When we were last with Gerald, he was running the streets of New Orleans with his friend, Minew. Minew was talking to Muscles, a woman who was also involved with a major operator, Sam Skully, a dough boy. And things were getting heavy…
Me and Minew, we kicking it and I say, “Man, I think Sam is going to get over that shit.”
And after a while, shit got better. Sam ain’t f***ing with us with the drugs. We ain’t f***ing with him. The girl was staying with Sam but Minew would call her.
He got up one day and said, “Man, anytime I want a heavyweight champ girl, you know what I do…”
He’d tell the dudes, “You better keep your girls around. I pull that heavyweight champ girl. You know what I’d do to your girl!”
I said to myself, “Maannn… This n**** braggin’ on this sh** here.” Boy, it’s the worst thing he could ever do.
One day we was sitting back and we got busted on a gun charge. They went in the game room, the pool hall, and all that. They searched the garbage cans and came out with a .357 magnum.
And Minew like, “Who the f***?”
You know he ain’t gonna give up himself and I ain’t gonna give up myself.
I said to the police, “Man, what beef you got with the garbage can?”
The police said, “Motherf***er, stop lying. That’s how you want to get down?”
I said, “Yeah! My beef with the garbage can.”
He said, “Oh, you wanna be smart.”
Minew said, “Yeah, I’m going with what my man say. The garbage can!”
So the police told me, “Man, you know what we gonna do: take both y’all in. I don’t know who owns the piece.”
I said, “Ain’t no problem with me, man.”
So we rode back to the jail and got booked. I couldn’t bond out, but Minew did.
I said, “Dirty mother***er man”
Honestly, the gun wasn’t mine. It wasn’t even his. It was somebody else that put it in the garbage.
I stayed in the jail almost a year fighting the gun charge. Minew sent me a little money here and there. One thing about killers, they’re not coming to visit, but they’ll drop you some ends off. Win your loyalty.
Like a year later I came back and went in front of the judge. I beat the gun charge. They didn’t find the proper cause to hold me on the gun charge.
But what I did was I got caught up on my probation, because I was refusing to go see my probation officer.
So the judge gave me a second charge and was gonna send me to the Impact Program, where you go to a bootcamp. The judge said I had to do 60 months in bootcamp, and good behavior, then I’d be sent home.
I ain’t gonna lie to you, I couldn’t have went there for six months. I heard in bootcamp they make you get on your back and say you a cockroach. I heard all kinda things about the bootcamp.
I stopped the judge and said, “Your honor, I swear, I ain’t near thinking I can go to bootcamp.”
I said, “Look… Anyway I can go do a year?”
The judge said, “No, but you can go do 18 months.”
A gun charge carries 18 months to three years.
So I took the 18 months, which was already down a year, credit for time served, running concurrent with my probation. Six more months to go.
