Murder part 3 details

After the Grand jury session, the gang literally told me they were going to kill me. I told that to the DA he said if I wasn’t a gang member I would have no problem. When I heard that my heart about stopped.
2 days later someone had tried to break into my garage apartment. Th mother fucker met Max in a foul mood. The intruder had push they air condition into the wind. This fell on Max as it was his spot. they guy obviously reached in and Max had clamped down and was pulled out by the idiot. Max proceeded to tear flesh off of him. There were chunks of black flesh and pools of blood all down the driveway. Since the timing was so close and the dude was black, I think they guy was trying to get into the apartment to wait for me to open the door and attack me. Luckily Max spoiled his plans whatever they were. I bought a steak for Mas the next day

Four days after at work two obvious gangbangers came to the table where I was dealing. One of them began pound the 5 dice into the table. I told him that was not allowed just like any dealer would. Then he picked up the dice and shook them in his two hands. I told him he could not do that either. Then both of them told me they were going to ram a stake up my ass and watch me die in pain. At that moment a new box man came up and gave them two meal comps because I had been mean to them.
A that moment I threw down the stick. took off the dealer’s apron and told him to go fuck himself and I quit. He said you can quit with a game going. I said watch me. I had been carrying a gun to work and leaving in the podium with permission. OF course this was the night I had forgotten to bring it. It was 3 in the morning when I quit. I had punched a dent in the locker room. I left then and I left I flipped the bird at the fucking moron Boxman.
My friend told me the two gangbangers were looking for me at the door I normally left from. I have no doubt this was the gang trying to get me.

Day 7 the gunfight. I was woke up 3amish Guys were yelling they were going to kill me. They screamed come out you fucker or will bring you out. Ok dumb move. I should have called the cops and held my rifle pointed at the door. Instead by stupid 23rd old mind didn’t think that way. I am not afraid of anything for the most part. I grabbed my SKS rifled put a 30-round magazine in it. I attached the bayonet. Put Max on a leashed. I held it against the rifle in 2 fingers on the left side of rifle. I threw the door open, and I laughed loud and screamed I going to kill 3 of you before you get me. There were 6 gangbangers with pistols pointed at me. I continued to laugh. I face death on my own terms. I had always said if I get killed, I hope I have I have 2 or 3 guys I killed before in the line ahead of me so I could torment them. This thought crossed my mind in this situation.
There were 6 of them. I looked probably like a real berserker facing them. I guess none of them wanted to be the first to die. I am sure GOD was involved with getting them all to run away from me. I should be dead. I am still kicking.
The next day I moved out and back in with my parents who lived in a better part of town. I got the PO box at Mailbox ECT East Tropicana Las Vegas NV. I transferred mail to that box. I got a piece of mail. I went down to license bureau. Said I had lost my license. I had a piece of mail and social security card and back in the 90’s this was all you needed to get a new license. I put the Po box addy down and I became untraceable for the most part. This was 2 blocks from the house so I was easy to go get my mail.
I needed a job. so, I decided to avoid anything in downtown Vegas. I apply at Strip Hotels. Got a lot of they don’t need anyone right now. I came into Casino Royal. It was a small place on property between Harrah’s and Venetian, It a black front with lots of lines and swirls of neon. Every movie or TV show filmed it. It was the weirdest place I ever worked. There was no drug test so you had dealers from places like Venetian, Ceaser’s Palace, and Bellagio working there until their hair got long enough to cut off the drugs they were on. I’ll have a story about this place. But this was where I worked for another year.
I went back to cab driving after that. The murder trial shit went on the back burner. 8 years later it was fully resolved in my favor. I have to do a lot more stories before I get to that