The next day at college I was on edge yet again. I didn’t really wanna meet up with fist but screw it. If it means I could save my ass then why not. After college I got I got into fist’s car and we headed off. He didn’t tell me what was happening or where we were going but I just went with it. It felt weirdly calm all of a sudden. It was like I was rolling around with a bredrin. We pulled up to a baron area with no one around. We got out of the car and started walking along the road to an old warehouse. Inside, there was a group of boys hanging about and chatting shit. Some were doing weed and some were gambling. It was like a room full of roadmen and women, almost like a movie. There was this don who sat by…