RandomDudeOnColi
Banned
Interesting stories so far.


Mid eighties me and fam lived in this neighborhood called quadvilla. I was around 5-6 when I witnessed crack taking off. My grandma's youngest brother Master was in a shootout with the neighborhood dopeman reesie. I never met him before, he just popped up that day. My momma was yelling at him to chill out, dude hiding behind cars shooting the Uzi at reesie lol.
Same time that week, reesie is in a car chase with the police. He must've had kilos of hard in the back of his truck and it flipped over. The hard got ran over from the cop cars. Damn near the whole section of that side of the neighborhood ran to the road with utensils and started scooping hard out that street pavement putting it in cups and bowls. Mane im talking old folks, parents, teenagers they was going crazy trying to get all that rock outta the pavement. I'll never forget that day
Damn.
Seeing friends moms sell everything out the house from tvs, xmas presents to groceries for crack. Fiends lined up to around the corner like its black friday. Seeing older kids go from a dirtball on a pedal bike to a new maxima or audi 5000 in a couple weeks selling crack, then getting murdered all in the same year. Shootouts in broad daylight....I remember there was a running gun battle in my pjs that went on for blocks on some terminator shyt....went from revolvers to fully auto uzis....ambulance sirens all night long....calling 911 and them never coming. Everybodys fathers disappearing for some reason like drugs/prison or no reason at all.
Parents used to just let kids run the streets back when there really were creeps snatching kids. we would wake up, have breakfast and leave and roam til dark. It was nothing for me to get sent to the corner store and buy cigarettes and beer for my grandma when I was in elementary school. Food stamps were embarrassing as shyt they looked like monopoly money not on a card like now.
Saturday morning cartoons then kung fu theater. Penny candy and 25 cent sodas. People actually knew their neighbors and looked out for each other. Nobody would mind if you beat your kid in public. It was expected, I even remember getting beat on by any adult who knew you or your family was normal. We didnt have much so we would make things from what was thrown away like hoops out of milk crates or use pissy mattresses to have wrestling matches on.
Recycling cans was one of the biggest hustle in the early 90s if you didn't have a job. Every week somebody getting shot. I remembered the few times I've witnessed drug test, drive bys, and watched a man got stabbed in his ass
U ever see Wayne Perry in the flesh ??N was he really that feared the way the media make him out to be an unstoppable killing machine ?? N wasn't there rumours put out there him and rayful Edmonds were cousins ...??
Would make sense since they never seemed to bump -heads n they would have came across 1 another since before alpo rayful was the biggest crack dealer in dc....
Damn, breh, I was just playing on your username, didn't mean to bring up unpleasant memories
Hold some rep as reparations![]()
Damn, breh, I was just playing on your username, didn't mean to bring up unpleasant memories
Hold some rep as reparations![]()
