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LJ Havok · **09-15-2013, 02:34 PM**

There's no doubt that Havok has ben through a difficult few weeks..Losing. Something that he has no intention of EVER doing again.

It was a cloudy Saturday LJ Havok had decided to go home to Mississippi. He walked around the local public park that was in conjunction with the run down skate park that he used to hang out at. The place was deserted. Not a soul was there. He reminisced on the past and wished that he had brought Andre with him on the trip.
He would walk to certain parts of the park and think to himself...

..the bridge
"I had sex my first time under there...It was awkward. Damn if I don't miss that bitch though.. Good times..."

...the slide
"I see they finally covered up my graffitti. They actually should have years ago. They're probably kicking themselves in the nuts now though because I'm famous-ish..."

...even the skatepark itself
"A fight broke out here. Well it was kind of a fight. It really wasn't anything for than us bullying a smartass fat kid. I regret it but...."

:::A MEMORY:::

It was a normaal day in Tupelo. It was busy traffic-wise, but not as busy as a place like New York. Regardless Lee Jameson or "Preacher" (as everyone in his crew called him) was hanging with some people sitting on top of a vertical ramp at the skatepark. Lee donned sunglasses and was sipping from a McDonald's cup and, Andre Chambers or "Spacedkidd" was sitting next to him. Nathan (Lee's cousin) was skating and tearing it up. He comes up the vert and bails and lands on his rear sitting next to Andre. All three sit there trying shove eachother off. And then a fat kid about four years younger walks up and has a cocky smirk on his face.

My mom says ya'll are too big to be here. So before she comes over hear and chews you out you better run. She can kick your asses! You ain't nothin but a mexican, and midget, and a black. Ya ain't real people.

Lee starts, but Andre throws up his hand almost as if to say "I got this".

Kid you can tell your mom to go fuck herself. But if she don't like ridin solo she can always come over here and get some of this dark meat.[\i]

Andre spits on the kid who his looking up and it got all over his face. The kid wipes it off...And then he licks it.

[i]Your spit tastes good. Really good infact. It tastes almost like chicken But that makes sense doesn't it. You're a nig--

Before he can finish his sentence, Nathan throws his skateboard at the kids head and the kid falls down.. Shortly after that Lee throws this drink at the kid, jumps off the ramp, and starts kicking the kid. Over and over and all three guys are yelling obscenities at the kid.

Little mother fucker. I don't wanna see you around here again. You got me? Not at all, get your lard ass up! And look at me when I'm talking to you! You have no clue what kind of connections we have. I suggest you walk your plus sized ass on out of here before something really bad happens! You got me?!

The kid struggles to get up. He is covered in Coca Cola from the McDonald's cup, and blood is coming from his lower lip due to the skateboard hitting him in the face.

You won't know me years from now, Lee. But I will be watching you. All of you. I will ruin all of your lives..especially yours. I don't care where you are or what you are doing. I will find you. I will make life hell for you. Have fun sleeping at night knowing that I could be watching you...All of you.

The kid storms off leaving his skateboard behind and stumbling. He gets to his mom and points over to the ramp All three guys in unison decide that they should leave before the police show up..

:::END OF MEMORY:::

He shivers in the thought of that. He hadn't even thought of that since he was in prison..He was such a different person back then. He knew that if he saw the guy again that he would apologize. He starts talking out loud.

Shit. I forgot about that..The guy from Brooklyn..Could that be..Nah.

Who me?

The fat guy that threatend to expose him in Brooklyn steps out from behind the skate ramp.

TO BE CONTINUED

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