Since I was nine my parent and I lived in a wicked
neighborhood. There were killing almost every day, drugs, and drug dealer everywhere. My parents and I ventrally got caught up with the drug game and became the highest drug lord in the neighborhood. So, I started delivering drugs all over other neighborhood, my route was up brave boy hill and through a dark alley just to accomplish my mission which was to deliver a brick of drugs every two weeks to a car garage on top of bigspliff hill. After completing my mission, I would head right back home to giving my dad the payment that I had collected form the boss who was called Lipton in the garage. when he had completed counting the money, he had call me out form my room and said to me that am missing money form the deliver that you made today, and I said to him that I didn’t take any money form it so I guess that he didn’t give me as mush as he should. My dad decided to visit Lipton, as we reached on top of bigspliff hill my dad told me to stay in car. While I was patiently waiting, I heard that they were arguing and all of a sudden, I heard two shots ringed out, so I got out for the car very franticly and went in the garage and saw my dad on the bleeding too his death, so I immediately turn around and ran back to call my mother with the other boys to go kill Lipton , as we were all ready to go pay him a visit. I sat there and think intently on how I want to live my life. To be honest I never dreamed in being in this place right now. It was that time, I then noticed I was going down the wrong road which would leave to destruction. It was then I said to myself that I am not going back up there, and I would not follow in my parent’s footsteps. In which the choice that I made had saved my life in a big way.