Growing Up Gotti in the OC

I don't know why many more people do not know about the Persian Mafia's that spring up among Persian boys of my generation. It is a fascinating sub-culture that really deserves a lot more documentation and attention. Growing up in the Bay (yeeeeeeeee!) I didn't get a chance to be involved in this. I really missed out on being thugged out and it makes me sad.

While I was going to the free salsa class at La Pena (sike!!! never did that shit paleeze), the boys and girls of the OC were rolling around 20 deep, all in black, in fleets of Beemers and S-class autos. I was lookin thirsty, taking the AC Transit home, or driving a 1991 Ford Taurus that occaisonally shut off at intersections. I totally missed out on being rich and tight. And I thinking back, I didn't have this huge army of Persian friends to 'have my back'. I guess I always wanted this ridiculous but fun pack of people to start fights with, roll around on the weekends with, and just sort of consistently dress in all black and try to pass for Italian with. Sigh...while these cool kids were wearing cufflinks and aftershave, I was wearing Gap puffcoats and Airmax. Not fair, right??!

Here is a picture I confiscated from Navid. He is a reformed P-Unit member, and while he did not authorize permission to use this high school photo, I cannot resist. It is soooo funny! And its really, the poster-image of high school Persian mafia mentality, sensability, and fashion. It is amazing, thanks Navid for your contribution to the cause! (The cause=my amusement)