Steve Anderson

WHEN IS IT ENOUGH…. by Steve Anderson

To Proceed :
The malice that I was apart of replayed itself in my mind as I layed on the couch resting my eye’s, and mind…

I have used some of the greatest excesses, involve my self with the many activities that took place when the lights went out for the people that
got a good night sleep before they had to report to work or school
capturing their daytime activities, duties and choirs that needed to be attended to…

Bonolito cried because he felt helpless, like he was nothing without the
streets, died three time’s kick it with the devil once and left him a
glass of ice water because he wasn’t cool…

The devil had me believing that I couldn’t survive without having my hands in thestreets, or was it just a fact that I was addicted to being around hustler, gang members, pimps, hoe’s, and the people that sold and bought drug’s…

I call them the people of the dark world, everyone had their own reason
to participating doing these hours, and some people didn’t get no sleep,
being on that go fast was not no joke…

Doing them late hours sometimes even watching the new day come in,
shit went down in major ways, some people just don’t play fear but
you can get a deal on it…

He provided them with money and love, but there was absolutely no security…

How could they depend on a man who was so selfish that he would place himself in a position to be tooken away at any moment ??

His mother…

What did she have to be proud of ??

Other then he was really different from anyone she every had the
pleasure of truly meeting..

Her son was a bad guy who funneled addiction of the worse into
the community…

Bonolito spoke their language, related to their politics he even swing a decent eighteen holes on the golf course..

He wanted to get out, this shit was serious, the dangerous aspects
was just an appetizer to me…

So many times the streets had bonolito in another world with the way people moved showed they didn’t playing fair…

Many times bonolito walk away shaking his head…

I’m out of here. I ain’t digging shit either. It’s fuckin 47 degree outside…

The meat man said f*ck digging I’m about to barque this rat and feed him to my dog’s.”

Bonolito couldn’t believe this sh*t…

Dude’s kept thinking that if a person told on somebody it didn’t matter as long as it wasn’t them…

To bonolito a rat was a rat and he wasn’t f*ckin with them, or the ones that thought is was OK to take advantage of the little people…

These two thing’s makes you a creep not only in my book but
the world dislike creeps just as I do…THE END….

G2G-TAKE CARE PEOPLE’S~

STEVE ANDERSON
DOC #288318

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