part 3 laplace - the beginning of the driveby

so, i failed miserably at usl and move back home with the folks. i hook up with some old friends who have also found new tricks. i got a job installing floors with a friend of mine. it was a good job for the time. we got up, went to work, got off, drank 40s, smoked, drank more, and eventually got to the pt. where we did blow almost every day. i remember me and my boy going to reserve all the time to get 8 balls and cut it with sheetrock, prescription pills, asprin, whatever would make it big enough to pass. i even cut stuff with sheetrock one night and did it with the guys i sold it to. i was getting to be a pretty sick dude. we'd pick fights all of the time, do blow, and take xanax. by now i had a doctor writing me scripts for 100/month and i was also doing other illegal activities to obtain more of the drug. i saw one friend go to jail and we shut that operation down, but i continued to get my doctors scripts. i was covered on my insurance so i paid next to nothing for them and used them to pay rent at my boys place. during this time i have little recollection of the 2 years that went by. after allot of dumb stuff and not really seeing a way out, i moved. i was going to run away from the problem and go back to school. so i moved into a trailer in pontchatoula la near hammond and went to slu. i did well at school for a while and eventually moved to hammond with a friend of mine. we would move like 3 lbs a week of pot and never really had much trouble. it was at lions way apts., the students choice, well it was certainly my choice. i knew where to get herb, pills, juice, g, acid, anything i wanted really. the only way i was able to keep my grades up is because i had a great roomate. he would get me to go to class, or at least sit on my bed and call me a loser until i'd go. it worked i had a 3.0 for a while. it was fun there, i used to race guys on foot for money, we played basketball, and allot of ncaa '99 on the playstation. this guy beau used to come play b-ball with us allot. he was a really good athlete. one day beau was chillin at the apt. and some guy came looking for him. he knocked and asked if beau was here i said yeah and got beau. when beau got to the door the guy had pulled a .38 on him. beau grabbed the hand with the gun and started punching him. my neighboor got up and went for his gloc. just as he got back the girlfriend had come at beau with a 40 bottle and tried to hit him over the head with it. my neighbor pointed the 45 at her saying"bitch, dont think about it." she screamed dropping the 40 bottle and ran to the car. by this time the boyfriend had dropped the gun and took off as well. we picked up the .38 and called the cops. they came out and took a report. i remember my two neihbors saying that they'd be back, over and over to the cops. they told us not to worry about it. they'd take care of it. i thought it was over too, to be completely honest. to explain: beau had been sleeping with this guys girlfriend and he found out and came to our house looking for him. so we went on with the day just like any other. we sat around listening to the big tymers cd and playing ncaa. i did my normal thing which was get loaded. i smoked a few blunts, drank some beer, and took an ex pill, my first time. as the night wore on i forgot about all the trouble. the police called and told us they had arrested the guy so not to worry, so i didnt. then some shad y cat kept walking back and forth, peering into the apt. for no apparent reason. i got sick of it and went after him. i guess in my mdma haze i failed to see the car down the street with the lights off peel out and come towards us..........................