The Halkias Brothers [PATREON PREVIEW]
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Well, in Southeast, in our middle school, the kids formed a gang called Dipset. Dipset, yeah.

And they used to like bank people in the corner of the gym. They used to just beat the shit out of them. They would just find a random kid and whoop his ass. And so they would just start fucking like, you know, like crib walking. Like, Dipset, bitch. They would just start fucking beating the shit out of a kid. And I was like, Dipset, what the fuck? And then our friends were like, oh, that's like a rap group. Dipset. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Looked it up. We're like, this music is fucking awesome. So you found out about Dipset through the gang.

Did you have any run-ins with Dipset the gang? Yeah, we did. They were food. We ate them up. Dude, Southeast was baby prison. It was baby prison. I'm not even fucking kidding. We used to get in fights and shit. The best part is that was the second best...

Middle school. No, maybe the third or fourth. Ingenuity Project, yeah. It's so funny because I tested into the actually good one. And my middle school experience is like, it was like a bunch of rich kids. The worst behaved kids were the rich kids that got kicked out of their private schools for doing cocaine at 11. Those were the pieces. And you guys had like, and there was like a couple kids that were like, but even our kids were not. So many Southeast stories. We were in like the smart kid class.

And then we had this nice privately funded back room. Yeah, yeah, yeah. The tables and chairs were nice. And everyone else, the rest of the school just looked like gen pop, like cardboard walls and shit. You could punch holes through them. It was terrible. And there was space between the wall and the ceiling. They're like cubicles, basically. One time our English teacher was sick, so we had to spend the day with some normal teacher.

And someone threw a used condom over the fucking space. And it just landed on the floor. Some, like, seventh grader. That was the first time I saw a condom. And I was like, what the fuck is that? Like, these kids are fucking in sixth and seventh grade. Like, it was wild. It was all dip set. It was just getting pussy, dude. And I think... So then they finally let us...

We played tackle football in like hardwood gym floors. Like that's how you got respect in Southeast. Like if you weren't a pussy, you would play in the gym tackle football. And so it was like ingenuity. They were like, let's kick these nerds' asses in football. And I was just obliterating kids. Just like fucking headhunting.

hunting and like headbutting kids and they started calling me like baby Urlacher and they all started loving me so I started getting like gaining respect with like the normal kids and stuff and I was like the middle man so anytime they're like just letting you know we're gonna beat the shit out of your friend after school laughing

And so they would come to me. Like, I was like the fucking, I ran. It was like politics. Like, click politics and shit. It was the fucking baby prison politics. And so I would go over to my friend. I'd be like, hey, do you have a ride after school today, Scream? I'd be like, don't get on the bus. And I'll tell him, like, you're going to get fucking killed after school.

God damn, that's so fucking funny, dude. I distinctly remember one time he was talking mad shit to this kid, this scary kid. Some kids were honestly terrifying. I think it may have been. He was 16 years old in the seventh grade. He was like six feet tall in middle school. Windmills and shit. Throwing the ball off the backboard. And just fucking dunking it, dude. Like a grown ass. I was talking shit.

And this kid, for everyone at home, was like... He was probably like 5'4". And middle school. And like pudgy and like... Yeah. Come from a Greek family where it's like all this fake... He was like the runt of all his cousins. And they were like bigger and more successful and like getting pussy and athletic. So he just thought...

bravado is how you got respect. Yeah. They never really beat him up that bad in his family. Even in Greek town, it's like we would fuck each other up a little bit, but it would be like you would punch one kid bad, he would fall and be like, I beat you in the fight. Yeah. So he never really experienced like true consequences from like that middle school. He didn't until he did. So one time,

I was talking a bunch of shit. He challenged that on one-on-one. And I was just, you know, dismantling him. And then actually crosses him up. Oh, wow. And fucking sinks a three. Wow. And he's like, fuck you, bitch. Like, just starts like, he's like, yeah, what's up? And then it was like getting ready to like fucking kill him. I was like, oh. And I stepped in. And then we had to negotiate his punishment. That's it. So I was like.

Chill, chill, chill, chill. And so then the leader of Dipset would come up and it was like this little tiny motherfucker with like the raggiest fucking cornrows. And he'd be like, all right, we need to talk about this basically. And I was like, all right, like what would be fair basically? Like he got hot-headed, you know. And he said...

It was like, I get to put him in like a chokehold for 10 seconds. And I was like, seven. And he was like, eight. And then I was like, okay, but you have to do it when I'm there. So basically, it's lunchtime. I think I remember this story now. It's lunchtime and we're sitting down and eating a sandwich. And I know it's going to happen. But it doesn't.

That was the agreement. That was the agreement because I still had to earn their trust. I still had to because if I would have tipped off, they would have known and I would have lost that power. Your integrity. The safety of my game. Yeah, yeah, yeah. And so eating a sandwich.

Just like comes fucking walking, barreling down. And he always wore like a tank top. He always had a beater on. Fucking jacked, tatted up. In school, that's it. Seventh grade. Seventh grade. And your school had a uniform. You had to wear a blue polo. Yeah, yeah. And by the way, the cafeteria is packed. Like shoulder to shoulder. And he just fucking snatches his neck. And he's like... Just like really squeezing. And he has like crumbly flames. Like...

And then I'm like, one, two, three. He's like counting the chokehold. And I'm like, all right, let him go. Let him go. Let him go. And he finally let him go. I was like, what the fuck? What the fuck? I was like, I'm sorry, dude. It was the only way. Like, trust me, they wanted to fucking kill you. That place is fucked up now that I think about it.