Natural born hustler

It was 91' when Todd ( showmink) Johnson, was killed on The infamous Jackson Street. I was in North town, which north Las Vegas; at a party that the Hood was throwing. The Hoodsmen were the first blood set in Vegas, and the only one in North town. I rode with P.C he had the candy red impala. I remember showmink coming up to me; giving me a hug, and telling me he loves me. Without second thought I shared those same sentiments. I never thought I wouldn't see my best friend again. One of my few comrades, that were true. We made plans to go to party that was happening on the west. When P.C and I decided to head back to the west; we took Carey; I could here sirens blaring, there was party in Del Manaco; some cats had got shot.   A feeling came over me, I told P.C something happen with one of our comrades. The wailing sounds of sirens engulfed the city that night. To our right was Regal Estates and Del Manaco, I seen the lights of the ambulances, we took a left on H St. Heading towards Madison Terrace, my gut was turning I knew something wasn't right. When we reached Owens and H St. I seen the lights of ambulances and police cars. I didn't give P.C a chance to turn into Madison Terrace, I had open the door; running down Jackson St. Everything literally went black around me. All I saw was Tone P holding Showmink, and Emt's pulling Tone P away to let go of  Showmink's body. He was pronounced dead at UMC.... I had this calm anger, that didn't involve me hurting anyone. My anger was directed towards God; I felt it should of been me. I had done so much dirt up to that point in my life. He was only 21..... My question remained WHY? For the longest.