After going to the pen and getting out I decided I did not want to go back. I began plotting my escape from the game, ("The TRAP" is what I now like to call it) But my only friends back then were criminals. I had to break free! But I just couldn't seem to get away from them! Then one day in the spring of 2000 I got a lucky break... My girlfriend called the cops on me and tried to turn me in while I was out! I became wise to what she had done because when I arrived home that fateful day, pictures with my crew and I wearing all our gang gear, were left on the coffee table. (Our hats had our G-Names on them, so the cops knew who we were, and I had warrants for missing court at the time ). Realizing what she had done I was on the run again. I was living day to day on the streets thugging and hustling with my bro Rock and his hooker Twila. She used to set johns up for us if she thought they had money. Sometimes they did. But living like this on the run was getting really hectic and I sensed if I stayed there would be an even longer prison sentence due to the momentum we seemed to be building. (This same friend continued on like he was and he built up so much momentum it took him over. I am sad to say he is now dead. He was found in his truck shot in the back of the head this last x-mas.). Luckily for me my mother was working up in Fort McMurray at the time and she advised me to go up there and get a job and get a handle on the situation. I jumped on the next bus and went to see her right away.
Arriving in Fort Mac I immediately applied at Earls and was hired on. I have worked on and off in kitchens since I was young because when I ran away from home kitchen work gave me food, work, and warmth and women! =) For those of you who don't know about Fort McMurray, it is a oil booming city which held like fifty thousand people twenty years ago and then exploded to almost 100 thousand people within 15 years. Not only was it wild and crazy ( I think the gold rush towns might have been a lot like Fort Mac) it was impossible to get a place right away because of the lack of housing.
I moved in where my mom was renting a room to this really nice family's house. I mean REALLY NICE FAMILY! I thought they were just like the family in that TV show, Full House. It was really, really awkward! Here I was straight off the streets living out of hotels, motels, thugging and robbing and then all of a sudden here I was, right smack dab in the middle of what seemed to be the twilight zone...
I ended up finding it quit nice. It was quiet... I was able to gather my thoughts. And more importantly, stop doing hard core crime...
Soon I was working in two restaurants full time...Being in the restaurant business I quickly made friends...But these new friends were different. They were middle class white kids who had no Idea of the kind of life I lived...But I too also had no Idea of the kind of life that they lived...Of course I thought myself to be smarter, stronger and more superior to them. One night I stole twenty dollars out of one guys hand because he was a drunkard and weed smoking youth pastor. I laughed. He laughed. I laughed again and said you're laughing cause you think I am kidding right?" All his friends sat there and watched me do it. Not one of them stood up for him. That was normal in a situation like this. But what wasn't normal was that there was not one person that was laughing or thought it was funny. The next day I saw preacher (his nickname) and bought him a shot of whisky. I laughed and he loved me after that! Every one did. Which made me like them as well.Within six months because of my S.I.N. number the police had found me and picked me up. When I finally made bail, since I had a job up in Fort Mac, and it was my Fort Mac friends who bailed me out (Not one of my so called G-friends did so much as pay me a visit) my conditions for bail was to stay in Fort Mac until the trial was dealt with....
Until next time friend, May you forever Learn and Grow.
Yours truly, The Constant Learner
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