Being sucked into the lifestyle of gangs was inevitable if you ask me. Consequently, I started selling drugs and ditching out on school. Undeniably it was a fun period of my life; but it was guiding me into a direction that would have me homeless. My mother was always against the actions I made leading me into a gang. Between my mother and I there was one big fight that changed everything. As I remember, there was one argument that started as I was walking home, just after getting expelled from high school. While walking, I was in deep thought about what I would be
Running Head: MOVING TO LAS VEGAS going home to. I remember saying to myself, “Maybe mom hasn't found out yet, and I will be able to talk my way out of this.” As I walk through my front door, I immediately notice a few thousand blue ecstasy pills and money in a pile on the living room floor. About the same size pile of paraphernalia that I usually see under my mattress every night. My mother, sitting behind a pile of narcotics and cash, wasn't exactly pleased that I was selling ecstasy to a large group of students at my school. We argued for hours for what she found. I also heard, through many high pitched screams, that my principle wasn't thrilled either. Especially since it was the second time I got caught for the same reason. So it was agreed upon, all across the board, that I would no longer have a future at the school I was attending. The situation also created the last straw between my mother and I as well. Through countless arguments between the two of us, the conclusion was obvious. I'm now 18 and I continue to fail to abide by the rules of the house I was living in. I was getting kicked out of my house.
- Spring '11
- Management, Las Vegas, Illegal drug trade, Gang