They
didn’t believe us, but there was nothing they
could do about it. Besides, we could handle our own
business. We didn’t want those Bloods in jail-we
wanted them on the street so we could handle it ourselves.
We all went to the hospital and as word spread, more
and more homies come to the hospital too. The shooting
happened at 10pm and it wasn’t until around
3am when the doctors came out and told us that all
of them had been in surgery, and that they would be
in the hospital for a while but they should recover
fully.
Turtle told the homies to come to the shack about
noon. I rode with Turtle to the pad.
“Cuz,
it seems strange that Ang and Leto ain’t in
the car with us”
“I know cuz”, Turtle replied. “It
do feel strange. When the homies come to the shack,
I’m going to let them know I don’t give
a fuck what happens-but some of the LPP’s better
get laid down. Me and you will do what we have to
do. I ain’t fuckin’ wit nobody else”.
“I
feel the same way homie”
Turtle dropped me off at the pad. When I went in the
front door, moms was sitting on the couch, “Boy,
where the hell you been?” I’ve been worried
to death about you!”
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