What initiated violence
All my conflicts were robbery or drug related, with the exception of an occasion I was called to a club when one of my boys got into it with other guys there. I didn't even know who those guys at the club were, but all the other occasions I knew who I was into it with and they knew me...
Gangsta and them had beef with nikkas from rival sets, I was a loner so I was never really in no "hood vs hood" beef on no major level. All my issues were more personal...
Gangsta points out some guys he was into it with who are deceased who were factors. For me, I've never name dropped anyone I know who is still alive and/or active, just not my thing, but occasionally I've talked about some guys I know who are deceased. Probably the baddest mf I was ever into it with who is gone, Rodriguez Harris:
Ten days after two men were killed in a Fayetteville shootout, family members of the men pleaded Thursday for witnesses to come forward and help authorities solve the case.
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I was in NY when I found out he was killed on Mothers Day 2011, and I'll never forget my reaction being pissed that I wasn't the one to do him. But Rodriguez was most definitely a legit figure. And of course, there are guys I was into it with who are still alive and active, one of em, real big local nikka...
I wasn't into beefing over chicks (white boy tried this with me once, didn't go well for him), I wasn't beefing over shoes or material shyt, and I certainly wasn't doing no internet beef...
Therapy and Nightmares
Gangsta said he's never had nightmares, some guys do, some guys dont. I've never had literal nightmares, but I've spoken on, there's been times I've had random flashbacks on things, at random times. Not always pleasant but not nightmares, though there are guys who say they deal with those...
And I think anyone whose dealt with the paranoia of the streets probably has a degree of PTSD and needs some counseling...
Like Gangsta, when I saw or was in proximity to guys doing fukked up shyt, it didn't really bother me. It bothers me more today in retrospect, than it ever did in real time when I was in it and around it...
The sport of killing someone
Gangsta said he only hung with a handful of guys, similar to me. I was a loner, handful of cats I hung with at different times, but I was a solo g. But he spoke straight facts, someone always knew when you hit someone because you told the people closest to you or someone told it for you...
I wasn't so caught up in competing with cats on it but it did mean something when people could look at you and identify you as "the nikka who hit ______". It was a feather in the cap, and after being in a few situations cats will look at you different...
Also he right when he said cats never know how they gone react when they drop something, the most annoying thing to me is listening to guys talk who never felt those emotions. I've git several examples of this, from a fairly high level hustler I once knew that shot at some cats once and said it scared him from ever even getting a gun again; to a late 20s guy who was a gun runner with a hellafied plug on hammers, thought he was tough, but never popped nothing; to a late-30s guy who owned all his guns legit and never hit nothing but used to talk about "if a nikka try me"; to plenty other examples...
You never know how you'll react to something. I remember I was sure I killed this nikka once, and it was maybe two days or so before I found out he pulled thru, and I guess I was fairly numb about it. Felt accomplished, in one sense. But it was a numbing feeling for me. But dudes never know hoe they'll react...
I didn't get my first gun until I was 16, and like anyone else it put a battery in my back. At that age I wasn't so enamored with knocking something off, it was more the imagery of having one...