There’s a good documentary on Netflix about prisons for profit

Prisons are like hotels

DA’s are like Expedia eager to fill them up

Ok I’ll bite since I have a story

1992, I was 14 at a house party. A guy at this party had been fronted a $160 bag of dope from another guy we knew (a hot headed drug dealer gang member)

Well a few weeks had passed and the bag of dope was never repaid. Drug dealer can’t let this slide and threatens to shoot up our party. So our other buddy who lived nearby went home and got his dads .22lr bolt action and hid in the bush (I actually just referenced this in the first verse of “my tomato has a nose”)

Sure enough drug dealer pulls up with his brother and a couple friends in a white cutlass, hops out and begins wildly shooting at the house, friend in Bush puts 1 round into him and he crumples to the ground like one of those stick figure children’s toys that collapse when you squeeze the base. His brother goes for the gun and friend in Bush shoots him in the scrotum relieving him of one testicle, then another friend goes for the gun and gets a round in his arm. The 4th smart friend stays in the car (more on him later)

So now they manage to drag the drug dealer to the cutlass and sped off. We heard later that they pulled off down the road where he died In a ditch.

20 minutes later all hell breaks loose, entire police force comes screaming in, swat rolls in, a freaking helicopter lands in the adjacent field and we all have to walk from the house backwards, hands up with like 80 laser beams trained on us to the sound of the swat member on the megaphone (this was a semi rural property)

So we all get hauled in to the station. Now my dad was an active officer at the time so it was kind of awkward walking past all the guys who were normally in my backyard for weekend BBQ’s on my way to homicide. Once I was in the first 48 white room I got the grilling of a lifetime, every single shit and piss I did that day and what time I did them. Finally, it was determined self defense in our favor and everyone went home.

Sooo...couple years later my dad brings home this gang awareness vhs tape he was using in one of his gang prevention classes at some school. I thought what the heck and popped it in one day while I was rolling a joint and about shit when there was actual footage of the white cutlass, with the 4th friend who was in the car staring and his dead friend under a white sheet

I still have this vhs tape hosted by James earl Jones

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Who knows...military, olympics, alcoholism?

As far as that day, everyone went home.