I had just arrived at Los Santos with my parents after moving out of Mexico. Mexico was my hometown, the food and the people were great. However, crime was a huge thing in Mexico especially in the neighborhood that I was in. My parents thought it would be best if we moved out, to try and find a better life away from the crime. After moving to Los Santos my parents moved into a small ranch up north. They were getting older and didn't really care what I had to do to make a living. As long as I was okay they were okay. So I went to my older brother who was actually living in the city of Los Santos. My older brother had lived in the city for a while so I stayed at his place for most of the time until I could figure things out and get my life together. During the time I stayed with him, he taught me everything about the city, who to hang with and who not to hang with. He worked as a mechanic and was a good role model, but I never really got to see him much so I did my own thing while he was at work. I worked a ton of jobs like farming, go postal, and even mining to get myself a decent amount of cash flowing in. I met a lot of people along the way to start off some of my jobs. After I got a sufficient amount of cash I bought my self my first bike which was a Daemon. I enjoyed doing all the jobs but I was left with little to no money afterwards and I knew I had to figure out a better and faster way to make money so I looked to the streets for it.
One day during the winter late at night I walked out of the bank to my bike after taking out some money. I noticed a lot of blue cars and people dressed in blue. I noticed quickly that they were a gang, thanks to my brother's knowledge. They were called Los Zetas from what my brother told me. I entered the Z-Store and bought a drink and some food and ate it right outside the store. There were tons of people in blue all conversing. I noticed one person in blue who was sitting down by the fruit stand and I told him with confidence that I wanted to join Los Zetas. I later realized that the man I spoke to would be a friend forever. Skinny was his name or at least that's what everyone called him. Skinny gave me a recruiters number and I saved it on my phone. The recruiters name I saved on my phone was called Toby Everett a great friend and an awesome recruiter. Before I talked to Toby though I had to talk to Benjamin Specht who was also a recruiter, he would ask me many questions that I had to answer honestly. I was nervous at first not knowing what he was going to ask me but after we were done talking he hung out with me and asked me If I wanted to go and check labs with him. I hopped in Benjamin's car and we started off the day, robbing people, escaping cops, and getting into shootouts. I started off most of my days with either Benjamin or Toby teaching me everything I needed to know when it came to the streets, drug labs, and chop shops. At that point my pre-prospect phase had begun.
Most of the time if Ben or Toby were asleep, I would spend my time hanging out with Skinny. Skinny always taught me how to do things right. Skinny invited me one night to work at the bar during an event at the Tavern while I was still a pre-prospect and it was a great moment for me. I got to meet a lot of people within the gang. I talked to Skinny a lot that day, he hooked me up with money after the event at the Tavern was over. I respected Skinny a lot. I didn't have a car at the time so I was mainly in his car when it came to anything like going to shootouts, drug labs, even chases. One day early in the morning I went down to the Z-Store and met up with Skinny. He asked me what kind of vehicle I had. I told him I had a bike which was currently the Daemon. He then told me to hop in his car and we went to Bayview and he handed me the papers to a Gargoyle. I was really excited because this meant that I could keep up in chases, and get to shootouts, and back up calls quicker then ever before. I was happy and thanked him a ton. Shortly after he handed me the gargoyle I met up with Toby. Toby told me to get in his car and took me down to the clothing store, and said to put some blue on. I was welcomed into the gang that day and I was the happiest person alive. The day just kept getting better and better. After learning the ropes and familiarizing my self around the city I began to make even more money through drug labs and chopping cars. I bought my self an apartment and moved out of my brother's place. He was happy for me but at the same time worried about what I was getting myself into. I told him I would be okay, and he took my word for it. My parents had no idea what I was up to. I told them I was still a miner over the phone and they believed me. With that being said I continued on my life and my family continued on there life. During my time in Los Zetas I quickly developed a few skills on chases like my cardinal directions for instance. I went to multiple callout trainings to enhance those skills. Practice makes perfect my brother used to tell me. I remembered that sentence most of my time within Los Zetas. I started to really get used to my Gargoyle. I was hitting high speeds on the highway that I thought I could never hit. Being on the Gargoyle gave me confidence during chases. Yes the Gargoyle may not be the best bike when it came to driving around in the city, but I can assure you no one was getting away from me on the highway while I was on my Gargoyle.
As my time continued as a Zeta I had made many friendships. It was great knowing the people around you had your back. After getting to know numerous amounts of people amongst allies we hung out and took over labs making tons of money each day. The more money we made the more bigger the cut. It was great and very addicting. All that hard work actually payed off in the end though. We were able to buy whatever we wanted. Getting a huge cut brought a smile to everyone's faces. To keep that up we would do it continuously day after day with a couple groups of Zetas holding down labs and making drugs and helping each other out if needed. It was my first real family, and I was proud to be apart of it. Everything we did was done together with Jay Gamble our leader, and the rest of high command leading the way.
As time continued we had to take care of business. A war was announced between the Council which was us against The West Coast Assassins which we fought for about a couple of weeks or so. With the Council being as strong a unit as ever it was quite obvious that we were going to be victorious. I was ready to do whatever it took to fight for my people. I bought many guns and ammunition in preparation for the war. Most of the time we would hold down Grove Street where The West Coast Assassins mainly hung out. However there were little to no encounters during the late afternoons. To counter that we decided to wake up early in the mornings to fight The West Coast Assassins in which led to our victory as time went on.
After the war and everything settling down I woke up one morning and received a message saying that Los Zetas has disbanded. After hearing that it was like a piece of me was gone. Even with hearing that I respected there decision and said my goodbyes which was very hard to do. Los Zetas will always be in my heart. If it weren't for Los Zetas I wouldn't have gotten as far in the city, nor would I have learned so many things. This was my first gang I've ever been apart of and they showed me how to be confident, smart, and brave. I picked up a lot of things within my time of being a Zeta, and it's something that I could never forget about. I didn't know exactly what to do at that point when I heard about Los Zetas disbanding. I kept thinking about it day after day. I really couldn't even believe it was happening and I read the message over and over again. From that day on I knew I had to get myself together. That's what I kept telling my self to get my self together. The thing is I didn't really know which direction I was headed toward. Most of the people I knew went into other gangs and I fully respected that. I just wanted to do my own thing for a while. So I decided to stay on frequencies and help out with any shootouts, chases, and anything that could keep my mind busy.
Weeks had gone by and I ran into one of my friend's Sully Adams during a chase that day. Sully was once a Zeta as well, but he was now an Azteca. I told him I was unsure of what I wanted to do and he told me that I should join Los Aztecas. They were recruiting at the time so I figured it would be a good idea to get back into criminal activities. I told Sully that I was interested and he gave me Alicia Rodriguez's number a higher up in Los Aztecas. I sent her a text telling her that I would be interested in joining. Alicia called me over and wanted me at there HQ in paleto and I went over there. Alicia and I talked and she had me hang around and by the next day I was in Los Aztecas. That very next day I was told to introduce myself and get used to the HQ that we had. I put on the vato shirt and mask and it felt good to be apart of a new family. I got to meet everyone and every single person there was very nice, and it felt like family. I have a lot of respect towards Los Aztecas most of them are Hispanic as well so it felt like home right away.
A couple of weeks into Los Aztecas I started to get more comfortable. I helped out with drops, chases, and shootouts. I felt like I found my self again, or at least that's what I thought. The people in Los Aztecas are amazing and I was able to call them family and they always will be family. Los Aztecas have a special place in my heart. When there was a problem we talked about it and figuered it out. Being an Azteca was an honor. However I still felt lost. One day I was walking home and I received a call that Dray Wrzosek an Ex-Zeta who was now in Gangster Disciples wanted to talk to me. So we talked and we caught up with each other. Dray offered me a spot in GD, which would mean that I would mainly be back with most of the Ex-Zetas. I told him I would think about it. I thought about it all night and I gave him my answer in the morning. I talked to Alicia that morning and I told her how I was feeling and that I talked to Dray about joining GD and that I should probably leave and try to find my self once again. She understood I was going through a tough time, and she respected that. Alicia gave me a hug that day and wished me the best of luck, and told me that she would save my vato shirt and mask. I smiled back at her. I was sad about it but I knew what I was doing had to be done. I left that day in Dray's car.
As I left with Dray that morning Dray took me to a clothing store and I got into my GD pants. I was welcomed by him, Ricky, Reece and Oti that day. I was excited to see my guys as its been so long since the Zetas disbanded. It was going to be a fresh start but I was willing to do whatever it took. Ricky talked to me that day along with Oti and asked me if I was ready for whatever was to come. I told him that I am ready and that I will be putting in the work day in and day out. Most of the members consisted of the high command in Los Zetas. Which also meant that most of them knew how to prepare for any situation because of the leadership they had. Gangster Disciples were in great hands. Not only was I excited to see my friends that I haven't seen in a while I was also excited to start a new chapter of my life in GD. With that being said this was only the start of something amazing, and I could feel it.
