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Mar 2015
I was born into nothing, I came from a broken home. My mother had 9 children I had nothing to call my own. I cut my teeth on violence and my best friend was a gun. From the grit and dirt of poverty I fought to become #1. I got my first scar when I was just 11 and by 14 I had made my own rep. I had 2 bodies on a slab and no one would mess with me. I found that money equaled power so I did what I had to do. I bought and sold peoples lives just to make it through. From behind the sights of a 9 I see the world go by. With a few grams of the right ****, I can get the whole world high. In the spirit of capitalism, I live for the dollar that brought me out of the streets. From the war zone that was my neighborhood, I walk to a different beat. At 21 I got caught up because of some weak *** little snitch. By 22 I was walking free because someone found him face down in a ditch. This is not the path I chose, this is just the way of my life. I survived the circumstances to which I was born to rise up from the street and take what I wanted from life.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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