White Boy: I started smoking weed when I was nine years old. Started doing cocaine when I was eleven. I’ve earned my stripes out here. There’s a lot of people don’t fuck with me cause they’re scared of me cause they know I’m quick to fight and it’s just because it’s survival out here. They say it’s hard being black in a white community. It’s hard being white growing up in a black community too.
My mom’s white and all her boyfriend’s were white. We moved out here to sell Oxycontin. Her and her boyfriend. He zip tied me and stabbed me four times when I was seventeen.
BW: Tell me about that.
White Boy: My dad used to beat me and my brother up real bad so we moved in with my mom [and her boyfriend Mike] when we were twelve. He tried but my brother didn’t like him. [One time] we stole like a thousand Valium and a hundred Percocets [from Mike].
So, when we moved down here to Atlanta with him in 99… he looked out for me but I [kept steeling] from him. Like, I may take an air compressor or just do stupid shit. So, I stole his pistol. It was a 357 snub nose Smith and Wesson. I deserved what I got, don’t get me wrong.
I called him up [after I stole his gun] and said, “Look Mike, I need a hundred Xanax and I’m about to be at the house. So, I walk in and I throw my clothes in the dryer. As I’m walking back towards the door, here he comes, six foot five, two-hundred-seventy pounds. He was a bouncer for twenty-five years. He was huge, man. I see this look in his eyes and he goes to swing at me. I moved but all his weight was in the punch and he left himself open. I caught him right in the nose. I stood up and behind me was [his friend] David. He snatched my feet from behind me. I smacked the floor. He put the blade up to my head and he stabbed me, [then he stabbed me] a quarter inch from my lungs, stabbed me in the back of my leg and tortured me for two and a half hours.
I told him I didn’t know where [the gun] was. I was bloody and they had bags up underneath my body. They were talking like I wasn’t there like, “What do you want to do? What car do you want to take him in?” They were really gonna kill me! It went too far.
So, after I got zip tied and stabbed, Mike’s phone rings and it’s David’s old lady. Mike had blood all on his shoes so he’s wiping it off and David’s at the back trailer, looking out the window, talking on the phone. I sat up with all my strength, stood up, jumped off the coffee table, out the window, head first. [The neighbors] came over and cut the zip ties off me.
I called Summer [baby’s mom] and I told her what happened. So, she [picks me up and] drops me off at the fire department. I was bleeding. I was gushing.