A Vincy Story “Two Spliffs and a Gun”

Standard English Interpretation:

 This is a true confession I’m about to share. 

I was sitting in a certain place when a friend of mine came and sat next to me. We decided to roll two spliffs and smoke. While we were reasoning (talking deeply) about life, he told me he was really broke, his child's mother was arguing with him, and he didn’t have a job.

He showed me a Glock (gun) and said he felt like robbing people or even shooting someone to get money. I told him, “No man, it’s not worth it. Don’t go down that road.”

So we got up and started walking home since we lived in the same village. On the way, we passed through a certain area and then he suddenly covered his face with a rag and ran behind a house where two other men were sitting. He went and robbed them.

I had to run too, because I didn’t want them to think I was involved. We ran far.

I asked him, “Why the hell did you do that?” He had taken the men’s weed and phones. After that, I started keeping my distance from him, but I still managed to get him a small construction job.

A few weeks later, he came by at night to buy a $5 bag (of weed) from me. He told me that when he robbed those guys, his mask nearly fell off and it seemed like one of the men recognized him, but he wasn’t sure.

I told him that’s serious, and to lay low because you never know. A couple days later, I heard he got shot and killed.

I cried, because I felt like I could’ve done more that night to stop him or reason with him harder. It seems like the people he robbed recognized him and took revenge.

I see it as God’s lesson. Young people, that lifestyle isn’t worth it. St. Vincent isn’t safe—everyone’s armed. Calm yourselves, please.

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