THE CRYING CHARRA BY BOOG RIP

 The Crying Charra is was a gift from my boy called "Boog".  I was introduce to Boog by another homie in East Dallas. We were all from the old East Dallas Hood bordering on the wild club area called Deep Ellum a few blocks from the doors of the biggest State Fair in Texas We all knew the streets very well. And the stories that came to life or death on them. The drugs, the gangs, the violence, the deaths of our dear homies and prison all were just a part of the day to day to us back then and it continues today.

When I met Boog for the first time he was in a seedy apartment out in the burbs called Mesquite. He was only 17 and when we walked in he was drawing, sketching, getting ready to ink a homie up. Boog looked Chicano and his art was definitely Chicano so I thought he was Chicano, but a couple years later I realized he was native American after all. He was a master artist, all by natural talent, it was just in his blood.  I can't draw anything, but I love the cultural story telling of the art from the dark and dirty side of the old East Dallas hood known as D-Town.

I was white and still am, but somehow I fit in with the good bad and ugly of the streets.  Boog was the best Chicano tattoo flash and tattoo artist I've ever known of thousands. RIP Boog. Art was his game to fame worldwide. He drew till the End when cancer took him out. When I signed the New York Licensing Deal with Changes of NY, licensees of Scarface, Godfather, Biggie, Tupac, etc it made Bajito Onda an Urban Legend like the others. I told Boog - Homie this is BIG!!!

 

And for him to create a Queen for Bajito Onda the world will know us for. 

After I pulled up to his now big fancy Mesquite Mansion of sorts his art talent had bought for him and his now wife and six adoring kids. Hw was a real family guy as well as unstoppable artist!! It was 3am when we pulled up and he jumped out and headed into his house. He turned around and reached back down and looked me square in the eye through the passenger side car window. He said, 

"Hey go get me some Chick Filet and then just wait here. I'll bring a drawing out to you." I made the food run and I snacked on some in the car while I waited and he ran out got his Chick Filet and ran back inside the house. Two hours later he came back out, and by now the big Texas sun was coming up, and I was half dozed off . He walked up, tossed it onto the seat and said, 'here."  I looked down at it and sure enough it was a knock out masterpiece! All I could say was 'Wow'!! She's gorgeous!! and in only two hours!! But you didn't even sign it and it's going to New York!! He laughed and said, "Everybody will know I'm the one who did it!" 

Boog was rare, he never went to prison, but he also wasn't a saint either. All of us came from the Streets of the Struggle like a family who helped each other and whose word was respectfully golden or you woke up dead. That was the real law.