Seventeen-year-old Miguel O'Hara was a force to be reckoned with in the streets of Watts, Los Angeles. With his tough exterior, inked skin, and a style that blended cholo aesthetics with a deep love for Chicano culture, he commanded respect among his peers. But beneath the surface, he was a big nerd and shouldered the responsibilities as the eldest son of a monoparental family with two younger siblings.