time I think. Honestly, I was pretty intimidated by you back then. But It’s always been a pleasure to know ya.

  6. Olivia

    I am glad you are willing to speak about your past. Some years ago, online diaries were popular. A lot of people were willing to write on a personal level such as this. Many diaries held things of import and allowed you to know by written word that which was too intimate to merely lend to spoken word. I am pleased to see that practice revived through blogs. I look very forward to reading even more.

    • Adrian Lopez

      Thank you so much, Olivia! I will talk about all sort of topics and certain aspects of my life. I promise there will be a moral to the story. The next few entries will get kind of crazy….but I am really want to stress that I am not proud or trying to glorify any of this.

  7. Your Madre

    Hope you feel comfortable with your ma & pa reading your blogs…..won’t comment much, you know your ma….but am a fan….I love you son! Even if you were or are a “Wild Boy”!!!!! Madre

    • Adrian Lopez

      I love you too! Should maybe brace yourself for future entries. I will call you and recommend certain blogs you may want to avoid. Lol 🙂

  8. Dwayne

    Thanks for sharing this, bro. Your writing style is clean and easy to follow. Keep up the strong work.

  9. Robbyn Perkins

    I am quite surprised that you have taken this step to tell your story, however I am also proud that you do this with a courage that few possess. To put ones words to paper…so to speak is most likely cathartic. I have often thought I would like to do the same. You neither glorify nor feel guilt but state the facts as they were and are. I read this with sorrow because I have been there, with pride because I understand the pain and the strength that it takes to verbalize our weaknesses and yet overcome the reality of one’s actions. You keep it up Adrian…this could help others as well as heal your soul! I look forward to more…Momma Koehler

    • Adrian Lopez

      Thank you so much, Robbyn! I know that you and your family are able to relate and understand what I have been through. Unfortunately speaking of course…wish it was not the case. I truly appreciate the kind words and encouragement. I am hoping that this will be a therapeutic experience for me and this is the main reason I have decided to share such intimate details about my life. Hope you check out additional posts in the future. Take care :))

  10. Erin H

    Thank you for giving us a raw look at your life! Your honesty is a true testament of who you are!

    • Adrian Lopez

      Thanks Erin:) I appreciate your comment. It will get a lot crazier over the next few posts…but there will be a moral to the story. A silver lining, so to speak 😉

  11. Sunny Scofield

    Adrian, I am so happy to catch up on social media. I remember all the trouble and like my own brother who did so many things he would’ve loved to change he has turned out great and I can see that you have too. Life is a lesson for sure. This is a great read and you are a wonderful person! Wish I could have seen you in Houston but hey maybe someday:)

    • 1rare1

      Thanks Sunny! I truly appreciate you taking the time to read and comment on my blog. I am trying to help my buddy build up this site and all support means more than you know:) hopefully we can meet up one day in Houston. We should ask Tom to join us for lunch or something. Take care!

  12. Your Cuz, Pete

    Thanks for doing this! I think it will be a great release for you and also will fill in some gaps for those of us who missed you while we had no idea what was going on. I look forward to keeping up with this in its entirety…
    Love ya brother…

    • 1rare1

      Thanks a lot man! Yeah, it was definitely a crazy period after Kimmie’s passing. After I lost my baby sister, I hated the world for a long time. Thanks for the support, bro!

  13. Kayla

    That was a great read! I had no idea to be quite honest with you… Thanks for opening up and sharing.

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