To think that i wasent in a safe place was rediculious. a teen drug dealer was sad, his choices are that of his own. sal had invited me over for the weekly party that took place at his house. him and his wife crystal. man were they cool. i was 18 and we got drunk and hung out like we were old friends. this weekend everyone was out side the sun had just set and carlos was there too he was playing bball with us.
he seemed like a nice kid. didnt disrespect anyone. i didnt know what was going on in his head. maybe someone was after him maybe someone could pull up right now and start shooting at all of us just to hit him. to endanger all of us because of his acts? why was i so afraid not of him but the life style that came with it. sal invited him to drink with us, i thought i was pushing it by giving him a cig.
Beer pong was my favorite game to play. we had loaded up on beer for tonight. 18 packs going all the way down the hall. we were in for a fun night! game after game i lost a few and won a few by the time i started losing i was drunk hence why i was losing. carlos and i ended up on a team. agaist a couple of the neighbors. we so ownd them. making it three time in a rown and the final shot to win. only losing 4cups. we rocked at the game.
the night seemed to be coming to a close. and everyone was starting to head home. i called it quits and told sal and crystal i was leaving. carlos decided since he didnt want to feel so young he'd go with me. i didnt know what apartment he lived in. or if he lived alone. we walked he pointed out his house wich was 5down from mine. being drunk i ask. "you sell drugs?" his look wasent what i expected i thought he would be fearious and angry instead he smiled ya it pays the bills.
we get to the front of my apartment, i say goodbye and tell him it was fun. i walk in my apartment thinking he seemed like a nice kid. i wasent so afraid anymore that one day a kid might get shot or that people were after him. my settleness and being drunk let me sleep well that night.