Cer lived off Linden in my neighborhood of Cambria Heights, Queens so he couldn't do dirt and not be seen around to get ya stuff back. I didn't want my stuff back; I wanted to BOMB. He put me under the wing. I met all the writers I looked up to and the sad but true thing was they were all criminals.
I'm thankful still because I had actual life death experiences that kept me out of prison and I share things with my kids to prepare them to avoid the the tricks and traps.
Crazy Bill was gunned down in Kingston, Jamaica where he had been deported to. After being robbed the bastards sprayed the cab he and a lady were in. I know Bill he wasn't a sucker and I believed he was unarmed but still a threat to them fassies that took his life. I'm never gonna get over the losses this year, but I trust the LORD's purpose for whatever He allows to happen. In the end it will all make sense