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Kapitel 2.

We moved in to a new flat in the next block. It was a nice place newly renovated by a friend to my mum that lived there before us. I liked him and his family. He used to be a UN soldier and a security guard. I did Karate at this time and he used to do karate too so we practised sometimes. He told me stories about his wild nights out and people he knocked out with bottles. Sometimes the people he beat up were from the social class that made my life less good so he became a bit of a hero for me. They also had money, only cos he was working doing business. His wife was fit and they had a Doberman that liked me. I watched the dog a lot and we spent a lot of time with them. It was a good time. Then they moved and we moved in to their flat in house number 32. Later he lost the kid and girlfriend to alcohol, the usual stuff.

Life in house number 17 would turn out to be comparatively brilliant to life in number 32. My best friend Dan lived in the tower block on the next street. We grew up together from before I can remember and spent all the time together. When we were about 8 his mum moved to Gothenburg (gbg). His mum, long-term friend to my mum, was a heroin addict but she had a stable boyfriend and not too much violent incidences in her home. She also managed to keep a job. But occasionally she flipped out running about screaming and shouting. Her son was a wild one. I was quite quiet and reserved. But he was full of energy and wanted to be heard. He was born on my predicted birthday and I was born 3weeks late on his predicted birthday. He had an older brother that lived with their dad in Gothenburg. When they moved my life was quite empty. My mum and me visited them frequently but it would end in a huge argument and my mum stopped visiting them. I kept going to gbg quite frequently I got interested in martial arts there as all the kids I was hanging out with trained some sort of martial art and it was for the purpose of beating ppl up and fight in general. A few years later I had established a group of friends there and at this time we also carried weapons, knifes, teargas, telescope batons and nunchuks, the gang, my friends, had already started hanging out in parks beating up gay men or ppl they thought were gay at least, and committees a few robberies. My first visit to the park with them was intended to rob and harm someone with the motive that he was going to be gay. I hade a knife that you pushed the blade out from the handle. One of the guys liked it and asked if he could carry it and I took his telescope baton as a trade for the evening. We all were clothes suitable for kicking and fighting and running and we were all warmed up and stretched so we could kick ppl in the head. After about 20 min looking for a victim we got stopped by the police, a van with 5 officers. The guy who carried my knife got arrested, they confiscated the rest of the weapons and I got a warning that if they saw me in gbg again I would be arrested. By this time I had a girlfriend in gbg so I visited almost every weekend. But the intention to rob and fight ppl slowly turned to burglary and vandalism instead. Every weekend we tried to break in some where or steel some thing. Mostly cigarettes and things that could be sold easily. The last few times I visited gbg the focus had turned to drugs. I was not interested in taking drugs at this time as I had started training Tae KwonDo (tkd) in Karlstad and it was going well. However I brought with me from gbg the drive and ideas of crime and burglary. For a few years it was a fine line between committing crimes and taking that rout on a more serious level and training tkd and trying to get an education. I think thanks to the tkd club and some of its members I managed to stay away from major problems. I was involved in some gang activity causing some issues in the city doing some burglary, steeling things and keeping stolen gods but at the same time social services had their eyes on me and I believe that they really did care at this stage. Their unit was called the youth unit and some of the staff there was really good to me.. some were proper arseholes and pushed me in to vandalism and threats to premises and staff. One member of staff fell in love with me and when she couldn’t see me any more she was crying. All I was thinking then was what the fuck are you insane woman?? I was in the process of getting a gun then and I managed to get a replica that I was going to use to rob and scare the shit out of some one. All I really wanted to do was to put the gun in some knobs face and make him piss him self the money would only be a bonus. That summer the violence in Karlstad vas incredible… every weekend there was fights and ppl bleeding on every street and that is no exaggeration. And biker gangs got involved and skinheads from whole Europe came to Karlstad to cause problems and to fight.

I was standing next to my mate who threw a brick at one biker members face. Only minutes before I tried to kick him in the head but he pulled a blade in my face so I had to retreat The problem with that was that that gang wanted to be part of hells angels so they had to do something about that situation. One of my friends ended up with a shotgun in his face and I had two of them making it clear to me, with ppl around, that we should back the fuck off. I think that I got away with a warning cos of my surname. My mum knew all the bikers and my sister (non biological) knew ppl from another big respected mc gang. I don’t know for sure that my family reputation saved my arse but it sure seem like it as my friends had weapons pulled at them.

to be continued

author, the eldest son of former criminal