The Impactor Issue 25
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Dwight Scott was not looking to be a hero, he was looking to be a man. He had just helped his comrades Super Ball and Iro L7 take down a drug deal, and was trusted to dispose of the bag of cocaine. However, he took the bag back to his room instead, where it sat as he tried to write a paper. Unable to focus, he got drunk and started doing the cocaine, quickly becoming addicted. Over the next week, he did more and more drugs, stealing from busts and eventually buying from gangs, needing heroin to get his "super hero rush."
The Impactor Issue 25
- 1. Mark Glatt Part XXV Twenty Five 25 Dwight Scott was not looking to be a hero …. … He was looking to be a man Presents
- 2. We had just taken out another crime scene. By we, I mean myself, Super Ball and Iro L7. By crime scene, I mean a drug deal held by some criminals who I would not bust on my own terms but found myself taking care of because my two comrades chose to. They knew that I was not usually into busting drug deals. The reason is because I go out to stop from hurting others so they do not have to go through anything like what I had gone through even though they had explained to me that dealing will eventually hurt people who will eventually die. Still, I was in this business more for myself than for other people.
- 3. After we busted the group, Super Ball and Iro L7 took them down town while they trusted me to get rid of the bag of cocaine. They explained to me how I must do this. Still, because this was so new to me, I took the cocaine up to my room with me. I thought I would just leave it there. I thought I would finish my paper first and then take the drugs away. I started writing my paper. “The reason urban areas and sub urban areas have different rates of crime”… There was the bag of drugs, just sitting there, doing nothing. Sitting there doing nothing. “The reason for the different levels of wealth in the urban areas and the sub urban areas would be that they are populated differently in…” Nothing would come to me. No ideas. No ideas whatsoever. Whatsoever, nothing. At all. “We live in a world where”… The bag of drugs was just sitting there. “In this world we have to…”
- 4. I got drunk. Then I started to type. Getting drunk did not make the typing any better. Sure I typed more but what I typed looked more like asdoifjs’dfoiwjeo’fijas’foij ds … … …… …… …. …. …….. …. …. …… …… Everything went wild. Everything went wild. I picked up the bag of drugs. I got out a straw. I snorted the cocaine. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
- 5. Over the next week I did more and more of it. When the bag was finished, I snuck some more back to my room after every drug bust that I could get involved in. Eventually, I even started buying some off of the street. Many gangs were surprised. Many big bad gangs were surprised and shocked and shocked to see The Impactor finding out from them were he can get some drugs. The Impactor needed to some drugs so he could get that big super hero rush. And the, eventually, he needed some heroin....
- 6. Over the next week I did more and more of it. When the bag was finished, I snuck some more back to my room after every drug bust that I could get involved in. Eventually, I even started buying some off of the street. Many gangs were surprised. Many big bad gangs were surprised and shocked and shocked to see The Impactor finding out from them were he can get some drugs. The Impactor needed to some drugs so he could get that big super hero rush. And the, eventually, he needed some heroin....