Jr. was used to these kinds of days. Los Angeles was his playground. At the age of seven, he ran his first errand of transporting meth to a suspected drug hotel. That same year he witnessed someone getting stabbed to death in a back alley fight. He smoked out and drank up at Uncle Joe's birthday party when he was nine. And the next year he barely escaped a random drive-by shooting.
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