A 17-year-old kid named Johan was walking around all day, sweaty, tired, broke as hell.
Johan (mumbling):
"Man, this is bullshit… been walkin' all day, nobody wanna give me a job. My mom's meds almost run out… f**k, what the hell am I supposed to do now?"
He kept walkin' and complainin', not even realizing he'd stepped into the most dangerous hood in the city—gang territory.
Then—BAM!—he accidentally bumped into some gangster dude.
Johan:
"Ayo, my bad bro, I didn't mean to."
Gangster (snaps):
"Yo, the f**k you doin' here, punk?!"
Johan (calm):
"Relax, man. I'm just lookin' for a job."
Gangster:
"A job? Hah. Come with me."
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The Hideout
He led Johan into a shady-ass building full of tatted-up dudes, smoke in the air, loud music, eyes all on him.
Johan (low voice):
"Yo… what is this place? Looks like a damn gang nest."
Gangster:
"Gang? Nah bro, this our business."
Johan:
"Wait, you serious?"
Gangster:
"You said you want a job, right?"
Johan:
"Yeah... but I thought somethin' normal, like watchin' a store or some sh*t."
Gangster:
"Normal don't pay. You want real money or not?"
Johan stayed quiet. He needed that money bad.
The gangster brought him to the boss—a dude with a scar down his face, sittin' like a king, puffin' a cigar.
Boss:
"You lookin' for work?"
Johan:
"Yeah."
Boss:
"What you good at?"
Johan:
"I'll do whatever it takes to get money. My mom needs meds."
Boss (grins):
"Good. You'll be a runner."
He handed Johan a duffel bag and a pistol.
Johan (shocked):
"A gun?! For real?"
Boss:
"What you carryin' ain't candy. It's dope. You gotta cross rival turf. Sh*t gets real out there. But you get 70 bucks. Enough for them pills, right?"
Johan:
"…Fine."
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The Shootout
Johan took the bag and dipped. But not long after, he heard footsteps.
"YO! WHO THE FK IS THAT?!"**
Bullets started flyin'.
BANG! BANG!
Johan ducked, fired back. Two dudes dropped. He kept runnin', heart beatin' like a drum.
Outta nowhere, a car pulled up.
Fikri (his homie):
"JOHAN! GET IN, BRO!"
Johan jumped in, outta breath.
Johan:
"Take the long route! Gangs all over the main road!"
Fikri:
"Say less."
They swerved through the backstreets. Johan clutched the bag, hands still shakin'.
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The Deal
They pulled up to a sketchy alley. Johan got out, knocked on a rusted door. A dude with a black hoodie opened it.
Dealer:
"You got the stuff?"
Johan:
"Yeah."
He handed the bag over. The guy checked it, then gave Johan an envelope.
Dealer:
"Seventy bucks. You new, huh? Lemme give you some advice—this game'll eat you alive."
Johan:
"Too late. I'm already in."
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Back Home
Johan used part of the cash to buy his mom's meds, then headed home.
His mom was layin' on the couch, lookin' weak.
Mom:
"Johan… where'd you get the money?"
Johan (softly):
"Got a job, Ma…"