Father and Son: En historie om stofmisbrug og kriminalitet

I just thought about my life. How come it ended like this. I should never have moved to London and started talking to Jeff.

The whole started in London, I met a guy at a club in there. I knew he took drugs and pills. But although he was wasted on drugs and pills he still was a good friend.

When I thinking back in my life. I can see at it was the stupidest thing to do. Over I London my new friend Jeff many times, asking if I want to try drugs I always can say it.But many times I said no thanks. But so came the day. The day when I said yes to try the drugs. I got a wiered feeling in my head. But it was also a good feeling.

So it was not the last time I took that shit. So I tried it many times after the first time. And 2 months after the first time. Should I try to be a drug dealer. I was not so happy. Cause I have herd many stories of people there was been killed because the dealer give them the drugs before he saw moneys. Many of the dealer jobs I got was good.but a day should I on a job with 60 pounds of kokain. And that should I have 250.000 dollars for. But I was on drugs at the job. So I was so fucked at I took the money from the person. Ran away with the money and the coke. But to days later he’s friends found me. Gave me beatings. Some people contacted my dad. He came to London and get me home. But a home in the house. The doorbell rang. I went down and looked.The father heard a shot. He hurried out and look. and there he saw that his son was and was shot in the head