“When I snatched the gun out of his hand, it fired because the hammer was already pulled back. It made the thunderous sound that the .357 magnum is known for. Even though the sound itself was deafening, it was like beautiful music to my ears. Just a few short seconds ago, the odds were greatly stacked against me. Now the tides had turned. The odds were now stacked against them, and they knew it. When I turned around to face my pursuers, they were in an all-out retreat. All I saw were their backs.” RetreatAgainst All OddsThug LifeGang MembersStreet LifeGang LifeFight For LifeWar WithinInternal FightingSenseless ShootingsInternal WarSenseless FightsGun Shot Book:The Fight of My Life is Wrapped Up in My Father Source: The Fight of My Life is Wrapped Up in My Father
“When my son Lowell was eight years old, one day he and I had just finished playing. Tired and exhausted, we were lying on the bed talking. He sat up in the bed and started to trace his finger over the scar behind my neck. He asked me with concern in his voice, ‘Daddy, how you got this cut behind your neck?’ I hesitated for a while, wondering how much I should tell him, or if I should even tell him at all. I decided to tell him some of it, leaving out the part about the shooting. So I told him, ‘I got that from fighting with one of my friends.’ Lowell didn’t respond right away. After a moment of silence and tracing his finger over the scar, my son said something to me that I had never even considered up to that point. He said, ‘Daddy, your friend tried to kill you!” Street LifeRebellion RaidersGang LifeFriendly FireWar WithinInternal FightingSenseless ShootingsFriends FightingInternal WarfareSenseless Fights Book:The Fight of My Life is Wrapped Up in My Father Source: The Fight of My Life is Wrapped Up in My Father