Dopeman: Memoirs of a Snitch (Part 3 of Dopeman's Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF

about a nigga locked up. They almost always had hidden agendas, but Braylon wouldn’t even give them room to plot on him. He was prepared to do hard time. He would body a nigga before he let anyone chump him or step on his toes. The beast in him had lay dormant for awhile. Yes, he had put in work considering his profession, but overall life with Zoey ... or better said, the love of Zoey had tamed him. Losing her was his breaking point. No longer would he think before he acted. He was throwing caution to the wind ... it was all about survival and it was always of the fittest. The strong would devour the weak and he refused to be the latter.
    As he pondered his circumstances he had to fight with himself to let go of the past. There was no point in looking back. To remember the curves of Zoey’s body or the graceful tone of her dancer’s back would only incite a yearning in him. To recall her laugh or the softness of her touch against his face would only make him miss her more. The unfortunate fact was that he would never see her again. He hadn’t meant to take her life, but despite his regrets and his pleas for God’s forgiveness, he would never get to stare into her eyes again in this lifetime. Their moment in time had passed and he wasn’t even good for a bouquet of flowers on her grave. He couldn’t even cherish her memory because he was caged like an animal. The entire situation overwhelmed him, but it was out of his hands. God couldn’t have constructed this plan. There was too much pain, too much bad, too much sin for HIM to be involved. Hustling had gotten him paid. He had felt the adrenaline and prestige that came along with being up and coming on the drug scene, but now he was living the flip side and experiencing all the pitfalls that came with it as well. Death, destruction, incarceration, loneliness, deceit… all those things told the story of his life. As his cell door opened a C.O. yelled, “Kennedy, you have a visitor!”
    Braylon heard his last name as it was called out, but he ignored it. There wasn’t anyone on the outside who would visit him. He knew Boobie didn’t do the jail thing and he respected it. Nobody wanted to hang around speaking through plexi-glass and reminiscing about the way things used to be. The only thing that mattered was what was, and his reality consisted of nothing but bars and steel.
    “Kennedy!” the C.O. called with irritation lacing his tone.
    Curious, Braylon stood and peeked his head out of his cell. The officer nodded and said, “Next time you will forfeit the visit if I have to call your name twice.”
    Knowing that arguing with a county jail cop was pointless, Braylon shook his head and pulled up his tan Dickie pants as he sauntered into the visiting room. He stared around the room looking for a familiar face but found none.
    “This a joke a’ something man?” he asked as he looked back at the C.O. in confusion.
    “Booth four,” he instructed.
    Braylon peered at the man sitting on the other side of the glass in booth four. Fuck is he? He asked himself as he walked over and sat down, reaching for the telephone receiver.
    “Yo I know you fam?” he asked.
    The dark skinned man didn’t respond immediately, but instead took in Braylon’s appearance, causing Braylon to do the same. He noted the diamonds that crowded his wrist watch, the low cut caeser, and Sean John apparel. Braylon kept his circle tight so he was positive that he had never dealt with the man before.
    “Somebody sent you? You got a message for me?” he asked with hostility, thinking that the guy was one of Ralphie’s goons.
    “Calm down Braylon. I’m here to help you,” the man said.
    “Fuck out of here with that shit duke. I don’t even know you,” Braylon shot back. “I know you got two seconds to start talking before I get up and walk up out of here though. What you here for?”
    The man leaned into the glass to avoid anyone else overhearing what he was about to say.
    “My name is