Running

chapter 1- mourning

Here lies Corbin, a man of mystery, lust, envy for those above him. Laid on the cold concrete in the middle of January, a sad time for most, with most people struggling.
Life was like this in Oakland for as long as I can remember, but this seemed off. Corbin was mainly a man of the people, it doesn't make sense that he would be killed by a gang that he had good relations with.
It seemed like this would go deeper, and there would be more speculation, but it was only the people. 5-0 didn't care enough to look further into the case. Corbin once told me that his death would be unexplained, and he was right.
It still boggled my mind how something like this would happen, even though it's a normal occurrence nowadays.
I go to Marvin's to calm down a bit after the fact. Marvin's always been there for me through ups and downs we promise each other that we'll both make it out of here. Move out to the east and live it up,
That me and rae are gonna move and start a family. It's not always like that though.
Being 17, only working 10 hours a week and pretty much failing all of my classes. It seems as if I'm bringing myself down rather than helping myself. I tell him that I feel as if Corbin getting hit is a wake up call for me. He tells me that Corbin dying was a choice already made. He told me that a so called "bounty" was on his head because he supposedly had a plan to commit mass robbery in the rich neighbourhood. He was always a man of the people and I knew he would do something like this.
It's still hard to believe he's gone, that a gang would give in to government persuation and kill the man that tried to provide for them. I guess money just makes the world go 'round doesn't it. It's fucked up how people think, to benefit yourself. I believe in benefiting others before myself. It might be because other people have more opportunity than I do, or it might be genuine. I honestly can't tell the difference. But killing a man that was risking his freedom in order to provide for you. It's the worst thing I've seen in years. I know he kept more than he gave, but his intent in the first place was to steal for us. And it's wrong, it seems as if all morality has gone down the drain. As I lay in bed thinking, and stressing. Having to stay the night at Marvin's because I don't trust myself to be alone tonight. I can hear Marvin's snoring in the other room, loud as a gun. It makes the fact that I can't sleep worse, because his ass is so loud. I keep thinking, hitting depression, knowing one of my closer friends would be gone forever. No more nights at the 6 club on 5th Street. We used to use fake id's to get in, but I don't think I'll be going there In a while. Once it comes to 3am. I decide to take a walk down the street and clear my head a little. I take his spare keys off of his counter and I head out. Nostalgia rolls in as I pass so many places with so much memories. The bowling alley where near and rae met 4 years ago, she loves that place so much that she turned in her application to work there on her 16th birthday. Then I pass the corner store, whether it be me stealing from there or just chilling there Mr. Grey loves me man. Whenever I see him he's always stale and tired, but he tries his best to be happy when I'm around, I don't know what he likes about me but I'm not complaining. I can steal shit and he won't care. After walking aimlessly around the city for hours on end I finally crash, my body is overloaded with emotion that I sadly can't explain. There I lay l, looking like I overdosed on the curb.