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Junior
high school was a good time for me. This guy Kirk, who became my friend,
saw me one day in the hallway. He knew that I was not one to play with.
One day he stopped some friends of his from being foolish and pounding
me. But the beef still got out of hand. Friends of mine from the street
came up to the school to see if I was ok. I guess we saw the truth of
both of us. He had people; I had people. The two of us tried to be happy
together.
My new friend and I talked on a street
level. We were going to make our lives much better. One time a month
our crews all needed to meet to see what was up and to talk about the
simple stuff. But my buddy and I met up all the time. We liked chilling
together. We looked at making money. We all made school second in our
lives and put it in the back of our minds. Money was first. We saw the
money was coming in the right way. We hustled by slinging drugs on the
streets. Kirk had plans for me because he saw that I was a good friend.
It was all about happy times for me being around Kirk.
We also played basketball. He must have
seen that I had some good in me. He was a smart kid and played in school.
I was a Special Ed kid and played on the streets. He tried to get me
on the school team but it didn’t happen. He wanted to take me out of
town, but we didn’t get a chance to because he died. He was killed dealing
drugs late at night. I was in San Francisco at the time. I called a
friend and he said Kirk was blasted in the head. I was upset at the
time because he was a real friend to me.
I still dream about Kirk in my sleep.
He and I are always at the basketball park playing around. I enjoy the
good time we are having in the dream. It is a fun thing for me. To dream
about one person is not good, but basketball is something I like to
do when I can. The dream seems so real to me. It feels like he is still
here. It will be with me for all my life. I have no problem with the
dream. The thing is, why did it have to be this way? Why did I have
to get the dream?
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