You cant stay away ;)
Oh, I dunno, EE: one can only take so many beatings before they realize that if they go on that block or down that street one more time, they might actually end up dead. Even if there are ones they love still living on the block. Some learn to fight, true, and so stay. Those that get off on it (fighting) usually win the block... sometimes to the detriment of the other residents who also live on it. Others, while pretty good fighters, tend to just get tired of fighting - no one benefits and as the body gets older it takes longer to heal from the "wounds." They reason, why put oneself through that after reaching, say, 50 or so? At some point the person realizes they need to get out of the gang. This usually results when they realize that their loved ones can and WILL come see THEM (some actually want to get off the block, too!)... so why even keep walking down that street?
I was there a bit ago... but then heard about a tragedy... and so came back to the 'hood to pay my respects. Did I expect a warm greeting? Yes, of course, and I got that. From many. I also expected some of the old rivals on the block to come out, as well... and throw their usual sticks and rocks... and got that, too. And I have to admit, though, that while I derived some small measure of satisfaction (because my expectations were validated)... I experienced much greater sadness... knowing that some of the "homies" hadn't matured any more past where they were went I left the 'hood. Still hangin' out on the same corner... still listenin' to Motown oldies... still smokin' the same ol' stuff and talkin' the same ol' smack.
And so, just for posterity's sake... I thought I'd indulge them (and myself) a bit while I was here. But as with almost any return to the place where one "grew up"... after a couple/few days/weeks... you're ready to go back home, where home is NOW, to your own "bed." Sometimes, you even can't wait to get there. But before you do, good manners says you take a moment and exchange a few words with your old "homies." Play the dozens, shoot some dice, cuss someone out for knockin' over your fo'ty and cheatin'...
You know, so they don't think YOU think you're better'n them or anything... just 'cause you moved out of the 'hood 'n all.
Nohmsayin'?
Peace!
A slave of Christ,
SA