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Not a final draft but I wanted to get it out there. I do do my research and this is a lot of info I have come across over the years.
This is more of an intro its not suppose to be specific.
9 years ago today I was found dead in a forest with half my body burned to a crisp in the middle of a forest preserve in the south suburbs of Chicago, my family and majority of my friends wept over my grave and forgave me for what I have done. They didn't know exactly why it had happened and they couldn't tell you who I was but just broken up pieces of what they thought and what they heard through gossip. That day really did kill me and everything I was, I myself died inside but I and my body still roamed a beautiful part of the country that hid me from the rest of the world. I had to leave my home town because if I didn't I would have been dead or in jail and then dead and most of my family would have been brutally murdered. I got in a life which there is no escaping once you have made a commitment to go down that path. In retrospect it might have been a bad decision but it led me to a life of underground fortune and fame. Everybody knew my name but most people thought it was myth till they had crossed my path, I wasn't a violent person by nature but I had violent things done on my behalf. I sit here today packing my bags to go back. I truly hope the people that forced me to leave let me live back in what was once my town, and what hurts the most is that I must face the people that loved me most and thought I was dead and buried for the past nine years. It will hurt even worse if they can’t let me back into their lives because without them it wouldn't be my home town. I promised myself I wouldn't stay away more than double digits in years, and now I’m coming up on what is ten years. I’m honestly not sure if everybody I know is still alive I really don’t know if my parents are still alive. I know that staying out of contact with them was the hardest thing I ever had to do but it was the safest way and the only way. I know if I get back and the people who forced me to leave have went back on their promise there is going to be hell to pay. I’m coming back in peace but I hold great vengeance in my heart and what is done is in the past but I’m not afraid to go back on my word if people didn't stand tall on their end.
The moment I was forced to leave I had told my close friend, my right hand, and the only person I have truly known basically my whole life to distribute basically all of my money to the family with a note that explained a few things. I told him to write this down and to distribute the amounts I told him to distribute and what to give to whom, he didn't know what was happening but had an idea because he was so close to me. He said to me after this was all over. Will this be last time I hear from you? The only thing I replied back was “just take care of it you’re the only person who can”.
Well Lets start out by saying there is 2 ways to be addicted to drugs. One way is too be physically addicted to what it does to your body and mind. The second way is the money and the reputation it brings you, for me it was the second way but from my personal experience it’s much safer to be addicted the other way. I was 19 going on 20 and to my surprise I was making good money at my day job, enough to be able to move out and enough to be on my own with the ability to be able to invest and save money. The moving out is what got me in the most trouble if I would have stayed at home a couple more years my life would have been a lot different but because of my independent streak I was sentenced to a life of a weak moral code and already blessed with a small unforgiving conscience. This is how I became a drug dealer. It wasn't something I planned but it’s a life that has always pulled at me since high school, I was strong enough to resist dealing in school because I always had something to distract me. I was never into doing drugs it just didn't come to me as a suitable life choice it seemed drugs brought more bad problems then good times. But as soon as I saw people dealing and the money it brought them I was interested and after high school It sucked me in, it had to be the money I told myself it couldn't have been anything else. So by the time I got out of high school and after being at a miserable job for over a year the drugs sucked me in.
It started with a friend of mine not one of my best friends not a close friend just somebody that I hung out with here and there and somebody that I always talked shop with, we always bounced business idea’s off each other and most of the time they were illegitimate business plans more of a hustle or a scam type of thing. See I knew he dealt a little here and there but nothing big just something to keep him a little extra money on the side so he could have nice things but never anything on a big scale. He dealt cocaine and for those of you who don’t know cocaine is one of the worst drugs to start dealing its expensive people don’t fuck around and most of the people that deal cocaine were like the class valedictorians of the weed dealers. Majority of the people that deal cocaine get there start with something smaller like weed and move up the line. The reason for this is cocaine is expensive to deal, a kilo of cocaine will run you about $20,000. Also another issue is cocaine will also get you a lot more jail time then weed. Think about it this way, weed gets college kids high and cocaine will make a junkie kill somebody over a vile of coke so you can see why the government is a little harsher on the punishments for this drug. So basically people that can’t save up enough money to deal coke or aren't able to have a pair of balls generally aren't great candidates for dealing coke. For me neither of these are an issue I’m good with money and have always had big pair of balls not to mention I’m not a moron either. These 3 things didn't help me to resist dealing coke. See my breaking point was this it costs $20k for a kilo and if you break it down and sell it by the gram you can turn your $20k into about $49,000. After I realized this and had the money to start it was an easy decision. Like I said it all started with a friend.