At age 16, El Jefe hired me.
To do little jobs here & there.
I did them well.
Then he promoted me;
gave me bigger, more important jobs.
We got so close he invited me into his home.
With ONE RULE:
"Don't FUCK WITH MY FAMILY.
My daughter, my princess, my crown jewel;
she's off limits to you.
Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Jefe, I understand."
And he gave me a room.
Living in the same house for years;
seeing each other every day.
She's learning about boys;
I'm learning about girls;
sometimes we accidentally saw one another naked.
We're not related.
And after 4 years, we liked each other;
touched each other.
We didn't "GO ALL THE WAY."
Only First Base.
El Jefe suspected.
The way we looked at each other.
He noticed.
Could never confirm it;
we were very secretive.
But he was no fool.
He suspected.
Told me to tell him the truth.
I denied it.
Then he heard rumors of us at school.
And that sealed it, my fate.
I was EXILED, BANISHED.
Being kicked out of your home is a terrible thing.
But sometimes, depending on who you are, it can be the best thing to ever happen,
to you.
At 21, I was GONE.
My Barrio disowned me.
I took the knowledge I learned & contracted out to all of the FAMILIES.
I made a lot of money.
Became very popular;
created my own FAMILY.
El Jefe didn't like what he was hearing about me.
I still respected him.
Never infringed on his territory.
But it was the MONEY.
My associates, my contacts.
My relationships.
And ALL THE POWER I was gathering.
He'll never admit it.
But it was eating away at him.
Oh, the JEALOUSY.
What a THING.
How could he have known?
"How did this skinny little fucker become so powerful?
More powerful than ME?"
And there I was 8 years ago, in Chiang Mai,
with my feet up on the balcony;
watching 2 naked sexy Thai ladies fight over what to watch on the TV.
And I get a message from Jefe saying "Will you help me?"
This man was like a 2nd father to me.
He treated me like a son.
Had only one rule, ONE.
I held no grudges.
I held no ill-will toward him.
In fact, I was happy to help him.
Call it paying a debt & making amends.
The JOB he had for me:
he was losing his territory,
to the Mexicans.
His people, MY PEOPLE, were being hurt, killed, EVERYDAY.
"Are you safe.
Your wife & daughter safe?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure for how long.
Come home.
Please, come home."
2 weeks later, it was DONE.
Lots of bodies, lots of bullets & guns;
lots of blood.
But it was done.
I left as quietly as I had come.
Paid my respects to the other FAMILIES.
And was back in Thailand with my naked ladies, still fighting over that damned TV.
A few days later, I got a call from his PRINCESS, his CROWN JEWEL.
I never got a chance to see her.
I never asked.
That's not why I was home.
Plus, I didn't wanna push my luck.
Or put him on the spot, you know?
She didn't appreciate that I was there & didn't even say HI.
Just did what I came to do, got on a plane & went back.
This is the reason I got SLAPPED.
She was forced to or settled to marry someone that wasn't me.
This is why she held on to me so tightly.
This is why she wasted no time to fuck me.
Making up for lost time with me.
That's our HISTORY;
El Jefe, his Daughter & ME.
Did you ever wonder why I would lie comfortably in bed, reading a book, Moby Dick;
telling my lieutenant DON'T STOP THEM.
LET THEM COME?
Did you ever wonder why I would go into a BARRIO at midnight, by myself, ALL ALONE?!!
Sanchez & his men said to me:
"You're in the WRONG part of town, PUTA!"
All the while I'm thinking:
"If it weren't for ME, there'd be NO TOWN, PUTA!"
10 guns drawn on me.
They could've had a 1000, and it wouldn't have mattered.
That's your answer, MY FRIEND—
You asked SHOULD YOU BE AFRAID?
YOU asked WHO I AM?
Ask El Jefe WHO'S the REAL EL JEFE!
