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He was born into poverty in a trailer park in east Texas.    
Spent some time in a plywood pen with siblings but when they were sold for meth money his accomodations grew in size.    
When the digs got clostrophobic and the babies got to walking,  left alone with that one bad blue eye,got allowed to sit on the couch.    
Now this is not to say that the boy was fed well or never beat. On the gravytrain of a slave he was definitely riding bitch.    
A give away to a x army scumbag drug dealer was the best option dude ever had.    
   
Me and cuzzo took a trip a few hundred miles outta Baton Rouge to find him chained to a children's play house in a 30  sq.ft. yard next to the casino.    
Now ten stones hadn't seen carpet since 30 lbs.Wasn't easy to convince a lil go for a ride might be in best interest.But a porterhouse and some air conditioning can convince anyone used to those standards.    
   
16 shits and 7 bags of treats later we hit the red stick.It's hot here and everybody takes a lil seista mid afternoon but not this brotha.Veins full of tequila and whiskey mixed with gasoline and meth constantly. Jacky Joiner Kersey who whenever gets to where he needs to be always runs away.Can't understand wanting to always eat black people but still sleep at my feet.    
    Apparently my best fucking friend is a selective racist.    
   
The tweeker that shimmied the back door open with intention of taking my big screen and bars had a bad night when Draco tore his tight skin loose, before i gave him a blunt force trauma,hid the dope,called the cops and kept his gun. The thing about boxers is they stand on their back legs and paw you with the front.Hence the name. American bully dogs are neck biters who contrary to what pitt bulls and parolees might tell you, like to fight.Just not each other or people they like.The NFL got it twisted.    
So the crossbreed who likes where he stays at ain't the one you want.    
   
   
   
So momma gets the cancer. Brain tumors. Everyday you spend back and forth, to and from the hospital with lil sleep and constant xanax and taaka vodka use.Cancer in my family is an enemy you can't hit back. It's like frank said "blueballs,of the heart".    
And maybe all the triple sixes tattoos and upside down cross comedic references are adding up or maybe I been pulling too much in and not putting enough out cuz caught in traffic on airline highway one day a colored homeless gentleman approaches to ask for change. In my stupor I roll down the wrong fucking window and draco jumps out. Don't even put it in park,jump right out the door but he's already crossed three lanes and now the light is green.Never fucking green when you need it.Never fucking green when you need it..    
   
Draco is already on the other side of four lanes where the grass is greener than any concrete or trailer park he's ever seen.. I scream his name,he makes eye contact and sprints towards me but before i can say NOOOOOO! he's at the centerline getting his neck crushed by an 18 wheeler.    
   
Carried and buried him to and at the house and now every night i work a roughneck bar.I get drunk and try to fight truckers.    
But I don't ever roll the window down on the way home.