English Belonging Creative

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  • Topic: Illegal drug trade, Police, American films
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  • Published : June 16, 2011
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I am outside the door. Still. I closed the door on the old world of me, the dark side of me. Life as a drug dealer. You get in quick and you get out quick. Simple enough isn’t it? No. Once you choose a direction in life, it’s hard, and can often seem impossible to change. Especially in the world of drugs.

I feel like I have let everyone I ever knew down, but it was for my own good. Yeah the money is fantastic, but what good’s money when you’re in the joint for the rest of your life? I closed a door on all my friends, my mates that stuck up for me no matter what. After all they had done for me, I just split. I didn’t talk to any of them about it. Not one word. In their eyes, I just disappeared. Imagine what they think of me now.

I remember when we were doing a deal, in Darlinghurst. In Hyde Park. Nice and dark and plenty of escape routes if necessary. That night is still burned into my memory. The trees were swaying in the slight breeze on that cold winter night. Sydney isn’t known for its cold weather, but the grass had turned white from the frost – or maybe it was just the reflection of the moonlight. I couldn’t be sure. The Pool of Remembrance stood out in the middle of the park, with ever so slight ripples in the water from where twigs had fallen into it from the surrounding trees. I stood in the cold with Alex, my best mate at the time, waiting for our customer to show. I had never been so close to a friend. He was my best mate, and at the time I honestly thought that I would stick by him no matter what. How wrong I was. Suddenly the tranquility and peacefulness of the night turned into chaos. Red and blue flashing lights appeared out of the darkness and advanced on us from all directions. There must have been at least twenty policemen, if not more. Alex and I did not need to think twice. We started running. I heard gunshots from the policemen. Bullets started fizzing past our ears, each one getting closer and closer to us,...
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