Pros And Cons Of Bootlegs

I had never had people so willingly accept me into their group and I felt for the first time like people enjoyed my company. We’d go to Sugarloaf, the beach, Presque Isle, McDonald’s, Walmart and really everywhere else you could think of. Megan had a license and a car and we were able to go anywhere and do anything whenever we wanted. I liked that. Thinking back on our friendship, I think I was excited about the freedom my new ‘friends’ were granting me. I liked that. After hanging out with them for a few months, I felt uncomfortable with the stuff they were doing and talking about doing so I stopped hanging out with them. They didn’t seem to like that so they egged my car.

As I walk to the store to pick up snacks for the next half of the super bowl, I am trying to make it quick. I finally arrive at the store and quickly get my two favorite items, skittles and an ice tea. Thinking to myself that this is all I need, not knowing that it would be my last meal. On the walk back home, I have a feeling that I am being followed. I speed up. I turn around to find that a grown Hispanic man, mid-age, and heavily built is in fact, following me. In my head, I just want to make it home safely. Every move I make, he makes the same moves. Finally I turn around, quite nervous, to see if there was a problem. Next thing I know, we are on the ground fighting. Here I am, seventeen years old, up against a man

You’re paranoid. Someone’s got an evil decree out against you? Really? You’re that important? No you’re not. Bad luck is bad luck, it happens to everyone. And if you’d stop playing the victim and manifesting your own downfall into your life because you’re used to it, maybe things would pick up for once. You’d be able to drop that nasty gourd eating habit of yours - an added bonus.

We got to our destination, picked a hoe, my gloves, my rag, my hat and exited the bus. Our job was to clean all the weeds around the pumpkins. We began to work I had no previous experience using a hoe. I started to fall behind. Bending over too much to yank out the weeds I saw the others advance. That’s when I remembered what the boss said before getting on the bus. “Those who cannot keep up with the group will be laid off.” As time went by the hotter it got. Midway through the day a woman fainted from dehydration. “Esta agua está lo suficientemente caliente para tomar un café “ said an old man. I think at least 4 people quit that day. My first time going to the bathroom there was hideous it smelled so bad one could barely breathe without getting nausea. Their wasn’t a specific bathroom for men or women. As days went by I started to go faster. I couldn’t have done it without the tips from the experienced workers. “Hazlo asi” they would say. 2 weeks pasted and we got our check. A 16-year-old told me he put down 6 dependents on his application. One hot day our supervisor asked the owner of the farm why they put ice more often in the water they gave us and the owner said “It’s better than

I’m from the infamous Chicago, IL which has many nicknames like chi-city, windy city and chi-raq etc. I don’t live in the area of Chicago where all the tourist go and take pictures and stay in fancy hotels. I live in Washington Heights/West Pullman which is located right on the border of the Morgan Park and Beverly area on the South Side. Even though I live so close to these nice and historic areas, the differences are very clear. I wouldn’t consider my neighborhood the hood, but it has its “hood” aspects. During the nights I do hear gunshots and see gang's all around, but a lot of the people who live here in my neighborhood are nice working class people. My neighborhood is different from what you would think it would be like. I don’t hear gun shoots everyday I lay my head down to go to sleep and I can walk to the Corner store

My family and I traveled to Six Flags this summer for a family vacation. Six Flags is located outside of Atlanta,Georgia. While traveling to Six Flags we stopped at the Birmingham Zoo. when going down the Goliath,I panicked and started to scream.We rode another roller coaster and my fear became more magnified. We also rode the bumper cars and my brother ran into me. We didn't want to spend our summer patrolling the neighborhood on our scooters. We also went because we didn't work interfering with our family time. We wanted to go somewhere fun and exciting. While dinning at our vacation this summer we saw a chef chopping vegtables. The weekend we went to Six Flags qualified as a vacation.On our trip to Six Flags my brother interfered with

I lived in Detroit before I had to move to Cleveland because I got expelled from high school. I’m an African-American 16 year old who is a greedy, and is a mean drug dealer. I used to be a good kid, but when I killed my parents the adrenaline in my body produced my true colors. When I came across a garden, something then caught my eyes: a teenager who looked like he was planting marijuana. Then a devious plan showed up in my brain. My plan was to befriend that teenager, who would then work with me in selling marijuana. I went into the garden straight to that teenager.

Ever since i was a kid, my parents always told me to never steal anything and never do any piracy. That is one thing that I still and always will follow my entire life. When I was a kid, I stole a candy bar and my parents caught me. I got in big trouble. I had to My day was as normal as ever, after work I came home around 7 p.m. and i'm going to the bar now. I went to “Kevin’s Bar’ and bought myself a $20 drink. I had only $30 left before i was out of money. All the girls saw me buy that expensive drink for myself, seeing that I was at self-pity and they all repelled away from me. Those $30 extra dollars that I had was gone in 10 minutes of self-pity. I was starting to get really drowsy here and there being at the bar for hours and hours. I eventually approached the girls at the V.I.P. area, but they all ignored me and was being dragged away.I got drowsy again. The last thing I heard was screaming and arguing from the girls before the door closed . Something came into my hands before I was dragged away, but i don’t know what it is, anyway I didn't care as long as i got home. I called my wife to bring me home who was later that

When I was in my teens, I got into a gang and caused lots of problems all over Maycomb County. The stories that go around about it, have most likely been altered. My friends and I stole a car and were driving around the square when the sheriff tried to arrest us. Obviously, nobody wanted to go to jail and since we were “bad” kids, we locked him in the outhouse. The children that live a few houses down the street and the entire community never came around my house. I've heard from my father and brother that the neighbors think i'm 6 and a half feet tall, have rotting yellow teeth, eat raw animals and am mentally insane. When I was in my 30’s, I was sitting in the livingroom cutting out articles and different pictures for my scrap book and when my father walked by me I drove

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I look like a thief? I was stopped 3 times in one week at Walmart and accused of stealing each time when in fact I’ve never stolen anything in my life. I was also accused of stealing at the mall two police officers stopped me and asked for a receipt because they thought I had stolen my dress that I recently bought.

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Despite its location, Dot’s Donuts shop was about to get famous. My friend named Luke just opened his first shop that sold donuts. Luke is a very nice guy he will help you any way he can. The way he started his donuts shop is his mom passed away and she left him the ingredients to make the donuts. We got his shop set up and ready for opening but the funny thing was the shop was around a lot of hot dog shops so we would get a lot more money. A couple of weeks has went by and everything was going good but one day out of the blue Luke got a phone call. He put it on speaker phone and they said ‘i have talked to the other hot dog shops and we think you should move your shop somewhere else because you are taking our money and people’! Luke said ‘i

As I am looking out the window, the train passes by for the last time. We live directly behind the railroad tracks; everyday we hear the same annoying train pass by. I am happy that we are moving out of this neighborhood. It's sad to say, but there were days when I didn't want to walk across the street because I would have to deal with the low-life drug dealers and crackheads. All day long the crackheads would stand across my street in front of the store, drink, act foolish, and waste away to practically nothing. The drug dealers would stand out there from the time I went school until late at night. They never tried to sell drugs to me, but I hated looking at them. They thought that selling drugs was the only way to make money,

     I haven’t adapted to society since then. I walk and write my thoughts in a red wrinkled journal I keep in my backpack that a carry everywhere. I have come to the fact of not caring about many things. I go to Safeway and fill my pockets full of donuts with sprinkles, which are my favorite, and proceed to walk out not caring if someone stops me. They wont throw me in jail for donuts and if they did it wont change anything it is just another place to add to my journal.