What the Heck I Gotta Do To Be with You? ~ Lams (Hamilton)

Gone

The next day he was gone. I had no idea where he went or why he felt. Needless to say, I was heartbroken.

It wasn't until years later I would find that Alexander Hamilton had been selling sex tapes to people on the streets for years prior to and after meeting me.

It was a felony, and since some were sold on school grounds, the penalty was even harsher. In other words, Alex had made an irreversibly bad decision. And since he was over eighteen, he was legally an adult when he made it.

He had to learn there are consequences in life. He was a doing job, a terrible job, but he could do what it takes to survive.

In May, the police arrested thirty-one people who sold sex tapes. Alexander was one of them.

He spent years in jail. I, along with ten others, was pulled into court as witnesses to decide his sentence.

"It's their word against yours. The cops have every text. Prove them of your innocence."

I knew he'd lose in court.

He didn't even deny his actions. He was sentenced to three years.

He was a light-skinneded Puerto Rican-Dominican, long hair, mature in the body like woah. That's not the only reason I liked him, though. If it had been anyone else that come up to me asking for something like that, I would've been like, "No, get out of my face." I don't hang out with people like that. It's cause it was him.

I haven't talked to him since the trial. I would love to have that conversation.

I think I would say, "What the heck did you do? Alexander, what the heck did you do?"