Started from the bottom by Trent Copeland (each kindness read aloud txt) 📕

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Started from the bottom

Trent Copeland

Chapter: 1

I was a kid living in the hood. Living in milwaukee, relying on government assistance. I was never rich, But something inspired me. My friends started to sell weed. I had my first joint at age 11. No one knew, My friends were quite about it. I wanted more and more weed. I asked my friend Jerome if I could sell some. He gave me a few grams to sell. I thank him to this day. He started my career. He made me to what I wanted to be. I started selling weed to kids at school. On the third day I ran out and asked Jerome for some more. He gave me a few grams. I started selling and selling. I was confident in my self. By the end of the first week I got $300. I wanted the Air Force Jordans. I wanted them, I got them. My friend jerome told me to buy a gun just in case i get mugged. I bought this $100 9mm from this crack dealer. I was happy with myslef, I never got caught.  

Chapter: 2

I am now 16 years old. I am the kingpin in milwaukee. I never got caught and never will. I have made 6 digits selling weed to strangers. My life was great. I paid off my momma's debt and everything. I bought my momma a cadillac and a new house. Life was great, for now. When someone is a kingpin, Other people will try to come after you and kill you or tattle on you. I gotta watch my back constantly. I cant trust no one but my momma. Jerome is 18. He is in a state penitentiary in Alabama. He murdered some guys whole family. He had no guilt on his face. He wanted it to happen, It happened. 

Chapter: 3

I am now 22 years old serving life in the Wisconsin state prison. My dumbass got caught. I was too confident in my self. I was playing dumb. The feds forced there way into my house took me and my momma. My momma cant talk to me no more. I dont think she loves me anymore. its sad but its my fault. All my fault. I started from the bottom. I was at the top, Now im back at the bottom.

chapter 4

I am now 32 years old. Im out of prison. I got parole and got the hell out of there. I chnaged my life, I am a better man. I now write books for a living. i live in Green Bay Wiscosnin. I am still single, Not really ready to mingle though. I've seeing a therapsit lately, trying to cope with my problems. I get lonely sometimes all my friends are either dead or in prison somewhere. My momma passed away when I was in prison. She was 96 years old. I loved her so much. I know what I have done to her, She raised the best she could and she cared about me but I just threw that all away to sell weed. I don't regret selling weed though. Selling weed got me where I am now. I went through the consequnces of prison time and my momma pass away. I had the high life. Now i'm just staying at my half a million house publishing ebooks all day. 

chapter 5

 My friend Jerome got released from prison today. I was thinking of surprising him at the airport today but he might not even want to see me.  I dont even know whats going on witht that guy anymore.  I dont know what do with myself today. I have to go get grocies. I was on my way to festival foods and I got pulled over. I was scared, I knew I still had a gun in my car. I grabbbed the gun loaded it and was waiting for the cop to come near me. When we was walking towards my car I pulled out my arm and started shooting. I put a whole round in him. He's dead. I just shot a cop. I immediatley floored it, I didnt know where I was going. Soon after another cop car started chasing me. Then 5 others. I had a flat tire so i pulled over in this ditch. The second I got out of the car I had 5 9mm rounds in my back. I fell down to the ground. I couldent breath. I knew this was the end. I stay young I die young. The police officer came over to me and picked me up. It was a bloodbath. I was barely alive. I knew that all I had was one more breath. I am sorry. I am sorry world what I have done to you and I'm sorry mama for what I have done to you. Love you.

 

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Publication Date: 02-19-2017

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