One day I was with my boys, my gang, when that punk came up to us to make the deal. His name was Jerome he was 22 and I wish I never had met the kid.
He was a thug as was I when the deal went bad. My partner in the gang ended up shooting and killing the kid. It was not as if that was unusual but, this time I was asked to get rid of the body. I was the one left with blood on my hands. I have a feeling the gang was ready to get rid of me too.
That is when I changed my identity and I became Jerome Martin. Sitting there dead, he looked somewhat lonely as if he were alone in life. I disposed of his body and kept his wallet. Continue reading Gang Life
Somewhere underneath the rage and hate, Steve must be a good man. At least I would like to think so. I find it so hard to think that a man could transform to something so hideous.
I still remember when we first met in the Mexican restaurant down town. This was after a blind date 3 months back. Steve struck me as someone with wit and a terrific sense of humor. And those traits do it for me more than physical features. I have never been a sucker for muscles or abs resembling sculpted stone. I have always been drawn to the human mind, like a moth to a flame and funny people. I believed that was where I would find my happiness. That was my own version of love. Continue reading After 2 Black Eyes, I Woke Up and Smelt the Coffee
We had to change the name of this guy, as revealing his identity on this blog could get him into serious trouble.
We met Timothy L. Lacey, 25 years old, born and raced in Detroit at local Starbucks.
Hi Timothy great to see you. How are you doing?
I am ok.
What happened that made you decide to sell drugs? Continue reading Interview with a drug seller