(continued from part 3...)

By 1993, Jefrox grew to about 250-300 members, spanning from the San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, to the San Gabriel Valley and the suburbs. A big percentage of the new members were Korean. Honestly, I’d say about 40-50% of the new recruits were straight biatches. They only got in because Jefrox suddenly became the thing to be in. It’s what is to be expected in K-Town. Gangbanging became the thing to do, later it would be raving and clubbing, and now it’s PC bangs.

Anyway, we use to hold meetings at a local park on Beverly and Van Ness to introduce new members and to discuss what’s been going down in the neighborhood. I remember one of our meetings, we had a homie from a rival gang called Satanas chillin with us.

He chilled with us on numerous occasions and was very tight with most of the older heads so everyone was cool with him. He was a half Korean, half white guy named Bobby (A.K.A. Grumpy).

During our meeting, he had left with some of the homies and cruised down Western. I stayed back with some of the other homies and chilled at the park. About 15 or 20 minutes later, the homies came back, but without Bobby. They looked stunned and were acting hysterical. I was shocked to learn about what had transpired in the course of less than a half hour. They said as they were cruising, they saw one of our enemies in our neighborhood. They called him Trusty from RBS (Rebel Boys). They got out of their cars and chased him into a restaurant on Western and Hobart.

The security guard would not let Bobby or the homies go in there and they both started to get into an argument. Suddenly, as they were about to leave, Bobby turned around and shot the security guard in the upper body. As Bobby turned to run back to the car, the guard (still lying on the ground) shot back at Bobby, striking him in the head.

He died of his wound, ironically, in the same parking lot that Edward Song lost his life defending the “Pizza Go” restaurant during the L.A. riots. Also, across the street at the PC bang, my dong-seng Arthur also lost his life to gunfire. To this day, I refuse to stop in that plaza to buy cigarettes, eat, or even to use the phone.

1991-1996 was a crazy ass time in Korea Town. Sh!t was popping off left and right. We were in an all out war against a group of gangs bent on taking us out. RBS had clicked up with PR and went on calculated missions to get rid of us. In the valley, Asian Boyz and RPB (Real Pinoy Brothers) were trying to do the same (though they were not clicked up, they both hated us as well). One night, my homie Clumsy (who I knew since the 2nd or 3rd grade) was chilling on Maplewood with about 5 other pee wees.

Suddenly a couple of carloads of PR and RBS’ pulled up and they started to fight with the homies. The homies were only about 14 years old and were fighting against guys in their mid twenties.

Clumsy took on about 3 guys on his own (he was pretty stocky for a 14 year old). The fight was too much for the little guys to take so they started to run.

Clumsy on the other hand decided to continue fighting on his own and this would prove to be very costly…