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RIP MR. SMOKE
Don't know if this been posted yet. looked on the first page and didn't see a thread. and if it has fukk it. it's a great read. check it out.
Read On....
http://nymag.com/news/features/mike-tyson-2013-10/
We were beefing with these guys called the Puma Boys. It was 1976, and I lived in Brownsville, Brooklyn, and these guys were from my neighborhood. At that time I was running with a Rutland Road crew called the Cats, a bunch of Caribbean guys from nearby Crown Heights. We were a burglary team, and some of our gangster friends had an altercation with the Puma Boys, so we were going to the park to back them up. We normally didn’t deal with guns, but these were our friends, so we stole a bunch of shyt: some pistols, a .357 Magnum, and a long M1 rifle with a bayonet attached from World War II. You never knew what you’d find when you broke into people’s houses.
So we’re walking through the streets holding our guns, and nobody runs up on us, no cops are around to stop us. We didn’t even have a bag to put the big rifle in, so we just took turns carrying it every few blocks.
“Yo, there he goes!” my friend Haitian Ron said. “The guy with the red Pumasand the red mock neck.”
When we started running, the huge crowd in the park opened up like Moses parting the Red Sea. It was a good thing they did, because, boom, one of my friends opened fire. Everybody scrambled when they heard the gun.
I realized that some of the Puma Boys had taken cover between the parked cars
“What the fukk are you doing here?” he said to me. It was my older brother, Rodney. “Get the fukk out of here.”
I just kept walking and left the park and went home. I was 10 years old.
Read On....
http://nymag.com/news/features/mike-tyson-2013-10/
