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No chance at redemtion
With me and my cousin both jobless and Ma missing her appointment with disability and her checks getting cancelled because of it I'm left no option except crime to bring in the bill money.
I need something big, something serious that brings in real money, otherwise I'll have no time to find a job. Not if everyday has to be spent tryin to get enough to make it thru to the next.
I need to find a grow house and rob it. I have a guy out of state that will come to me and happily pay 3gs a pound.
I could go scout out my granddads house, he always had a bunch of guns, and I have no attachment toward him whatsoever so there is no guilt factor.
I may make a trip to see him and scout things out soon, decide how to proceed from there. If I can get a pistol or a shotgun even that's a few hundred dollars there.
I know another house out of the city I partied at once that's is empty all day, and I know that one of his guns, an assault rifle is going for $800 nowadays, maybe more if the buyer cant get one legally.
Guns are heavy business though, federal business with sentences that easily could keep me locked up till my hair is gray.
With everything legitimate in my life falling away it seems as if my destiny is telling me that my road shall be one littered with discarded syringes and broken glass and leads to either a grave or a cell.
How do you change when every time you do it seems like life forces you down the path you walked away from?
I need something big, something serious that brings in real money, otherwise I'll have no time to find a job. Not if everyday has to be spent tryin to get enough to make it thru to the next.
I need to find a grow house and rob it. I have a guy out of state that will come to me and happily pay 3gs a pound.
I could go scout out my granddads house, he always had a bunch of guns, and I have no attachment toward him whatsoever so there is no guilt factor.
I may make a trip to see him and scout things out soon, decide how to proceed from there. If I can get a pistol or a shotgun even that's a few hundred dollars there.
I know another house out of the city I partied at once that's is empty all day, and I know that one of his guns, an assault rifle is going for $800 nowadays, maybe more if the buyer cant get one legally.
Guns are heavy business though, federal business with sentences that easily could keep me locked up till my hair is gray.
With everything legitimate in my life falling away it seems as if my destiny is telling me that my road shall be one littered with discarded syringes and broken glass and leads to either a grave or a cell.
How do you change when every time you do it seems like life forces you down the path you walked away from?
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