I was born at 2215 Terpsichore st. It’s surreal knowing this happened on the block I was raised, got my first code on how to handle situations from, learned to fight, and the corner we used to hang at as pups. I still remember Peter, Red, Albert, Melvin, Pop, Ducie, Mrs Jorie, Redboy, Devin, Gus, Othola, Tanookie, Tank, Ardale, Kenyetta, Kelly, Tamora and Kalhoun. Them streets ain’t never loved us but my hood roots kept me grounded when life started getting great. Anybody reading this that grew up there in the 70’s & 80’s my Daddy was Mr. Mickey.
It’s crazy that the juror asked was he concerned about getting killed and he was like no cuz he seen them a few times after and they didn’t do anything 😫 so u didn’t think they were plotting 🤷🏽♀️
