what's the story breh?
In high school I spent most of my days just hooping, ball was literally life, I grew up in Flemo (Don Mills). By grade 12, nikkas were shifting to street shyt, rap, and dealing with petty internal beef shyt. Summer of 2010 one of our close friends got shot in Scarborough (this is still an unsolved case). I stopped coming around the hood, started Ryerson soon after. I would see the old crew in random running's at downtown/Yorkdale....daps, but then kept moving.
Caribana weekend 2011, I remember this weekend so well because of the fukkery that took place. Def Jam party hosted by Fab at the Kool Haus. I got a hotel at the Sheraton on Queen st for the weekend; I was messing with this Ottawa girl at that time, and she had her whole clique in town for the weekend (@Malcolmxxx_23 probably knows few). We were all planning to go to that same Def Jam party and had tickets. What I did not know was, my old hood nikkas will show up, with our crosstown enemies, all under the same roof. Without saying much, shyt got real. I stopped going out to any events that night (club scene), any punk that cannot fight, but is willing to pull the trigger, can end your life..It is grimey, so I just stopped fukking with people.