Speaking in spanglish

I once was part of a gang. We called ourselves 'Zona Stone' and we tried to tag up the city. But none of us ever had spray paint. None of us ever had money.

We would hang out late at night eating salchipapas in front of the block we all lived on. We would get shit faced drunk in the park or at my sisters' house. So drunk that spin the bottle was redundant. We laid in the sun waiting for each other to come home from school. Outside in the heat we would eat peanut butter and marshmallow creme with our hands or smother chocolate bars with it.

My parents were never home.

We would go out at night dancing and drinking and drinking and dancing. We never got in trouble for being young.