Thinking in my room smoking and drinking. Looking out my window the sun is still down. I wanted to write a story but couldn't. I usually think about my aunt Katie at this time. She passed away but left me with love. No matter how long she has been gone her voice remains in my head. Soft voice that made a man like me feel loved. I thank her for that, cause it was my only want in life. There is so many ways a man can go wrong. She didn't care of the things I've done. She seen I cared for her sister my mother with all my heart. I try my best to be a good son. There is some nights when prison is only inches away. Larry always escapes the four wall small cell.
Even when trying my best to not do wrong mistakes are still made. The struggle of not having shit sticks with a man. I'm a man of many hustles. When you are young growing up in the ghetto learning hustles is school. While kids from the suburbs we're learning algebra. I was learning that crushed spark plug pieces shattered car windows silently. That some models of cars are easily stolen. My friends are all gone now. I grow up with kids that didn't give a fuck about being locked up. The only thing that mattered was a color.
Hustling up money getting high in abandon cars was our baseball practice. We didn't do what normal kids did. My friend Oscar was like a brother. No matter the shit we got into we always found away to laugh. We got chased by a man in a truck once. We broke into his business. He followed us through the train tracks screaming at the top of his lungs. He tried running my friend Oscar over. He got his truck stuck on the tracks. We both began busting his windows out. He ran out of the truck with his phone. We trashed his truck. After this happened we hide out in this abandon house. We smoked a joint and laughed about the whole thing. That's the normal shit kids growing up in my neighborhood did.
I still sit here in 2013 and think about my childhood.
I don't regret my past.
The End
Larry Patterson
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