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. 

My life story is exactly, what the the title states. I grew up on the West side of Las Vegas, Nevada; one thing for certain Vegas isn't all lights and glamour. It was given the right moniker; Sin City.... My Bandana, prison, & God is the title of my book. Through my blog I will give my readers a taste, of what my journey entailed. The 37 years  I lived in Sin City, I seen many of things, and done a lot. I'm fortunate to have made it; lords knows I've been to many funerals.
I've done my share of putting in work, selling dope, playing women, and conning people. I was natural born hustler on the streets, of Sin City; I grew up fast, and learned quick on how to survive. Gun play and robbery was my forte' that was my adrenaline rush. I was a fiend... I had become my own habit. Devoted myself to the neighborhood, my rag became my badge! My comrades  became my second family; making money and blood life, became my reality.
Dying young was a consequence to living this life; prison was a certainty. Witnessing what I saw at the ages of 11, 12, & 13..... Part of me knew I wanted to live this life. I put my dream of playing football, on the back burner. To become a well known gang banger; I was given the name Lil' Assassin, named after my O.G.... J.B Assassin; 
I had gained the respect of my comrades, especially my O.G's; my brother Melle   Mel and I had become riders for the set.... Taking no prisoners.