He used to be a boy scout, holding doors and helping old ladies across the street. Clean cut brotha, wouldn’t swear or tell a lie. He was kind, gave everybody respect; hell he was a virgin till he got married. His wife was a beautiful sista, with child bearing hips and the fear of god in her heart. Yeah, she was a god fearing woman, so afraid that she spent all her time in church praying for her soul, and very little time with her man. He, being left alone and feeling lonely sought the company of his friends, some good, some bad. In the midst of the bad, one fool past him a glass pipe and told him to take a hit just to see what he would do. Brotha, not wanting to offend and not knowing the consequences of one hit, hit it. Poor brotha hadn’t realized that once you hit the pipe it becomes your every waking thought. So he thought nothing of selling his baby’s crib, and the family car to get another hit and momentarily appease his new master. Always a good pupil, brotha learned to steal from family and then from friends in pursuit of his lessons. This lessened their feelings for him, and did away with their pity, and soon even they would call the cops. But, this did not stop his learning trend, and brotha met his end at the hands of those sworn to protect and serve. Did you know he used to be a boy scout?