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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 19:48:07 GMT -5
"I was born right here in Brooklyn and I'm 25," he said, wiping his hands clean with a towel.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 20:11:41 GMT -5
"Uh huh. Tell me about your childhood," she added, glancing up at him and typing away. "You spent some time in the system as well, right?"
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 23:12:33 GMT -5
Tristan cleared his throat and then nodded, "Yeah I did. My parents died when I was five and then I went to live with an aunt till I was ten...hit the system then."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 23:19:43 GMT -5
Erin typed away. "And did you graduate high school?"
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 23:50:53 GMT -5
"Believe it or not, I did." He said with a smug smile, "Not with flying colors but I made it."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 23:57:27 GMT -5
"Yes, I see that." She replied, looking at his case file. "And then what?" She asked, looking at him. "What happened once you graduated high school?"
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Post by tshamien on Feb 7, 2012 7:00:10 GMT -5
He groaned, "well I left the system. I was out on my own. So I did what I could to survive. I ain't gonna lie to ya. I sold drugs and worked as a waiter. Then I saw a help wanted sign up in this shop and just went in. That's when I decided to be a mechanic."
Tristan grinned at her, "you really need to know all this?"
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Post by Zippy on Feb 7, 2012 9:12:39 GMT -5
"Yes, Mr. Shamien. You wouldn't want me to pass Mikey off to you simply because you are biologically related to him?" she replied, shifting in her seat. "So the drugs. Please continue."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 7, 2012 11:40:55 GMT -5
"Right...drugs," Tristan cleared his throat and then walked around to the back of his desk. He opened up a drawer. He unwrapped a hershey kiss and popped it into his mouth. He began to chew. "Drugs were easy money, I started small, selling pot to my friends. Then I started smoking pot and I liked it. So I was smoking my product. By then I'd made friends with some of the tough guys in the neighborhood and they let me get into some of the higher money makers...crack, coke, heroine." He swallowed the chocolate. "I made a lot of money...and I pushed half of it up my arm." He didn't even blink when he said the last statement.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 7, 2012 14:12:00 GMT -5
Erin typed away, glancing up at him, not phased a bit by any of this. "And then what?"
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Post by tshamien on Feb 7, 2012 15:02:20 GMT -5
"Nancy was gonna have Mikey right?" He sighed heavily and glanced down at his shoes for a minute. "I didn't want him at first...I guess when your girl tells you that she's having a kid and you know she shouldn't be and you're all fucked up...that's your reaction. Eventually I started coming around, and I realized I had to get clean, Nancy didn't though." He sighed heavily and raked his fingers through his hair. "Plus I died. That'll usually kick your habit and if it don't you're too far gone."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 7, 2012 16:04:14 GMT -5
"Wait, I'm sorry, you what? died?" she finally looked up at him from her screen, confused.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 7, 2012 16:29:45 GMT -5
"For twelve minutes," He said and didn't even change his face at all. He was not kidding. "April 17 at 3 am." He said with a nod. "They used two adrenaline shots to revive me...but I don't remember that cause I was dead."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 7, 2012 16:48:24 GMT -5
"Jesus," Erin muttered, typing the information into her computer. She looked up at him. "And you've been clean since then?"
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Post by tshamien on Feb 7, 2012 18:00:17 GMT -5
"yep, never touched it again. When I get a real bad urge I eat a Hershey bar," he shrugged.
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