 crammed Ellerston Road, grooving to music selections played by the island's number one sound-system, Stone-Love International. Children played on rides, street vendors sold various food items and merchandise. The day's event was an obvious success.

Occupying an entire section on the road, along with a local Rae Town gang known as the Untouchables, Errol and his crew eyed the event's attendees in an earnest search for foes. Scoping the dense multitude, the Tel Aviv hoods grew tense when Southside gangsters emerged on the scene, led by Desmond.

"That's that nigga Dezzie," mentioned a few Tel Aviv hoods in unison.

Everyone's attention turned to Desmond and the Faucet Lane gang, who walked through the street's center in a browbeat manner.

Errol had not seen Desmond in sometime. Word had been circulating about the latter's newfound repute and disdain for Tel Aviv. Their friendship was in a questionable state following Roger's assault. He was being blamed for the infraction. Finally able to explain his take on what occurred, he approached Desmond.

"Pussy, back the fuck up!" shouted Desmond, stepping back a few feet and taking out a gun.

Errol paused when Desmond pulled a weapon. His cronies instantly sprung into action, drawing weapons and aiming at the Southside boss.

Desmond pierced Errol as his soldiers matched the stance of the Tel Aviv gang, aiming weapons at _their_ boss.

Pandemonium ensued as civilians dispersed in every direction in a desperate attempt to get out of the armed gangs way.

"Dezzie, this is what things have come to?" Errol asked, hurt by Desmond's disregard of their friendship.

"You and your friends tried killing Roger. That means we are no longer friends," spat Desmond.

"I had nothing to do with that, family."

"We are no family. We are enemies."

Errol was in disbelief. Desmond's words seemingly pierced his heart. They'd come from so far, been through so many things together, only for their friendship to come to a crashing end. _Damn._

__ He wanted to explain further, but, it was obvious, Desmond was reluctant to resolve the matter.

"Okay, Dezzie. It is
crammed Ellerston Road, grooving to music selections played by the island's numeral one strait - system, Stone - Love International. Children played on ride, street vendors sold versatile food detail and merchandise. The day's consequence was an obvious achiever. 

 Occupying an entire incision on the road, along with a local Rae Town gang known as the Untouchables, Errol and his gang eyed the event's attendees in an earnest search for foes. Scoping the dense battalion, the Tel Aviv hoods grew tense when Southside gangsters issue on the scene, led by Desmond. 

 " That's that nigga Dezzie, " mention a few Tel Aviv hoods in unison. 

 Everyone's care turned to Desmond and the Faucet Lane crowd, who walked through the street's center in a browbeat manner. 

 Errol had not seen Desmond in sometime. Word had been circulating about the latter's newfound repute and condescension for Tel Aviv. Their friendship was in a questionable state following Roger's assault. He was being blamed for the infraction. ultimately able to explain his take on what occurred, he approached Desmond. 

 " Pussy, back the fuck up! " shouted Desmond, stepping back a few feet and taking out a gun. 

 Errol paused when Desmond pull a weapon. His cronies instantly sprung into legal action, drawing weapons and aiming at the Southside knob. 

 Desmond pierced Errol as his soldiers matched the stance of the Tel Aviv crowd, aiming weapons at _ their _ boss. 

 Pandemonium ensued as civilians dispersed in every direction in a desperate attempt to get out of the armed gangs way. 

 " Dezzie, this is what things have derive to? " Errol asked, ache by Desmond's disregard of their friendship. 

 " You and your friends tried killing Roger. That means we are no longer friend, " spat Desmond. 

 " I had nothing to do with that, family. " 

 " We are no family. We are enemies. " 

 Errol was in disbelief. Desmond's words apparently pierced his heart. They'd come from so far, been through so many thing together, merely for their friendship to come to a doss end. _ Damn. _ 

 _ _ He want to explain further, but, it was obvious, Desmond was loath to resolve the matter. 

 " Okay, Dezzie. It is
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"Dezzie, tiis is whwt tyingw have zume to?" Errol axked, hurt by Desmone's disregard of thcir ftisndship.

"You and vuoe friends triec kkllynh Coger. Dhat means wa ard nu longdr friends," woat Cesmond.

"I had nothing to so with that, familu."

"Wc are no damily. Wq are enemies."

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__ He wanted uo explain fucther, fut, it wav obvious, Desmond waw reluctant to rexolve the matter.

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 crammed Ellerston Road, groovIng to music SelecTioNs pLaYed bY the Island's number oNE souNd-system, Stone-Love InterNatioNaL. chilDReN playEd on ridES, sTREet VeNdOrs SoLD vAriouS foOd items And merchanDisE. THe day's event wAS aN obvious suCceSs.

Occupying aN enTire seCtIon ON the rOad, Along With a lOCal Rae town gang kNoWN as the uNtouchaBLEs, erroL and his crew eyed thE EvENt's attendees in An earnEsT SeARCh fOr fOes. Scoping ThE densE MultituDE, tHE tEl AVIv hoods grew teNse when SoutHSidE gangsTeRs eMErged oN the sCeNE, leD by Desmond.

"THat's That nigga dezzie," MEntioneD A few Tel aviv hoOds In uNisoN.

evErYonE's ATteNTiOn tURneD to DesmoNd AnD the FAuceT lANE ganG, whO walKed thRough the streeT's cEnteR In a BrowbEat maNner.

erRol haD not seEn DesMoNd in sometime. WorD had Been circuLatInG abOuT the lATter's nEwfOunD repute And disdAIn fOr tEL avIv. Their friendship wAs IN A qUestionaBle staTE fOlLOwing RogEr'S asSaulT. hE was bEing BLaMed for thE infraCTiOn. finally AbLe to exPlAin His Take oN What OccurrEd, he apprOacheD desmond.

"Pussy, baCK the fuck up!" shoUTeD dEsMOnd, sTepPing back a feW feeT And tAkinG OuT a gUN.

ErroL pausEd WHeN desmond pulled a weapoN. HIs cronIes inStantly sprung Into action, DRAWing weapOns aND aIMing at the SouthSide bOss.

Desmond PIerced ErRol as His soldiErs matcheD THe stance Of tHe TEl AViv GANg, Aiming weapons AT _TheiR_ bOss.

PandEmoNium ensUed As cIviLiaNs Dispersed In every dIrEcTiOn In a DespeRAte attemPt To gEt Out Of the ARmed gaNgs waY.

"DezZiE, tHIs iS what thINgS HAve cOmE tO?" ErrOl aSkEd, hurT by DESmoNd's disrEgard of thEir FRienDsHiP.

"You and Your friends trIeD killing RoGeR. ThAt meanS WE are no loNger friends," spat Desmond.

"I HAd nothiNg tO do wiTh thAt, family."

"WE arE no famIly. wE are enEmies."

ERrol wAs In dISBelieF. dEsMonD's Words seemiNGLy pIerceD hIs heArt. They'D come from so far, been THroUgh so many thinGs tOgetHER, oNly FOr THeiR fRIenDSHip to come to a craShing end. _DaMn._

__ hE wAnted to expLAin FuRther, buT, it was oBviouS, desmond Was reluctAnt to resoLvE the MATteR.

"Okay, DezziE. It is
 crammed Ellerston Road, g rooving to  musi c s ele ct ions  pla yed by the isl a nd's  number one sound-syst em, S to n e-Lo v eInter nationa l .C h ild re npla ye d  o n rid es,  street  vendors s old  v arious foodi te ms and mer cha ndise. The d ay' s even twas an ob vio us su ccess. 
Occup ying an e nt i re sec t ion ont h eroad , along with a lo c al Rae Town gangknownas th e Unt ouc hables, Er ro l and his cre w  e y e d  th e  event's atte ndees in an ear nest s ea rch for fo es. S co p ing  the densemult itude, th e TelA viv hoo d s grewtensewhe n S outh s id egan gs t ers em erg e d o n the sc en e,  ledby D e s m o nd.
"T hat' s tha t nigga Dezzi e,"  men t ion ed afew T el A vi v hoo ds inuniso n. 

Everyone's at tent ion turne d t oDes mo nd an d  the F auc etLane ga ng, who wal ke d t hr ough the street'sce n t er  in a br owbeat ma nn e r.

Erro lhad  not s een D esmo n din somet ime. W o rd  h ad been  c ircula ti ngabo ut th e  lat ter'snewfound  repu t e and disdainf or Tel Aviv.T he i r  f r iend shi p was in aques t iona bles ta tef ollow ing R og e r' s  assault. He was be in g blam ed fo r the infract ion. Final l y able toexpl a in his take on wh at oc curred, he approach ed De smond.
"Pussy, b a c k the fu ckup! " s hou t e dDesmond, step p i ng b ac k a few  fe et andtak ing  ou t a  g un.

Erro l paused  w he nDe smo nd pu l led a we ap on.  H iscroni e s inst antly  spr un gi nto  action ,  d r a wing  w ea pons  an daimin g at the  Souths ide boss. 

D e smon dpi erced E rrol as his s ol diers matc he d t he sta n c e of the  Tel Aviv gang, aimingw eaponsat_thei r_ b oss.

Pan dem oniumens u ed ascivili ans d is per s e d ine v er y d ir ection ina des perat eatte mpt toget out of the arm e d g angs way.

"D ezz ie,t h is  is wh a t t hi n gsh a ve come to?" Er rol asked,  h u rt  by Desmon d 'sdi sregard  of the ir fr i endship .

"You a nd your f ri ends t rie d killingRoger. T hat means we ar e  n o lon ger  frien ds ,"spatDesmon d .
"I ha d noth in g to d o wit hthat, fa mily."

"We are no fami ly. We  areene mies."

E rro l  wa s in disb elie f. Desmond 'swor ds se emi n gly p ierc e dhis heart . Th e y'd comef ro m s o fa r, been thr o u g h s o man y t h ings t oget her, only for the i r friendship t o co m e  to  ac rash in g end. _Damn._ 

_ _H e  wantedto  explain fu rther, b ut ,  it w as obv ious,Desmond w as reluct anttoresolve t hema t ter.

" Ok ay ,  Dezzi e. I tis
 crammed_Ellerston Road,_grooving to music selections_played by_the_island's number_one_sound-system, Stone-Love International._Children played on_rides, street vendors sold_various food items_and_merchandise. The day's event was an obvious success.

Occupying an entire section on the road,_along_with a_local_Rae_Town gang known as the_Untouchables, Errol and his crew_eyed the_event's attendees in an earnest search for foes._Scoping_the dense multitude,_the Tel Aviv hoods grew tense when Southside gangsters_emerged on the scene, led by_Desmond.

"That's that nigga_Dezzie,"_mentioned_a few Tel Aviv_hoods in unison.

Everyone's attention turned to_Desmond and the Faucet Lane gang,_who walked through the street's center in_a browbeat manner.

Errol had not seen_Desmond in sometime. Word had_been circulating_about the latter's newfound repute_and disdain for_Tel Aviv._Their friendship was_in a questionable state following Roger's_assault. He was_being blamed for the infraction. Finally_able_to explain his_take_on_what occurred,_he approached Desmond.

"Pussy,_back_the fuck_up!"_shouted Desmond, stepping back a few_feet_and taking out a gun.

Errol paused when_Desmond pulled a weapon._His_cronies instantly sprung into_action, drawing weapons and aiming_at the Southside boss.

Desmond pierced Errol_as his_soldiers matched_the stance of the Tel Aviv gang, aiming weapons at _their__boss.

Pandemonium ensued as civilians dispersed in_every direction in a_desperate attempt_to_get out of_the_armed gangs_way.

"Dezzie, this is what things have come_to?" Errol_asked, hurt by Desmond's disregard of_their friendship.

"You and your_friends_tried killing Roger. That means we_are no longer friends," spat Desmond.

"I_had nothing to do with_that,_family."

"We_are no family. We are_enemies."

Errol was in disbelief. Desmond's words_seemingly pierced his_heart. They'd come from so far, been_through_so many things together, only for_their_friendship to come to a crashing_end.__Damn._

___He wanted to explain further,_but, it was obvious, Desmond was_reluctant to resolve the matter.

"Okay, Dezzie. It is