I was talking to cam and he was telling me about the hood he grew up in and his friends in prison. He talks to me like  I have no idea being from a poor neighborhood. All we used to do was sell weed, X, pills when we were kids, the bands would jam in the trailer(the jam house) and we would buy Old E buy the case, sky vodka with puckers apple stuff for apple tinis, lol those sound so gay. Later on Meth entered the neighborhood. I was moving it for this old biker type guy in the neighborhood and some people found out and he thought I was a snitch soon after that I was ran out of the neighborhood and even followed in houston untill I left for SA to my aunts house. One of my old associates ended up in prison for 4 years for dating a 17 year old, his brother was locked up for 6 for armed robbery, Goon died from OCs and liqour, arron was put away for armed robbery, got out and was sent backover parole violations. Randy was ran out of the hood once he did 2-3 balls of ice from my old suppliers place and had no money for him once he got back. Blunt master he always had atleast a pound at his pad. We where not hardcore bangers we were just punks hustlin making a buck and partying. That was a long time ago and Im glad it isn't like that anymore. Back when. The mexicans that moved in and were acting crazy and elling dope, they got their house burnt down by some of the neighbors , I wasn't there but we all knew what really happened. Lol it was fun times.