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There was a time in my life when I looked forward to being called Homeboy. That would mean that I had arrived. I had been accepted as a member of the criminal subculture. Having paid my dues I was now a con and soon to be an ex-con. In my deluded way of thinking I was proud to be called Homeboy by my peers. I was an outlaw, I could hang, I held my mud, did my time, and went back out to pillage and plunder. I was Bad! I was willing to pay the price!. The cops and the courts couldn't break me. I was a gangster. We had a saying back then "they can kill me but they can't eat me". Oh how completely Satan had deceived me. What a fool!! I had allowed him to make of me. How he would laugh at me in the years to come as I played out the fantasy that he had planted in my mind. I never want to be called "Homeboy" again. All my Homeboys are dead!!
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