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INTRODUCTION

In 2009, American Troops were finally being pulled out of Iraq. This brought an end to a long, bloody, and seemingly pointless war. The wait for George W. Bush to finally finish his lame-duck term was over. Then in what seemed like a miraculous turn of events, the first black President in United States History, Mr. Barack Obama became the 44th President. Even though there was ceasefire in the Middle East, a war continued to be waged throughout the inner cities of the U.S. The war on drugs had been on going for the past twenty years, and claimed countless young lives in the process. Despite all efforts, the drug war remained as bloody and cutthroat as ever.

From the West Coast of California to the East Coast of New York down to the various seaports of the south, billions of dollars a year remained at stake. Millions of hustlers and pushers put their lives on the line trying to move every drug possible. Young men with broke pockets made desperate efforts to turnout substantial profits. Products that were available for distribution included marijuana, methadone, ecstasy, and prescription pills, like Oxycontin and Percocet. Then there was the mother of all drugs and by far the most popular, cocaine. This was the drug game in 2009. Millions of hustlers out there were playing in a tax free, multi-billion dollar industry. Welcome to the American Dream.

Now enter the mind of an ultimate hustler, a young Black male. Milow ‘Low’ Pierre not only played the drug game, but he succeeded—making it in the fast life. By the night his thirty-sixth birthday rolled around, Low had been a hustler in the drug game for the last twenty years. The streets were all he knew, all he figured he needed to know in bid for survival. Low experienced the ups as well as the downs of the game. Fortunately for him, the downs were few, and very far between, leaving many to call Low a lucky-ass motherfucker. He was unlike the majority of hustlers in the game, who ultimately end up failures due to death or jail. The game dealt Low tons of success, and turned him into a legend around his town of Decatur, and Atlanta.

His rep steered him to being one of the best of a very few who played the game, and remained alive to enjoy the fruits. Along with his hustling credentials, Low was notoriously known on the streets to be a coldhearted killer. If you dare cross him, everyone knew that Low wouldn’t hesitate to bring an end to your life.

Those two qualities made a deadly combination that had to be respected. There were those who doubted, but Low always managed to make believers out of them in the end—dead, but believers nonetheless.

A close friend nicknamed Low, ‘the untouchable’, and even though he lived his life as an untouchable, he was far from naive. Low knew that a twenty-one year stretch in the game was unheard of, and was only possible due to very good fortune. A very strong believer in Karma, Low knew very well that as much as Karma was a bitch, Karma from the streets was five times worse. In his mind, it was always just a matter of time.

Low was certain he had his coming. After twenty-one years of blood, and bad deeds in the game, the thought of Karma never really bothered him much. He had made up his mind for the day he would have to face his past. Never in a million years did he ever imagine that Karma would return like it did.