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Chapter 23

23 Damn, Not My Brother

Death of My Brother

There were five of us, and now there are four.

I think it was the hardest disappointment I had ever taken.

Gone before I had a chance to say goodbye,

not a reality until you are at the funeral and my family is in mourning.

Sorrow and pain are my new best friends.

Momma and Daddy are in disbelief.

He was eighteen and already six feet deep.

It’s been a while now, and the void is still there.

To me, it will never be clear

how you are here one day and the next day you are gone.

I have the feeling and more that I that are like no other

all this insanity from the death of my brother.

He’s dead. Just like that, he’s gone. He was eighteen years old. I had a feeling it was going to happen, but it still wasn’t real. My little brother was shot in the head last night. He tried to rob the dope man. Story has it that he and his best friend and one other nigga hatched this plan with another lame ass dude after a couple of bad life events. The one nigga he was hatching this plan with was one of the low-life ass dudes that had been hanging around our family for a while and started dating one of my family members. We knew him from the hood, but that lame ass dude was no more hood than my granny. Dude was soft as cake mix. The dude that gave them this inside information on who to rob was a close friend of Mr. Lame Ass. That’s where my brother went all the way wrong because to be all the way honest with you, both of the niggas were some snakes. Listening to them was step number 1 to losing his life. Hittin’ a lick with some non-gangsta shady ass dudes at their behest was dumb as fuck. My brother’s best friend was there, but he just followed my brother. I mean, it was his best friend, so he went along with it.

Anyway, they sat around getting high and drunk and decided they were going to execute this dumb shit. Now let me set the scene. Dope man lived on the third floor of Village Square Apartments in Indianapolis, Indiana, on the corner of 30th and Moller Road. There was only one way in and one way out of this apartment. They “heard” the dope man was out of town, so they needed to act now. Dude said he knew where the safe was. This was supposed to be an in-and-out job. My brother had on the only Halloween mask; the other two had bandanas covering their faces. They left their ID cards and shit at my sister’s house down the street. Here was where shit really got ridiculous. My brother was the only one with a fuckin’ weapon. His best friend had a can of mace, and this ignorant ass third man had an aerosol can of some kind of house cleaner he was supposed to use to blind the housemates. What in thee fuck! Whose idea was that? I don’t know, and I’m still trying to figure out why that shit was a go.

Night fell and it had hit the peak of the wee hours. They had decided it was time to execute. They walked from my cousin’s house which was only about ten apartments down from the dope man’s apartment. The Lame Ass was living with my cousin, but that’s a whole other story that I may or may not tell. These geniuses climbed three flights of stairs to do a robbery with one real weapon and two of the dumbest weapons in the universe to do a robbery. My brother was holding the only assault weapon, and I don’t even think the damn thing had bullets. They got halfway up the stairs, and that cake mix ass dude broke running away from the job. Honestly, that’s one of the main reasons I believe this shit was a setup from the beginning. How you gonna run and it was yo nigga that provided the info? Anyway, my brother and his best friend continued as planned. They got to the third floor, and my brother kicked in the door. Mind you, it took three kicks to get in the apartment. Yes, my dude, three kicks, which means if the first one didn’t wake up everyone in the house, surely, that second and third one did. There was no one announcing police, so kick three definitely had the whole house locked and loaded. They were in and my brother grabbed the dope man’s little sister who was sitting on the couch in shock. He’s yelling at her to take him to the stash. He grabbed her and started dragging her toward the back hall closet where he was told the safe was. Meanwhile, Best Friend had sprayed the cousin that had jumped up from the floor. He kicked him back to the floor and yelled at him to stay down. He’s blinded and screaming. Brother had his arm around the girl’s neck and the gun to her temple dragging her down the hall with his back to the master bedroom. Dope man, not on vacation, was aiming his piece through the crack of the door as my brother violently dragged his sister closer to the hall closet. Pow! Just like that, it’s over. My brother went down. One shot to the back of the head and my brother was another victim of the streets.

Best Friend ran but not far. The sight of watching his best friend die had sent him into immediate shock. He was literally downstairs in some bushes balled up in the fetal position when the police found him. He later went just a wee bit nuts. While waiting on the trial to happen, he would talk to my brother as if he was really in the cell with him. It wasn’t an act. He refused to believe he saw what he saw. That didn’t stop him from being charged for the robbery and the murder. He was convicted and got forty-three years. I showed up to the court to beg for leniency, but that fell upon deaf ears.

On the day of my brother’s death, I was at work. By far, one of the worst days of my life. I was working at a foot orthopedic place. They made foot inserts for people with bad feet. I was sorting for shipping when Baby Daddy walked in during my shift. He was supposed to be bringing me lunch, so I wasn’t surprised to see him. I was in a great mood, so I was excited to see him. The look on his face, though, let me know something was seriously wrong. He kept asking me to come outside and I wouldn’t. I repeatedly asked what was wrong, and he couldn’t answer me. I finally yelled at him to just tell me. When he did, I immediately buckled. I hit the floor so hard. I didn’t pass out, but I rolled into the fetal position and just started screaming. At that point in my life, I had never cried so hard in my life.

He finally got me off the floor and into the car. The ride home was silent and seemed like forever. I lived in the same apartment complex as my mommy and sister. We all met up at their apartment. When we pulled up, there were so many sad faces greeting us. It was the emptiest feeling I had ever experienced. There was no description. It’s a pain that had no words. We sat in silence once we heard the story. I had so many questions for Lame Ass, but it wasn’t the time. Not to mention, his sister, Female Lame Ass, was pregnant by my brother, and she was completely outside her mind. He was busy trying to help her. She is another story I’ll explain to you later.

I don’t know why, but I had to go where my brother had died. I had to see where he took his last breath. I don’t know if it wasn’t real enough for me or what, but I guess I must have thought it would give me some kind of closure. I drove to the dope man’s house. I didn’t know how he would respond, but I had to see. I got to the apartment complex, and as I got out, I began to cry again. As I walked up the three flights of stairs, I started to imagine what it was like for my brother. I kept asking myself why he didn’t just stop. I got to the door and knocked with tears in my eyes. I explained who I was and let the family that opened the door know that I wasn’t there for any trouble. They let me in and let me see where my brother died. They told me the story, and it was basically the same as I had heard. I was wrong. Doing that did nothing for me. My brother was still dead, and I was still dying on the inside.

This was the first funeral I had ever attended. It was terrible. My daddy had flown in from California. Hadn’t seen his ass in years. My mommy was a wreck. My sisters were crying so hard I thought they were going to be sick. My baby brother was so damn brokenhearted he couldn’t see straight. This was some straight bullshit, but what can you do? He made a decision that fucked all of us up and over. The family will never be the same. You know, life teaches you lessons in the most fucked up ways. My brother was an angry ass dude. He had disrespected my mommy, fought my sister, and beat up countless people for no reason at all. His karma was killing all of us. Regardless of the shit he did, he was still my brother, and I loved him with every ounce of me. This whole situation was some shit I would have to live with for the rest of my life.

Death is hard. Losing my brother was one of the hardest losses in my life. We moved from East St. Louis in order to escape that possibility, and it happened anyway. I learned that no matter where you go, if you are the same person you are when you get there, nothing has changed but your location.

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