Man, I can't say enough about the trials, tribulations, dangers and death that lurk in the streets. Forty five years strong and I tell you, if it wasn't for the mercy of God, I wouldn't be here today. Let's see, I've been jacked(mugged) three times, twice by gun, once by knife, but even beyond that, I live in the 'hood and deal with shady people day in and day out. Thing is, people out here in AZ don't know how to take me because I'm not from here, I don't act like the people out here and I don't exude fear. That being said, hood folks out here have classified me as police. Imagine that. That's cool though, 'cuz that tells me they're afraid of me for whatever reason.
Anyways, the life of drugs, hangin' and bangin', and bullsh*ttin' ain't about nothin'. The best day I ever had high has never been better than the worst day I've ever had sober. That's because being high on drugs ALWAYS led to misery, ALWAYS! Why would someone intentionally make themselves miserable? That's the question one should ask. I tell you from experience that I really don't know why I did it to myself. I've got a great life, very blessed, yet my nature is to run in these streets, indulging my flesh and doin' what the f*ck I want to do. A very sordid ordeal I must say.
So, even though I have no complaints, I can't say I'm universally happy. One thing about drug use is, it clouds the mind, it slows one down, killing dreams. Though I haven't used in awhile, I still experience the lifestyle as I see it almost everywhere I go. My neighbors use drugs, there's trap houses everywhere. There's two methadone clinics within a mile radius, so there are a lot of heroin addicts using dog food at the parks my kids play at. There's also a huge homeless community that also lives nearby and there are a lot of mentally ill people that walk the streets. Crazy bro, but that's a snapshot of what I see today!
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