(3/11) “I followed those train tracks all the way to Washington...

(3/11)  “I followed those train tracks all the way to Washington DC.  And for a minute, it seemed like everything would be alright.  My brother lived in the city, so I started sleeping at his place.  I enrolled in a new high school.  I was going to class.  Playing a little basketball.  Things were going smooth.  But I hadn’t learned my lesson yet.  My old ways caught up with me, and I fell in with the wrong group of kids.  These guys were robbing banks, and getting away with it.  So I decided to tag along.  We’d drive down to North Carolina because those banks had less security.  And we got away with it a few times.  After every score, we’d hang out on the strip at 14th and T, and act like big timers.  We felt like gangsters.  I have nobody to blame but myself.  I just enjoyed the feeling of having money.  But the fun didn’t last for long.  Because one of those banks had a silent alarm.   And while we were stuffing our bags full of money, the manager pulled the trigger. The police were waiting for us in the parking lot.  All hell broke loose.  I tried to get away, ducking and weaving, running through cars.  But I got shot in the buttocks.  The bullet went right through me.  I woke up in the hospital, with a hole in the front and back of my coat.”