My summer was OK but bad at the same time. What I mean by that is that I had both good and the bad times over the summer.
The good times were when I knew I was making money by myself, and I didn’t need any help doing it. I worked the whole summer going to school, making videos and writing blog posts.
The other good times I had over the summer was when I was on the block with my loyal brothers, people I’ve known since I was a little baby.
We didn’t really get in trouble; we were in traffic most of the time. Traffic means when you are driving around in a car with more than two people, just driving around.
I did a lot over the summer because the way Chicago is set up, you have to live it up every day because these crazy people don’t know how to just get along with each other.
I went to parties, went to work and visited my old neighborhood. I wrote an article on how my homie got shot and how they should have a community football game so people can get their aggression out on the field rather than with guns. I believe that it should still happen.
The bad times I had over the summer was getting into it with other people because of the fact that they didn’t like the people I hung out with.
I had people mad for no reason. I thought that it was just my looks because of the fact that I looked better than them. I’m not trying to be arrogant or cocky, but that’s how it was. I never meant to have any beef with anybody, but if that’s the way it’s got to be, I’m just going to deal with it.
The other bad part is that when you’re in Chicago, you have to watch your back everywhere you go because you never know when someone wants to act stupid and shoot at you. People act stupid just to show off for other people or to get recognized by others. I just look at them like they are dumb; they have no reason but go kill just to do it.
The last bad part of my summer was arguing with my parents and feeling mistreated by them.
Sometimes I just let the anger build up and then I tell them how I feel because if I flip out on them, it isn’t going to end well with anybody. When I flip out I don’t see who I’m flipping out, I just flip out on anybody that’s around me. Its a side of me that I don’t like to show.
In the end, I’m leaving the summer with money and my pocket and lots of new experiences.