 came to memory. They waited for Errol to come out a shop on East Queen Street and fired multiple rounds at him once he exited. Errol engaged them in a shootout before disappearing into Tel Aviv.

Flash.

A conversation with Roger came to mind, in which his friend was begging him to leave drugs alone and stay clear of the limelight.

"There's no need to be on the front line, Dezzie. We've already paved the way. Just fall back," Roger had said.

But, as usual, he did not listen to Roger. He smoked half of an eight ball right after the conversation and went on a killing spree.

Flash.

Feeling everything closing in on him, feeling death approaching, Desmond did something he never did before.

He prayed.

He prayed for God to forgive him for his sins. He prayed for God to forgive him for all the unwarranted murders; robberies; assaults; attempted murders he committed. He prayed for a next chance at life; he promised God he would put down the gun. He prayed for his mother; Roger; his friends; the youths he led astray back in Jamaica, in Brooklyn. He prayed for the mothers, fathers, and families he caused grief. He prayed for the souls he untimely laid to rest. He prayed and prayed. And then, finally, he began to come to.

His blurry vision gradually cleared up. A sobbing Gun Gal sat on top of him shaking his body. The hurt in her eyes showed how much she cared for him.

"Alright, Gun Gal, I'm here," he said in a slur.

Gun Gal stopped shaking Desmond and stared at him, relieved. Unable to control her emotions, she began to pound on his chest with closed fists while sobbing. She thought she lost him. She was almost certain the drugs were the reason for Desmond's convulsion and was upset he did not listen to her about not taking drugs.

"Cool, baby," said Desmond, finding the strength to grab Gun Gal's hands.

"I told you to leave the crack alone, now look! You nearly died on me!" Gun Gal screamed out, while struggling to break free of Desmond's grip.

"I'm done with it, Gun Gal. Believe me, I'm through," said Desmond, staring deep into Gun Gal's eyes. "
came to memory. They waited for Errol to come out a shop on East Queen Street and fire multiple round at him once he exited. Errol engaged them in a shootout before vanish into Tel Aviv. 

 Flash. 

 A conversation with Roger came to mind, in which his ally was begging him to leave drug alone and last out clear of the limelight. 

 " There's no indigence to be on the front line, Dezzie. We've already paved the means. barely fall back, " Roger had said. 

 But, as usual, he did not listen to Roger. He smoked one-half of an eight ball right after the conversation and went on a kill spree. 

 Flash. 

 Feeling everything closing in on him, feel death approach, Desmond did something he never did before. 

 He prayed. 

 He prayed for God to forgive him for his sin. He prayed for God to forgive him for all the unwarranted murders; robberies; assaults; try murders he committed. He prayed for a next chance at life; he promised God he would put down the gun. He prayed for his mother; Roger; his friend; the youths he led wide back in Jamaica, in Brooklyn. He pray for the mother, fathers, and families he caused grief. He prayed for the souls he untimely laid to remainder. He prayed and prayed. And then, finally, he began to come to. 

 His blurry imagination gradually cleared up. A sobbing Gun Gal sat on top of him judder his soundbox. The hurt in her eyes showed how a lot she cared for him. 

 " Alright, Gun Gal, I'm here, " he said in a slur. 

 Gun Gal stopped shaking Desmond and stared at him, relieved. Unable to control her emotion, she began to pound on his chest with closed fists while sob. She thought she lost him. She was almost certain the drug were the reason for Desmond's convulsion and was overturned he did not listen to her about not taking drug. 

 " Cool, baby, " said Desmond, finding the strength to grab Gun Gal's hands. 

 " I told you to leave the crack alone, now look! You about died on me! " Gun Gal screamed out, while contend to break free of Desmond's bobby pin. 

 " I'm done with it, Gun Gal. Believe me, I'm through, " said Desmond, star deep into Gun Gal's eyes. "
 cale to memory. They waited for Errol to come out a shol on Easg Queen Street and fired mulviplw roubds at him once he exiged. Errol engaged then in a shoovkut before diawppecrmng into Tel Avlv.

Flash.

A cotversation witv Foyer came to mind, in which his friend was bebglng him to leade dguds amone and stay clear of the limeliggt.

"There'v no need to ne on the front line, Dezzif. We'ge already paved tje way. Just falj back," Roger fad said.

Buu, cs usual, he did not listen to Roger. He smoyed hclf of an eugyt hdll right ahter tre conversatlpn and went om a killing spvee.

Flesh.

Fweling everything cloving in on him, feejing deatv cpproaching, Desmond dud somejhing he vwvef djd bsfore.

Hf pcayed.

He praged for God to forgive him for hyw sins. He praged fow Dod to forgive him for all the unwarranued mhrders; robberies; assaulrs; attempted murders je commiteed. He prayed for a next chance at life; he promisad Gov fe ciuld oyt down the gun. He prayed for his mother; Roger; rjs fgiends; the youths he led asttaj nwck in Jamaicx, in Bxkoilyn. He prayed for the mojhers, dathers, agd fsmilies he caused grief. He prayed for tke wouls he untimely paid to resc. He ptayed snd prayed. And then, finclly, hs began to fome to.

Hia blurry vision gfadlallf cleared up. A sobbing Gun Gal sat in tpp of hkm snaking his body. Hhe hmst in her eyes shoaed hlw much she fared for him.

"Alright, Gun Gal, I'm here," he said on a vlur.

Gun Yal stppped shaking Desmond and sjared at kim, reuieved. Unagle to rontrol her qmotions, she tggan to pound on his shesr wirh closda fists while xobbing. Skt thought whe lost him. She wes aujost certain thz erugs were the tearon flr Dqvmond's convunsiov avc was upset he dld vot kisten to her about tot faking drugs.

"Cool, bsbn," said Dewmond, figding the strrngth to grab Gun Hal's iands.

"I told yoo to leave the crack alone, now mook! You jeavly died on mq!" Guk Gaj screamed out, while struggling to break free of Vesmond's grip.

"I'm done wirh it, Gun Gal. Beliere me, I'm throngh," sayd Desmong, staring deep into Tun Gal's eyes. "
came to memory. They waited for Errol out shop on Queen Street and once exited. Errol engaged in a shootout disappearing into Tel Aviv. Flash. A with Roger came to mind, in which his friend was begging him to drugs alone and stay clear of the limelight. "There's no need to be the line, We've paved the way. Just fall back," Roger had said. But, as usual, he did not listen Roger. He smoked half of an eight ball after the conversation and on a killing spree. Flash. everything in on feeling approaching, did something he did before. He prayed. He prayed for God to forgive him for his sins. He prayed for to forgive all the murders; assaults; murders he committed. for a next chance at life; he would put down the gun. He prayed his mother; his friends; the youths he led back in Jamaica, in Brooklyn. He prayed for mothers, fathers, and families he caused grief. He prayed for the souls he untimely laid He prayed and prayed. then, finally, he to to. blurry gradually cleared A sobbing Gun Gal sat on top of him shaking his The hurt in her eyes showed how much she cared "Alright, Gal, I'm here," said in a slur. Gal shaking Desmond and stared relieved. to she to on his chest with fists while sobbing. She thought lost him. She was the reason for Desmond's convulsion and was upset did not listen to her about not drugs. "Cool, baby," said Desmond, finding the strength to grab Gun Gal's "I told leave the crack alone, now look! You nearly on me!" Gun Gal out, while struggling to break free of Desmond's grip. done it, Gun Believe me, I'm said Desmond, staring into Gun Gal's
 came to memory. They waited for errol to comE out a ShoP on eaSt QuEen STreet and fired mULtipLe rounds at him once he exiTed. ErRoL EngaGEd Them iN a shootOUt BEForE dIsAppEaRInG into tel aviv.

FlaSh.

A conversAtiOn With Roger camE To Mind, in whicH hiS friend was beGgiNg him tO lEavE Drugs AloNe and Stay clEAr of thE limelighT.

"THEre's no NEed to be ON ThE froNt line, Dezzie. We've aLReADy paved the way. JUst falL bACk," rOGer Had Said.

But, as uSuAl, he dID not lisTEn TO rOgeR. he smoked half oF an eight balL RigHt afteR tHe cONversaTion aNd WEnt On a killing sPree.

flash.

FeelIng eveRYthing cLOsing in On him, fEelIng DeatH ApPrOacHiNG, DeSMoNd dID soMething hE nEvEr did BefoRE.

hE PrayEd.

HE praYed foR God to forgive Him For hIS siNs. He pRayed For GOd To forGive hiM for aLl The unwarranted mUrdeRs; robberiEs; aSsAulTs; AttemPTed murDerS he CommittEd. He praYEd fOr A NEXt Chance at life; he promIsED goD he would Put dowN ThE gUN. He prayeD fOr hIs moTHEr; RogEr; hiS FrIends; the Youths HE lEd Astray bAcK in JamAiCa, iN BrOoklyN. he prAyed foR the mothErs, faTHers, and familieS He caused grief. hE pRAYeD For tHe sOuls he untimEly lAId to Rest. hE pRayED and pRayed. anD ThEN, finally, he began to coMe To.

His bLurry Vision gradualLy cleared uP. a SObbing GuN Gal SAt ON top of him shakiNg his Body. The hurT In her eyeS showEd how mucH she cared FOR him.

"AlriGht, gun gal, i'm hERE," hE said in a slur.

GUN gal sToPped shaKinG DesmonD anD stAreD at HiM, relieved. unable to CoNtRoL hEr eMotioNS, she begaN tO poUnD on His chESt with CloseD fisTs WhILe sObbing. SHE tHOUght ShE lOst hIm. SHe Was alMost CErtAin the dRugs were tHe rEAson FoR DEsmond's Convulsion and WaS upset he diD nOt lIsten tO HEr about nOt taking drugs.

"Cool, baby," saID DesmonD, fiNding The sTrength to GraB Gun GaL's hANds.

"I toLd you tO leavE tHe cRACk aloNE, NoW loOk! you nearly dIED on Me!" Gun gaL scrEamed ouT, while struggling to BReaK free of DesmonD's gRip.

"I'M DOnE wiTH iT, gun gaL. belIEVe me, I'm through," saId Desmond, sTaRInG deep into GUN GaL's Eyes. "
 came to memory. They wait ed for Err ol to  co meou t ashop  on East Queen Stre et and fired multipleround sa t hi m  o nce h e exite d .E r rol  e ng age dt he m ina s hootout  before di sap pe aring into T e lAviv.

Fla sh. 

A conversa tio n with  R oge r  came  to  mind , in w h ich hi s friendwa s  beggi n g him t o le avedrugs alone and s t ay clear of the l imelig ht . 
" T her e's  no need t obe on the fro n tl i n e,D ezzie. We'vealready pav e d t he way .Jus t  fallback, "R oge r had said. 

Bu t, as usu al, he did not listento Rog er.  He  smo k ed  h alf  o f  an ei ght bal l rightaf te r the  con v e r s atio n a nd w ent o n a killing s pre e.
F las h.

F eelin g ev er ythin g clos ing i non him, feeling  dea th approa chi ng , D es mondd id som eth ing  he nev er didb efo re . He  prayed.

He praye df o rGod to f orgive hi mf or his s in s.He p r a yed f or G o dto forgi ve him fo rall the  u nwarra nt edmur ders; robb eries;  assault s; at t empted murders he committed. He p ra y ed f ora next chan ce a t  lif e; h e  p rom i sed G od he  w o ul d  put down the gun.He  praye d for  his mother;Roger; his f r iends; t he y o ut h s he led astra y bac k in Jamai c a, in Br ookly n. He pr ayed fort h e mother s,fat her s,a n dfamilies he c a u sedgr ief. He  pr ayed fo r t hesou lshe  untimely  laid to  r es t.  H e p rayed and pray ed . A nd  th en, f i nally,  he b egan  t oc ome  to.

H i sb l urry  v is iongra du allyclea r edup. A s obbing Gu n G a l sa ton  top of  him shakinghi s body. Th ehur t in h e r  eyes sh owed how much she cared for him .
"Alri ght,  Gun Gal,  I' m here ,"h e said  in aslur. 
Gun G al st o p pe d s ha king Desmo n d  an d sta re d at  him, r elieved. Unable to con trol her emot ion s, s h e  b ega n  t o  po un d  on h is chest with c losed fist sw hi le sobbing .  Sh ethought  she lo st hi m . She w as almost  certainth e dr u g s w ere the re ason for  Desmond' s  conv u ls ion a ndwas up se t h e did  not l i ste n toher ab ou t nottakin gdrugs.
"Cool, baby," said Desm ond, f indin g t he streng tht o g rab Gun G al's  hands.

" I t old  youtol eavethec ra cka lone,  now look! You ne arl y di ed on me!"G u n  Ga l scr eam e d out,  whi le struggling tob reak free of D esmo n d 'sgri p .

" I' m done with it , G un G al. Beli ev e me, I'm t hrough,"  s a id De smond,  stari ng deep i nt o  Gun G al's  ey es. "
 came_to memory._They waited for Errol_to come_out_a shop_on_East Queen Street_and fired multiple_rounds at him once_he exited. Errol_engaged_them in a shootout before disappearing into Tel Aviv.

Flash.

A conversation with Roger came to_mind,_in which_his_friend_was begging him to leave_drugs alone and stay clear_of the_limelight.

"There's no need to be on the front_line,_Dezzie. We've already_paved the way. Just fall back," Roger had said.

But,_as usual, he did not listen_to Roger. He_smoked_half_of an eight ball_right after the conversation and went_on a killing spree.

Flash.

Feeling everything closing_in on him, feeling death approaching, Desmond_did something he never did before.

He_prayed.

He prayed for God to_forgive him_for his sins. He prayed_for God to_forgive him_for all the_unwarranted murders; robberies; assaults; attempted murders_he committed. He_prayed for a next chance at_life;_he promised God_he_would_put down_the gun. He_prayed_for his_mother;_Roger; his friends; the youths he_led_astray back in Jamaica, in Brooklyn. He_prayed for the mothers,_fathers,_and families he caused_grief. He prayed for the_souls he untimely laid to rest._He prayed_and prayed._And then, finally, he began to come to.

His blurry vision gradually_cleared up. A sobbing Gun Gal_sat on top of_him shaking_his_body. The hurt_in_her eyes_showed how much she cared for him.

"Alright,_Gun Gal,_I'm here," he said in a_slur.

Gun Gal stopped shaking_Desmond_and stared at him, relieved. Unable_to control her emotions, she began_to pound on his chest_with_closed_fists while sobbing. She thought_she lost him. She was almost_certain the drugs_were the reason for Desmond's convulsion and_was_upset he did not listen to_her_about not taking drugs.

"Cool, baby," said_Desmond,_finding_the strength to grab Gun_Gal's hands.

"I told you to leave_the crack alone, now look! You nearly died on_me!" Gun Gal_screamed out, while struggling to_break_free_of Desmond's grip.

"I'm done with it, Gun Gal. Believe me,_I'm through,"_said Desmond, staring_deep into Gun Gal's eyes. "