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GANG LIFE to GREAT LIFE …..a JOURNEY from HOPELESSNESS to INSPIRATION
Nano is a 58 year old Mexican/American born in San Diego, California. He attended all his schooling in the San Diego area, graduated from High School in 1984. After doing many prison terms, drugs, and everything that comes with growing up in and living the Gang Life, Nano retired from that life, attended College and earned an Associate Degree in Business Management & Accounting.
Nano grew up in a world that seemed normal at first but in time, evolved into a very dangerous one, where drugs, violence, betrayal, and prison rule the day, with horrible and sad deaths. One can easily give up hope in life. When a gang runs the streets of your once quiet neighborhood, families can be broken or destroyed.
Nano, once a promising young boy was faced with many of these obstacles, became a drug user, and a violent gang member. He saw the madness unfold around him, and he was written off by society and his family. But through inner strength and the advice and mentorship of a couple of good men in his life, he was able to leave his old ways and become the productive citizen of society everyone is meant to be. There is hope, you just have to want to find and keep it.
Today Nano has been over 25 years drug free and lives a quiet life away from the mean streets in the Barrios of Southeast San Diego with his youngest son. After working numerous jobs since his release from prison, Nano now works for an environmental company in the Hazardous Materials Industry for the last 15 years.
• “…I’ve known Nano for many years, I knew a little about his past. I had no idea the extent of the violent life he lived. He’s come along way.” C. Perez, Truck Driver, Washington, USA
• “…It’s a life I can relate to, growing up in the streets of Southeast can be tough on anyone.” D. Rojas, San Diego, CA

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Publié par	AuthorHouse
Date de parution	16 octobre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781665572828
Langue	English

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G’ STER

GANG LIFE TO GREAT LIFE

NANO S.

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© 2022 Nano S. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 10/12/2022

ISBN: 978-1-6655-7281-1 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6655-7282-8 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022918571

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CONTENTS
Acknowledgements
Introduction
This Book is dedicated to My Mother & Father
Foreword
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
About The Author
Epilogue
Contact
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
To acknowledge every single person for making it possible to even be in the position to write this book would be a book in itself. So to start I’d like to acknowledge “The Boys” and everyone that lived in the neighborhood. Mad P.C. on the corner. Mrs. G down the street. The Big Guy for being so cool. The list goes on and on. I’d like to give credit to some professionals that don’t get enough, the SDFD. You guys save countless lives everyday behind the bullshit that goes on in the streets, for that Thank You.
Then there are those that weren’t from the neighborhood, people I met during my adventures. I met quite a few people in my life and some of them had a real big influence on it, some bad, some good but all with heart. My children, whom have been so supportive of this project, and to all those who never said no, much love and respect but most importantly thank you, thank you. Without you there’d be no me.
To my brothers and sisters for putting up with most of my bullshit, to those that died on the field of battle, to those that got sent to the Big House and to those still on the street. Love, Miss & Respect you.
A special thanks to my sponsors, you’ve been with me through this whole process.
INTRODUCTION
America’s Finest City… A nickname like that conjures up beautiful beaches, fine dining & entertainment. My home city of San Diego is known for that moniker, yet I grew up in an entirely different city than the one with beautiful beaches; I grew up on the mean streets of Southeast San Diego, home to some of the roughest street gangs in California. Gangs with ties to drug cartels and prison gangs with access to all sorts of shit, but this isn’t about them this is about one young kid (like many before him and after him) that went into this world knowing but not knowing and walked with the devil for years.
Aside from a few broken bones and scars, I found a way to bring myself back from this violent, drug induced lifestyle, and lead a productive life. Became the father a man is supposed to be to his children, the brother to his siblings, and a trusted employee. This story is proof that there is hope out there no matter how bad life kicks your ass…..
I’m pretty sure life has done a number on many people far worse than it did to me.
THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER & FATHER
There was no way you could have known what I would become, but you both gave me the tools to live, survive and thrive in this world. I would never have had the courage and wisdom without the guidance you gave me while I was still a good kid; I never forgot the lessons although I did put them on hold for a while. I thank you for being the good people your parents taught you to be. I thank you moms for being the rock of our family for all those years and to my dad I thank you for the vicious left hook you taught me. The respect, honor, and loyalty you showed one another is the cement that holds our family together to this day.
FOREWORD
Ever since I was a wee lad, I remember my father being a gangster, and I don’t mean this new age version where an old lady listening to Snoop is considered ‘gangster’. I mean the real thing, true to life ‘Gang Member’ from a notorious group of thugs. He was more than a member though; they followed him into battle like soldiers following a great general (When generals would actually fight alongside their troops). I saw men and women willing to do anything to gain his favor, out of a mixture of fear and respect. They feared him because he was absolute violence embodied in a thin Mexican frame. Aimed and trained violence with no fear, no hesitation, and no remorse. They respected him because he never beat up anyone that didn’t have it coming. He ruled our small neighborhood with an iron fist. Akin to a king over a small kingdom, I remember being called “Gangland Royalty”. He wasn’t a greedy man who coveted power like most in that type of position. He was content with his but would also defend it to no end.
Our neighborhood was ours. It was his. I saw people walking down our street, and if he was standing outside, they would just cross the street and cross the street once they passed him. I knew with a man like that on my side I would be just fine. I’m not saying it was all cookies and milk. We definitely struggled. He spent a lot of time in jail and prisons and his lifestyle wasn’t always accepted. Our family life was turbulent to say the least, but we were a strong family with a strong leader. Not him but my grandmother. I see now that he learned to make hard decisions and work with very little watching her as she raised 5 of her 7 children, (2 of my uncles had left home way before I came along), after my grandfather passed away very early. Wherever his inspiration came from, he reached a level not many get to and even less get to live through.
Being the son of a Gangland king was an adventure all its own. An adventure filled with tragedy, sorrow, and violence. I wouldn’t change a thing though. The lessons learned can’t be found in a classroom anywhere on earth. I learned to be strong, fair, ruthless, but compassionate, and how to earn respect. Rather than think it is a thing given freely. My time as gangland royalty was a unique time that I look back on both cherishingly and feel relieved of. It was nice feeling the warm embrace of the subjects in our small kingdom. The fear of rivals coming in was always there but the armed guards at the gate usually intercepted any unwanted guests. The relief if it isn’t obvious is the risk of getting shot or jumped by rivals or anyone for that matter has decreased exponentially!
T Mojito,
Husband, Father, Business Owner & Musician, San Diego, CA
Cheers!
CHAPTE R 1

After my 10 th birthday, I knew things would never be the same for me. Innocence lost some would say. But not me, I was well aware of what I was getting into. Being the youngest of 7 kids was kind of cool. My parents (God rest their souls) were decent folk from the old country, moms was from the hills of Monterey, Mexico. My father, rumor had it, was from the same town as the famed Mexican Revolutionary Pancho Villa. ‘Land of the Scorpion’ is one of the nicknames for the area, but it was all deserts to my young eyes when I saw the place myself except for this statue of Pancho Villa himself, sitting on a horse right there in the middle of the desert. Biggest damn statue I’d ever seen. Aside from the hot bright days, it was an experience I would never forget. I always wondered why my father spoke of it so fondly.
Talk about a place time forgot, I remember seeing bullet holes on the walls of the clay buildings. The first day there my dad took me into the middle of the village, a dusty road with 2 cantinas facing each other; one was named “El Coyote” & the other “El Gallo”. His was El Gallo so we sauntered in the bar and upon entering the bartender a burly o’l Mexican looked up from the bar and shouts “Bernardo!” which blew me away because as far as I knew my dad hadn’t been there in years. But the guy seemed genuinely happy to see my dad. We walked up to the bar, and they exchange pleasantries, and the guy looks at me and says in Spanish, “who’s this little runt?’ My dad says “es mi hijo” the bartender says “sit his ass right here” pointing to a barstool.
So, my dad motions me up on the stool. The guy asks me “gustas una soda?” nodding my head I said “coca por favor”. Now for some reason Mexican soda is much stronger than American soda, even though it’s the same company. Shit just stronger deep down south.
One thing about my parents though, they had very different opinions of ‘ole Mexico. My father loved it whereas my dear mother hated it. But it’s safe to say they both loved America’s Finest City. Moving right along. In 1974 the neighborhood of my youth was rife with racism and the start of gang violence.
To this day I still don’t know how we became a “Street Gang” But somewhere between Bugs Bunny and Happy Days the guys I grew up with were documented by the police and the newly formed gang detail as “Gang Members”. This unit of elite police officers was made up of guys who were bullied themselves during their time in elementary school and found a way to get back at the bullies. Some with a serious hard-on for young gang members, for those unfortunate enough to have r