Before I continue on with the next part of the story we will hear from T about that day that I gave him a drug test...
This day was the worst but also what I needed to get me back on track a little. Yes, I kinda was getting caught up in my thoughts to the point I saw that the drugs were the only way to help me forget things and get over things. The drugs helped for the moment but also made me do other things such as run the streets and be careless again. Not caring bout others but what made me feel happy and ok which was the stuff that got me here now.
And how the shooting changed him this time. He had been shot several times before, this wasn't the first but sure hope that it is the last.
Getting shot this time changed me in so many ways it made me start thinking a lil better. I had to grow up in so many ways, I had to let a lot of people go, and I had to start asking myself did I want to end up a memory? I had to at least move or at least try and change my ways so that I can still be here today. That last time getting shot told me exactly what I needed to know and that was nobody's your friend. If they don't want positive for you once they get what they need out of you, then you are useless. That made me want to come more and more closer to being at work. But the thought of having to come back into the environment after work, it hurt my heart to the point I would rather stay inside and try to stay safe from things. It traumatized me for a while but once I started to focus more with working I came out of that stage of shock but the streets called me again.