I sat on the bus, looking around, surveying all that was around me. There was no mistaking the severe corruption here. Overcrowded, violent, dirty streets apon drug trafficing, crooked cops and poor management. Anyone could take one look
around and know that there was something wrong here in the County of Kings. Brooklyn, New York. In a place like this, altruism was like the predominant religion. If you help others, you will be shot down, whether it be literal or with the general
harshness of this place. To my best ability, if I may, describe myself and what I'm even doing here. The city might be a horrible place, but in all its horror I've made my home. I don't plan to leave anytime soon. I don't really consider myself on the level of the sacks of flesh walking these streets, but I am the same as you, more or less. You might rethink your opinions on me once I begin to explain why the city has me in such a tight hold. I am arguably the most rich drug dealer in all of Brooklyn. No, in all of New York. Please, wait! Don't even think yet, I am not your average coke head. I have class, I have style. But most of all, I have my ******** sanity. After all, your average drug trafficer or dealer would be thought of as insane. After a while they all start slipping, either get caught or shot. Well, based on my life so far as a drug dealer I've come to the conclusion that I cant get caught, and I wont ever be killed. I am far too cautious for anything of that sort to fall apon me. For someone as maticulously cautious as I, making all I need to support myself and anyone else who I fancy is not a problem. No, I am most certainly not overly confident in anything I do. I know every single one of my limits. I know what people will do and what they will say they will do. In these methods, I continue to persue my "career" and please myself and others.
around and know that there was something wrong here in the County of Kings. Brooklyn, New York. In a place like this, altruism was like the predominant religion. If you help others, you will be shot down, whether it be literal or with the general
harshness of this place. To my best ability, if I may, describe myself and what I'm even doing here. The city might be a horrible place, but in all its horror I've made my home. I don't plan to leave anytime soon. I don't really consider myself on the level of the sacks of flesh walking these streets, but I am the same as you, more or less. You might rethink your opinions on me once I begin to explain why the city has me in such a tight hold. I am arguably the most rich drug dealer in all of Brooklyn. No, in all of New York. Please, wait! Don't even think yet, I am not your average coke head. I have class, I have style. But most of all, I have my ******** sanity. After all, your average drug trafficer or dealer would be thought of as insane. After a while they all start slipping, either get caught or shot. Well, based on my life so far as a drug dealer I've come to the conclusion that I cant get caught, and I wont ever be killed. I am far too cautious for anything of that sort to fall apon me. For someone as maticulously cautious as I, making all I need to support myself and anyone else who I fancy is not a problem. No, I am most certainly not overly confident in anything I do. I know every single one of my limits. I know what people will do and what they will say they will do. In these methods, I continue to persue my "career" and please myself and others.
