Monday, 22 April 2013

We must keep our own moral compass pointed in a true direction. (Barrack Obama)

I could have lied to him. Something in me was compelled to make the right decision and tell the truth. When did I develop a moral compass?

“Christian, I’m not exactly what you might call a good person. In fact, I’ve done some terrible things.”

He looked concerned. I think he thought I dabbled in Nicky’s arts.

“My family is not like most families.”

“How so?”

“My grandfather, you met him, he used to be the righthand man in one of the most dangerous gangs in New York. He kinda screwed up and he knew he was about to be offed so he became a narc. He was moved to Philadelphia with the Witness Protection Program. He made a life there. A few years later he got back in the business, just smalltime stuff: moving mediocre amounts of drugs mostly. I grew up in a family of drug dealers and I moved to the west coast to live with my uncle while the rest of my family was in jail. My uncle put me in charge of one of his apartment buildings and I turned it into a crystal meth production facility. It got shot up and busted while I was in Saudi Arabia with my boyfriend, who later ODed while I was catatonic in the wake of the horrible events that had transpired. My partner took the fall for the meth production. We had a history. He tried to murder one of my boyfriends, maybe me too, and he also tried to commit suicide in my apartment. He covered for me though and I owe my freedom to him. The boyfriend he tried to murder was actually the same guy who landed me in here. My entire life is a twisted web of angry people and bad life choices.”

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