By Reymundo Sanchez

This riveting sequel to My Bloody Life lines Reymundo Sanchez’s fight to create a “normal” lifestyles outdoor the Latin Kings, one of many nation's so much infamous highway gangs, and to maneuver past his earlier. Sanchez illustrates how the Latin King motto “once a king, continuously a king” earrings precise and info the trouble and possibility of leaving that existence at the back of. packed with heartpounding scenes of his backslide into medicinal drugs, intercourse, and violence, Once a King, continuously a King recounts how Sanchez wound up in criminal and offers an engrossing firsthand account of the way the Latin Kings are run from contained in the criminal method. Harrowing testaments to Sanchez’s decision to rebuild his existence contain his efforts to split his kinfolk from gang lifestyles and his fight to conform to marriage and the company international. regardless of temptations, nightmares, regressions into violence, and his personal inner demons, Sanchez makes an uneasy peace together with his new existence. This uncooked, robust, and brutally sincere memoir strains the transformation of an complete gangbanger right into a liable citizen.

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Lady J liked material things. She gravitated to people with money, and I was the one she had chosen to cling to from the first day she saw me, about a week earlier. I knew her age, knew she was jailbait, but went for it anyway. Upon Josie’s arrival, Lady J immediately got off my lap and began to walk away. I remained sitting on the park bench and watched Josie come toward me. All the folks standing even remotely near me immediately distanced themselves. They could see that I was in some deep shit, and they didn’t want to be in the way if Josie pulled a gun and started shooting.

I bagged the heroin, gave it to Spanky, and secluded myself in the safety of my drugged-up little world with Lady J for the rest of the night. I hated Spanky passionately, but it was convenient for me to act otherwise. I’m certain that, deep down, Spanky hated me with the same passion, but it was convenient for him to have me around. I managed my hatred for Spanky by knowing that I was fucking his wife. That made it all better. I knew, however, that my peace of mind, based on this betrayal, would one day come to an end.

Lady J, understandably, had already left the scene. I drove around the park smoking a joint, then headed back to Spanky’s place. I was still pretty angry when I walked into my apartment. I lit up another joint and downed a beer. I was opening a second beer when Imelda walked into the room. “My sister can sure be a bitch sometimes,” she said. I walked over to Imelda and kissed her hard. She responded in the same manner. Within seconds we were half naked, having sex on the kitchen table. Our sex was violent, more violent than it had ever been.

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