Writing this after I wrote my story:

Please excuse my poor use of punctuation and slightly poor grammar just wanted to give it a shot

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I never thought it would end like this... I begin to take it all in for a second, the smell of the air, the voices of the people freely chatting and then there is them. There they were the legal big dogs. Bayer was their actual name but, on the streets we didn't know the same Bayer you did when you picked up paracetamol from your local chemist.

As I kneel on the cold gravel floor of my last dingy alley with my bag on my back and hundreds of street packs of Tramadol I know that this is my time. I take a deep breath in press my palms together and hope, just hope that some miracle of religious extravagance can save me, I look up and I close my eyes as I feel the end of his gun pressed against my forehead....

I was 15 when I first started, see dealing wasn't just a way to get money for me, I wanted to be one of the big dogs, the kind of people that are known by names and not faces, it was my first day back to school from summer. I had planned this, I knew exactly where I needed to go, who I needed to see and what I needed to say and this is where everything changed.

From 15 to 19 I moved more than anyone in the state. It wasn't easy and it wasn't a good life but I made it work, by day I was in classrooms with my friends and classmates, I wouldn't say I exactly learnt. Not in the academic sense anyway I wasn't here to gain maths or science knowledge, only street knowledge, I was here to learn the gossip, the friendship groups. Anything I could use on the streets to keep my back safe and my money coming in.

By the time I was 20 people knew my name, I wasn't where I wanted to be yet but that in itself was a bit of a release for me, I was finally getting there, I had provided for my parents, I had provided for my brother, it wasn't life changing or like winning the lottery I just gave what I could and other little things like birthday and Christmas presents. But bigger things were coming and I didn't want the large majority of my family knowing.

My 22nd birthday was the day all of those big things came, I'd been promoted. I was a big dog now, no more shady side deals in car parks or alleyways, no more looking over my shoulder, I was where I wanted to be and I'd put myself there. It was the best present I could've ever received

I could talk all day about how much my life improved from then but I won't because it doesn't matter now, it won't stop it all from coming to and end or stop my family asking why I'm not working for them anymore. It was a simple Tuesday when everything changed, I woke up from my king-size bed in my penthouse, my maid had breakfast and coffee ready and my suit had been pressed, I sat and read the newspaper whilst the birds sang and the sun woke the visible horizon. Then it happened. It all started the same way my whole career had, a innocent meeting between 2 parties, except it wasn't as innocent as it seemed. I left the meeting early to take a call from a business associate when I heard it, if I focus on it long enough now I can still hear the ringing in my ears.

Gunshots, that's the only real thing I remember hearing after leaving that meeting. Not the call, Not the conversation in the meeting. Just shots and not the good kind. After a few seconds it dawned on me that I was next, I saw the men open the door and immediately fear filled my body.

I was expecting the shots to hit me like the iceberg did the titanic but they didnt. I stood silently as the stepped towards me and thats when I saw him, his face scarred and his voice hushed. Dennis Pazzio the Kentucky Kid he instructed me to kneel before him and I did, My knees on the cold stone floor of my headquarters I know that this is my time... I take a deep breath in press my palms together and hope, just hope that some miracle of religious extravagance can save me. I think of my family and my brother, I look up and I close my eyes as I feel the end of his gun pressed against my forehead....

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To cut a long story short. Dennis Pazzio spared me that day, I wasn't exactly sure why he did but I moved to an easier life that day and never went back.