From Darkness to Light
Part one — My true life story on how I became a gangster
This is my true story.
These are stories of some of the things that happened to me.
I am a married man and a man who loves his wife more than anything in the world. I have no children and I lost my mother, my father, both of my grandparents, and my sister, all passed away before I turned forty-four.
I have one uncle I care about and some cousins here and there that I don’t speak to. I didn’t know my mother and father because I was adopted by my grandparents.
I love writing poetry, music, short stories, movie scripts, and treatments. I have done some voice-over work and I’ve been in thirty-five Independent films.
Before I finish discussing where I’m at right now in life and what kind of person I am then you have to understand what kind of person I was. So let’s go back in time a little bit.
I moved to Columbia South Carolina in the year of 2003 and by the year 2006, I had become a small-time thug again. However, I’m not, going to pretend to be bigger than I was. I wasn’t a mob member or anything like that, but I was more or less a small-time Hustler. Even now I’m a small-time Hustler the only difference is, that the hustle doesn’t change, just the product.
I dabbled in a whole bunch of different illegal activities. Most of the time I operated out of a little hole-in-the-wall bar that we will call Shady’s, and that was the beginning of my rise and fall. What a damn rabbit hole this would take me down.
How evil would I become?
I’ll answer that for you… I turned quite evil.
It’s a weird feeling to put a gun to someone’s head and you’ll never make a harder decision in your life than whether you should pull that trigger or not.
There we were, in the rain. Him on his knees and my weapon was held against his head. He started crying and begging to live. There were no witnesses except my friend, the man on his knees, and the stars that shone down on us as we stood in the cold rain. My hand was shaking, thoughts running through my head like a film projector and I could feel myself start to grip the gun tighter.
To be continued…
