my hood

Growing up I always wanted to be like the guy next door. He had the coolest cars. So many cars , he had to park one in front of our house just for space. That one was my favorite. It was the "skittles" car. 26 inch rims with skittles painted on the inside of the rims. Skittles were painted randomly on the light blue candy paint. I loved that car. I always wondered why he had such a nice car and lived in our neighborhood. I found out one day. It was four in the morning when i was 10, and I heard the police yelling and gun shots firing. They had said he had been selling drugs out of that house for over 10 years. I been in that house many times even though my mama told me not to. And every day after that, one by one those cars left. It felt like my dreams were stolen away from me. When they took the skittles car I cried a little as the tow truck pulled it away. My dream of being my narcotic neighbor followed the tow truck and never returned.