We had to live with our grandma till I was 117 months old which was when I was 9 years and a bit old, as she died my brother and I had to live by our selves the whole time, we had our aunt to look after us but she didn’t really fuss as she was out of town most of the time.
As time went buy and I was 14 and my brother 16 we always use to hang around the park and play football most of the time but things changed quick as we got up one morning and there were 17 police officer searching around our house with 2 German shepherd dogs cutting open our couches and beds. We asked them what they were doing or trying to find but they didn’t reply back. They dragged us out of our house. For 2 hours I and my brother were asking each other why the police is searching our house but we couldn’t find out why. Then 17 minutes later the police officers found 17 pounds of cocaine in our house. The police officers then asked us if it was ours, me and brother were shocked that they found drugs in our own house as we never even been close to drugs before but that changed quick.
After the whole drug incident the police found out that it was our aunt’s drugs and she was also dealing it, which was the reason that she was out of town most of the time. She got sentenced for 17 years as she was in possession of drugs, dealing drugs and also importing and exporting drugs, my brother and I didn’t see her since she left the court room.
As my brother and I didn’t have any money or a house the government moved us to a council house which was a shitty 17 floor apartment with 2 bedrooms and one bathroom. My brother and I lived in the heart of London and we thought things couldn’t get any worse but they did like usual.
As I then turned 16 I dropped out of school as my grades were to low and I had to find a job and brother was already in uni.
I worked at MCee D’s for a week but I thought I deserved more money then I got. As the manager was treating me like a piece of shit, as if no one cared about me and he always gave me extra hours for no reason, his excuse was that I didn’t work hard enough. So I didn’t care, I left.
So I was broke, walking up my apartment with confusion of what I’ll do to earn some money, as I walked up to the 14th floor I see a guy same age as me, I knew him threw the apartment block as he was my neighbor.
His name was Riley; he was a black buff guy, never talked to him a lot just the accessional “hi” as we walked past, as I passed him he said “hi” so I replied “hi” back to him. But this time he stopped and looked to me, as I looked behind me he was still looking at me and he asked me “what’s wrong” and I told him “I lost my job”. He then replied “oh well that’s bad, where did you work?” “MCee D’s init” I replied. He cracked up and smiled too me, “you wanna come to this hefty party, it’ll cheer you up” as he was still smiling to me I said, “ok fine, but I aint got no money” he replied back saying, “don’t worry take this more as a job interview then a party”.
I then thought to myself, how somebody can compare a job interview to a party but that didn’t really matter to me, I was bored broke and hopeless, so I thought I better make the best out of it.
So I was walking with this big muscle packet guy and talking to him, he didn’t really speak much. Just asked the occasional questions/Jokes such as, “what makes McDonald burgers so good?” and, “Ever spit in the burgers?” but I bet he was just joking but I still replied seriously and no I didn’t spit in any burger ever.
Walking past 17 Starbucks coffees and 17 homeless men we got to the place were the party was being held. It was in a cellar.
So walking down the 17 steps to the cellar I hear loud music of R&B which was just pumping in my ear drum. As I got to the cellar there were around 100 people just partying and raving it out with strobe lights everywhere. As I walking through all these crowds of people, I noticed that I was the only white person in this whole cellar, so I tried not to get attention I just put up my hood and kept on following Riley.
Walking through the crowd I saw people sniffing, smoking, injecting and taking all types of drugs, I couldn’t believe it at first but I just kept on moving, as every step I took I was more anxious to take these drugs but I kept myself away from them for 16 years so I thought I can keep away from them then.
As Riley stopped walking I stopped walking then he turned around and said to me, “Look boy take this and start selling the shit”, he gave me 7 little bags full of white powder and I was just looking at it for about a minute and I replied, “ What is it” and he said, “fairy dust now sell it for 25 pounds each”, I was too scared to reply no even though I wanted to so much but I replied, “ok”. So I went around the party in fear not only cause I was the only white person in the whole cellar but also cause I was in possession of drugs
