I remember walkin down the street in my neighborhood going twards my favorite spot to eat,it was one of those places that gave you bread,salad,soup,butter and breadstiks before you even got the main dish.I come from a rough hood,but a small circle of irish,croation,polish and mexican melting pot surrounded by fierce ghetto surroundings in chicago.I heard a whistle and a ragged 79' malibu pulling up,and it was some guys i grew up with,who were pretty much up to things i was always lucky to stay out of but knew them from the hood.The driver was an old friend who i knew from down the street,and 2 guys who were cousins and big time drug dealers,but they were never scary to me cause they were just guys i grew up with,and where im from,we all stick tight.They asked me if i wanted a ride and i was like"sure!".The 2 cousins were fighting about something and i asked what was up.Juan,told me to chill and told the driver to pull over at the park up the street.I was getting a little nervous because the 2 cousins were fighting and got out of the car when we pulled over.****,i just wanted a bite to eat and now this drama bullshit was going on.Then i heard 6 pops and a splash of blood hitting the window of the passengers window.One cousin got back in the car,and one did'nt.He said drive and had a gun in his hand,i knew what happened.He said so relaxed"you know how **** goes sometimes",and nobody said a word.It's kinda like it's understood that nobody would say anything,cause of how we were raised,a hidden law,and we didnt..Weeks passed and the Chicago police scooped up all of us that were there that day,and we went to jail for conspirisy to murder.Half a million bond and thats fifty thousand at 10 percent!I dont have that kind of flow,and im not telling the cops anything cause i might as well leave town forever if i do.So i get processed into the system,and spend 5 months waiting for a court date.At first i got my ass whipped,and my food taken from the gangs untill i made a collect call to the gangbangers in my hood and then they took care of me.I got out after court finally came up and my record was clean because the shooter told them i was just at the wrong place,i was walking down the stairs of the jail when i was released,and a red malibu pulled up and i knew a couple of guys in it,and asked me if i wanted a ride home.I thought back to the time i got in a car with a couple guys i knew from the hood and landed me in jail.The guy in the passenger seat said he understood and handed me an envelope.I walked to popeys chicken on the corner and sat down after ordering my meal.I opened the envelope and there was $3,000 cash inside!I knew it was because i did 5 months without opening my mouth,but the grief,headlice,and shame....not to mention the loss of a friend whos life was taken and couldnt say anything was not worth it.I later found out it was because of a kilo of coke that the cousin skimmed $1,000 out of $15,000 but later learned he never took a cent,and he was was just too parinoid from sniffing the profit.I talked to him once in prison,and hes doin 25 to life.He's on suicide watch because he hates what he did to his cousin,but the one time i spoke with him on the phon,he said he was sorry he got me involved and said he found jesus.To this day,i havent spoken to anyone who was there,and i probably never will.This is a true story.
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