Chapter 1 John White

My name is Jonathan White. I died at the age of 18 and just had got out of jail for being caught selling marijuana. I had a good friend name Jr. We went way back, we had been friends since I was a freshmen in high school. Early in my sophomore year I felt like school just wasn't the place for me. I wasn't excelling in my classes and all my friends were getting on to bigger things. I attended a predominantly African American school in St. Louis, MO. I had dreams of being a basketball player but I lost hope when my older brother got sentenced to prison for 6 years. He was an all star athlete in high school and I wanted to be just like him. Once he was sent to prison I didn't really know what to do. All I had were my friends. Jr, was always there for me no matter what. We used to throw these parties at these old dance halls that hadn't been used in some time. We figured it would be a quick way to make some money and also wanted to get in the promoting business. This worked for some time and we made a fuck ton. It was hilarious because we used to be at school with rolls of 20s and 50s. Girls were coming in by the dozen. But Jr kept his cool and stayed focus on the goal, making money. I on the other hand, messed around and had a ton a fun. I guessed it was worth it. We continued the party scheme up until the end of Jr's junior year because he wanted to drop the whole thing because there were so many people after us and he wanted pursue his education at the post secondary level. I never forgot Jr and I hope he never forgot me. This year is 2008.