The Death of my Cousin Cordero Starks
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I believed in God at that time. It was very hot that day, that night in the summer time when I was 17. My hair style was a low fade, I had on a jersey, and blue jeans. This story happened on Chicago Ave. and Keller one night in a big parking lot where there are a lot of trucks. I was in my Sister’s friend’s car, and I was pulled over by the police. Why? Because I didn’t have my permit on me.
I was going to play my video game and I told my big sister call her friend and tell her to let me park her car. I went to find a parking place, but I didn’t see one so I went to go get my friend, figuring I’d find a parking place on the way when I got pulled over by the police.
It was challenging just to see the policeman, and getting the car towed, and going to court for it. The policeman and all the people were just looking at me when it happened.
As a result, I lost my sister’s friend. I lost a lot of money that I had to give up to her because of the car and now she don’t want to talk to me anymore.
When the police man stopped me I felt awkward. I walked like I was in slow motion. It was tough on me, going to jail at that time, seeing my family. Who helped guide me through this situation was my grandmother Roberta Clark. I most admire my Grandmother because she took care of me and put clothes on my back. My Grandmother likes to party and go out a lot to the boats. She believes in God, and goes to church every day.
The police challenged me. They didn’t lay the law down correctly. When I got to court they laid the rules down, which came down to getting me to pay those fines. They ended up continuing the case. I figured out what I had to do to make everything work well. I learned that my enemies were cool people after all.
