ARMAGEDDON BLOG POST

One day, K-D, Pooman, and I was riding in a black car that I bought from a clucker, which was also driving, supplying the highs, and I had my beautiful 22 automatic that was a Smith Welson, shot about 15 times. The frame resembled a 9 mm. It was all crown with a brown handle with designs on it, and the clip was slightly see-through and had a button to release the clip with one in the hole.

I parked the car in front of a rival house and smoked weed, waiting for him to come out, come home or catch one of his homies walking around because he lived in the heart of their stumping grounds. It was late night, and I was on a mission as well as everybody else. Somebody called the police and the police knocked on the window. Which we didn't see because the windows were foggy. I put the strap under the seat and got out when it was my burn. The police lined us up on the car and searched the car.

When he found the strap, he tried to cuff K-D because he was the oldest looking, I guess. But K-D pushed him, and the police officer almost fell on his ass. Hold up, ha ha ha—right, the police officer came back minutes later, saying he was too fast. One of the police officers told me like my gun because it was so beautiful. That's the first time I heard a police officer say he was gonna keep the gun for a spare and personal values. Ain't that a bitch.

One day, me and LD was on the yard in JCCC. I guess he got into a minor conflict and, since he knew I kept a knife in my shoe, he pulled up on me, asking if I had it on me and that he needed it once I told him yeah. I told him, "Let's walk somewhere less exposed." And he was like, "Naw, that's alright." I think he was just testing my loyalty and assistance level. Said if the family say they need assist, I got 'em.

One day, I was walking around with a 20 gage that also shot a 22 in my leg. I went on Gilmore, the Gilmore Squad was about ten deep and I told the man I got this 20 gage in my leg. I'm tired of getting caught with guns. Man, let me know if y'all see the police, unmarked cars or detectives. They was like, alright. Next thing you know, an unmarked police car snuck up on us, hopped out, and searched everybody but me. It was too late to run, and I thought they was just going to ask questions. Soon they left. I put that deal under the dog porch and blew a lil bit.

One day, I was walking in the hood with my sawed off gage. I entered the block and saw Lil Ant and Cradell standing by a vacon house. I pulled it saying where them cats at. They said aw man, you tripping, and left me out there by myself. So I went to the neighborhood street and chilled.

For the blue beret Wymin, Blue Divine is beautiful. Ladies united everywhere.

Even though I had a gang of cars in 1996, I was 16 years old, passing out free and non-free 50516's, 8 balls, 16s, half ounces of crack, ounces of weed for 80 bucks, and buying car speakers, etc. Getting everybody high, buying people clothing, gold teeth, etc. from Riverview to Beacon to Trush. I had a black Revie that the police eventually tricked me out of. The motor was so tight. He straight up told me he got to have my car for a personal. Juice brand new, so hat was still in it. I had some tens in it and had about 4 dope and money for stack houses. Keshia licked me in my ear that year.

Doobie, Lil Ant and them was in a dope house I had took over when me and Shrod (Sharod) got down because I wouldn't let him hit my blunt. After that we got real jam. I used to give people 7 for 50, 12 for a 100 in a city that mostly gives you 4 for 50 and 8 for 100 on the crack side. My Long Beach representatives also Family DD, Shaun. Me and DD used to patrol the Rdials side with pistols.

One day Red stopped a killing I was about to do because it wasn't the ones ganked, which I was gonna do it for Red because he was family. One day, Pookie and Calvin, Lil Brother, brought a homie form another hood on my street, and I came outside with a gage in my hand, broad daylight, and tossed it in the grass to put security on us and to show them how I do on the other neighborhood street. Clip was out to their sista too, bay bay.

Kevin, Chriss, and Ray Ray, homies off the Rose Street and all other homies. Big Al, etc. myself. Weedy, Tish, Dad, lot of people don't know that I am an original gangbanger in Saint Louis. 3 clip out to Latino sistas, Indians, etc.