Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying

I have a cousin named Danielle, everybody calls her Danny. As a child she was a little blue eyed blonde angel who was really satan in disguise. She was always bad. In first grade she used to climb out the window at school and walk home in the middle of the day, you know to do "hoodrat stuff with her friends" a la Letarian Milton (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcqOgnQyXp4). In junior high, when she lived in Cali she used to hang around some crazy cholas, and they gave her the nickname "Guerra", which means white girl. She used to carry it on a keychain proudly, while making out with boys who wore their socks pulled up to their knees and tattooed tear drops on their eyes. She's only half white. By the time she moved to Raleigh at 15 she had graduated from her eses to 30 yr old coke king pins. I was always amazed that this 10th grader had more diamond rings and necklaces than any woman I knew. She tried to out ghetto everyone, always telling me "I'm black, I'm black." Her parents lived in the suburbs, and her sister played tennis. She once broke three girls noses who tried to jump her sister. She threatened to kill me after a perceived slight. Later she dozed off in her chair with a cigarette burning down to ends between her fingers. When she woke she had forgotten all about it. At 18 she was being taken on "trips", throwing Newport 100s over prison walls to some guy named Killer Mike from the Bronx, and generally causing mayhem wherever she went. Danny is a long line of wild beautiful women in my family. There was my mom's cousin Lana who was a kept woman by some famous dj in New York. He and his wife lived on the top floor and he got Lana the penthouse. She told her mother all her fur coats came from working at JC Penney. Now she's married to this Sicilian from Baltimore who bought her a house with a helicopter pad. His dad got deported to Italy by the FBI, and in his house there's a safe room upstairs, which he told me "an israeli rocket launcher couldn't fucking get through." He's a construction contractor. ...he says. My mother once dated Eldridge Cleaver, and later she flipped her car on her way to Folsom to see her boyfriend who was a "political prisoner". It was the 70s in the Bay area. Then there's Danny's grandmother Marian. She married the same man twice, the second time after shooting up his house with a rifle, she was from Texas. I have my tales too, but will leave that for another day. Seems like all the women in my family get involved in some shady shit with men. But the thing is everyone grew out of their wild days. Except my Danny. That shit really took hold of her and she can't let go. I guess she's a real OG now.