I love how incredible you are!

I loved being with that dark side of life. Drug dealers, bank robbers, murderers the whole underground. I admit that I could never live up to their expectations, but I was given a front row seat as a spectator. They all came from the housing projects. The slums you see in movies that romanticise a single saviors strength grown from a pile, while the pile still remains. Except there was no slum here. This was a prison. Decorated with glossy yellow railings,bright red pipes, cerulean blue doors, white walls, and a surreal checkered floor. It was as if my imagination created a playground for me before my arrival. Nothing made sense anymore, and my beliefs shattered like glass and melted into the distortion of reflection. Presos. Everyday I lived with them. It wasnt like school where you could be absent.You had no choice, but to be alone with a hundred other guys. I saw and understood how incredible they were.Their memories were filled with images of corpses that you would see in horror flicks. Their stories were a 1950's comic book lovers fantasy. Sleeping with bulletproof vests and AK47's. Driving with their 9mm and 4 clips, instead of thier wife and kids. Lucky to be alive at 25, while their best friend died at 10. Half his face blown off. Over 100 friends murdered, and this they compare to drinking a glass of water. I remember moving around from city to city as a kid, and losing all my friends, except I know they lived to finish their lives. In comparison to their lives being finished by a spray of gunfire. As a criminal I know I was only a bench player in this drug war. Myspace Contact Tables Myspace Layouts + Myspace Graphics