(The Larry Davis Story)
I once knew a kid by the name of Booni. Booni was known as the neighborhood dope
man. He was introduced to crack cocaine
at the age of fifteen. Not understanding
the repercussions behind that life style, he got involved in it, believing to
become rich someday. Booni was not
raised around narcotics. In fact,
growing up in a single parent home, his mother did not smoke cigarettes,
marijuana, drink alcohol, or use any kind of drugs. She did all in her power to provide for her two
sons; however, Booni was not content. He
did not appreciate his mother's sacrificial love; therefore, he started seeking
the so-called "Finer things in life."
It all started back in 1990, which was his second year of
high school, with no new school clothes, no lunch money, and despising his
friends and other people around him because of their materialistic items. He started searching for a way out of poverty
- a way to fit in with the crowd - a way to be noticed amongst his peers.
One day during his second year of high school, one of his
neighborhood friends approached him with what he thought to be the opportunity
of a lifetime. He said, "Booni, I
have a hundred dollars worth of crack cocaine; take it and bring me back
$60.00." Booni was so desperate - not even sure if he could sell it, and only
knowing a few people that used it - extended his hand and said, "Ok."
Because of his lack of experience, he made a couple of bad
decisions with that sack of drugs. But
persistence caused him to sell fake drugs, hoping to hustle up enough money to
buy some real drugs.
A few months later, Booni and another one of his
neighborhood friends was walking down a street when a guy in a jeep pulled up
and said, "Boon, do you want some work?" Without thinking twice, Booni said,
"Yeah."
