I remember

I remember. I know I remember. My psychiatrist and I talked about it and that’s what happened. I know it’s what happened. I’ve gone over it in my head. I’ve done neurohypnosis, it’s a new thing. But under hypnosis, I found it out. I remember. I know this is what happened.

But studies on memories . . . Scientists don’t always know what the fuck they’re talking about. On May 7, 1943 at 10:38 am, that’s when it happened and I’m going to go on the stand and testify under oath. I remember and those bastards are going to jail.

So, I used to live in a not so good neighborhood. I grew up in the ghetto and I was eight years old. Then, they were doing an initiation. Oh, wait, need to explain a whole lot of ghetto shit unless you want to go to urbandictionary.com/ and look up stuff like the difference between hommy and homie. Big difference.

So, according to DARE, which stands for Drug Abuse Resistance Education or Drugs Are Really Excellent. Anyway, according to DARE, the reason kids join gangs is because they want families and not all kids have real families since they’re abusive , absent, etc. So, they join a gang to make up for the absence or to have a family. But, you can’t just fill out an application and pay a fee to join a gang. Most people ain’t got no money to join no gang anyway. But, there’s an initiation. For women, the gang gang fucks her and she’s in, but ain’t no fags in our gang. Hell no. So, what they do is gang beats. All the gang kicks one guy’s ass and that’s what happened to me.

But they went too far. We was in the hood, and they went where no one was. Hell, half the houses here got boards on windows and hommies evicted and homeless. That’s why we all needs a second family for when the shit hits the fan we all gots each other’s asses. We also got each other’s asses if someone tries to kick one of our asses or try to kill us. We get money by selling shit at schools or kicking someone’s ass. Most us been in jail and ain’t no one gonna hire no one with no criminal record unless we be juveniles when we was arrested. Then, the gang still be protecting us from other gangs. Our gang’s called FNI, been around so long no one knows what FNI stands for no more.

But during my initiation shit went too far like my collar bone broke and they kicked me in the nuts That ain’t initiation shit, it’s bullshit, so I be pressing charges. I talked to me counselor, da lawyer, not me shrink. And me counselor collected evidence and got a warrant to that place. And he got a four n sick scientist to collect dona, spelled DNA, so we can stop these niggas from hurting other people. I know in a few years they be free, but then we be safe a while. Streets be safe a while. Until some us be homeless again. Then, what? The cycle be starting again.

But, I be taking these niggas to court. Me lawyer said we gots ourselves evidence to start and that scientist be finding more stuff for courts and we be getting these motherfuckers in jail. Then, I be safe and so be everyone else as long as there ain’t no evictions, but there be 211 for that now, if that be working. Government make us promises and they be lying and keep lying. I talked to my shrink and they be telling me I have anxiety, paranoia, or maybe both. But I remember what they taught me in school ‘bout syphilis and government shots and I be forced to get Covidina shot and the feds be tracking me. After this case, maybe I be suing them. Anyway, I remember what those niggas did to me in the initiation and where and we gonna win. There be this pretrial thing; counselor said it was about sufficient evidence for case or something, but they be handing it.

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Then, at home, me phone rings and it be my counselor, not the shrink one. He be saying the scientist ain’t find no DNA from me or the people I be suing anywhere in that there room. Is I sure it be the right room, the right floor, right place? Hell yea, I am. FNI must’ve got them some bleach or something. Counselor be saying he asked around and ain’t no one heard of no gang called FNI. Is I sure that be right? Yea, I remember. He named some other gangs, but no, man, it was FNI!!

Then he told me, for legal reasons, in court, they needed me to see some med doctor. Why? Maybe they be taking x-rays of me collar bone so they’d can see the damage. But, when I got there, they be having me sit in a waiting room and come in and piss in a cup. What? They think FNI gave me a Mickey all those years ago?

Then, I be asking the lady at the desk if they be doing any other tests and she said no, but to have a seat. WTF, man? But I sit down. Then, I grab me some coffee and put in yellow sugar and two creams. It be hot. I like it hot. Then, I hear a noise in the background. Light noise of sirens. I be hearing sirens all my life, but they be getting louder. Now, I ain’t the only one in the waiting room and this ain’t the only business round here, but after five minutes it be real loud. Then the door to the clinic be open and there be police and motherfuckers in white suits holding straitjackets and they be coming towards me. WTF? What I do? Why y’all coming to me.

They tell me I be high on illegal drugs. I ain’t take no drugs ‘cept what my doctor prescribed. They ask what pharmacy I got it at. I ain’t got it from no pharmacy, the shrink give me free samples. They asked the shrink’s name and I told them. They look it up and there ain’t no shrink and then they start putting the straight jacket on. Ain’t no jury. gonna believe no nigga on drugs. Damn it. Maybe I don’t remember