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John_Black · **03-30-2016, 08:05 PM**

September 18th, 1993

[We see John at a local deli with some of his friends from school, one kid in particular who was 6 foot and fat with a full goatee, decides to hurdle the guys up near the bathroom and hatches up the plan to steal some stuff.]

Jimmy: All right fellas…

[He looks around all of them, and he scoffs at John.]

Jimmy: You don’t want to do this with us man, you going to snitch on us.

John: Me snitching?... I anit about that life son, what should I do?

[Jimmy then starches his head to hatch an idea, then he hands John a 44 pistol. John starts to hesitantly hold the gun as the fellas where getting bags ready for this “heist” in the small deli. Then Jimmy and the crew leave John in the bathroom with the gun in his hand. He contemplates either he should go along with it or not.]

John: Fuck fuck fuck!... I wanna be down…but I don’t want go this route. I want to get some stuff and not have to worry—

[Gunshots ring out in the deli and John was scared out of his mind. Then more gunshots ring out and John reloads the spare clip and leaves the bathroom; only to see all his friends all bloodied on the floor with the police coming near by.]

John: Fuck fuck fuck!...

[John then runs out the deli store to the apartment, before he reaches to the entranceway; we see John attempting to throw the 44 away into the dumpster, but somehow the cops reached him. The first popo was black man who placed the gun to his back.]

Police #1: FREEZE

[John then holds the 44 magnum in his and the second cop who was white almost wanted to shoot him. But the first cop told him to cool it down, and then we see John gets the cuffs on him. Then we see Mama Blackstone in her big fluffy shirt and slippers running after the police car.]

Mama Blackstone: My baby no…my baby—

[She faints to the ground and we see the whole neighborhood folks outside wanting to help her up after witnessing John’s arrest.]

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[Five hours later, we see John is sitting on a chair with a table inside a rinky dinky confession room with the white cop. John shows no fear over the pigs as the second cop asked him some questions.]

Second Cop: Kid, what were your motives for holding this 44-magnum gun? Killing people huh, that’s what you negros be doing to one another.

[John retorts with an answer.]

John: How does it feel to me in that uniform? Parading the streets like you going to clean up; I know you be prosecuting people who look like me, well guess what partner; I’m very innocent.

[Second cop laughs and speaks to him.]

Second cop: Kid you know how much deep deep deep shit you’re in right now? You were apart of the B-more deli shoot out and you probably were the first to start the shooting.

John: No I wasn’t, I was in that bathroom, my friend who’s now fucking dead, GIVEN me his 44 magnum special to me.

Second cop: Kid, if were in the bathroom…then why did you keep the gun in your hand? You wanted to shoot yourself in the face?

[Second cop has a laugh at that fucked up joke, until the black cop comes in with the 44 special in a bag of evidence. Then the first cop sits across from John, and asked some questions.]

First cop: John Blackstone, where you involved with these types of incidents in your everyday life?

John: No

First cop: Who would you think would be responsible for the shoot out in the deli.

[John then holds in his tongue to not speak, but the first cop wasn’t having that.]

First cop: John, you better be clear with me. If you had no part of the incident we will let you go home.

[John then looks at the black cop straight in the eyes and speaks thoroughly with him.]

John: Sir, I was in NO part of this shooting that occurred this afternoon. In fact, Jimmy was apart of some gang…

First cop: What gang is that?

John: I think he was in the Los Inchatos Syndicate, he was just a foot solider for them.

[Then we see the cops taking notes and first cop asked him some more questions.]

First cop: Okay then, do you think they have any rivial gangs in the area?

[John ignores the question and the white cop gets frustrated with John not cooperating. Then the black cop decides to leave his chair and let John leave the premises in one piece as the scene fades off.....]

Fuck you thought I was done? I walked off from going to jail as an adult and i'm proud to admit that I snitched on a dead friend. Fuck it, since I have to be in TWO tundra matches, I rather get the unused 44 magnum and aim for Kool Kid AND LESTRANGE's heads and leave their dead bodies in the frozen temperatures.

But since i'm focusing on LeStrange for the blue poker chip... bring on the a game you've can give and just remember this shit...You won't have the last laugh as I pin you in that ring...that frozen ring will be your resting place of irrelevance. Hell you can sing that "do you want to build a snowman" as you awake from your frozen coma.

Fuck you LeStrange...

same to you kid kool...

FIN

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