In elementary school two brothers from Jamaica moved to our neighborhood and started going to my school. One was hood one was good. In terms of the US I grew up in a pretty bad area. These kids thought it was heaven compared to where they came from. By high school one of the brothers was in the business of robbing drug dealers. The first time I saw a gun was one this kid showed me before going to rob a crew. He eventually ended up "owning" several blocks in Brooklyn. After a few years he ended up in prison. After getting released he was deported back to Jamaica. My best friend, who was part of this whole group of friends, visited the guy back in Jamaica three times. My friend described moving around with groups of guys walking around with "M16s" for protection. Apparently there are a whole lot of people, criminals, who are armed to the teeth out there. I guess the moral of the story is that there are lots of firearms in Jamaica. It kind of blows my mind that one brother is into such serious crime while the other is just an ordinary guy. I saw him just this thanksgiving, works a normal job, wife, typical life. Really makes me think about the nature vs. nurture thing.



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