This story begins in Detroit, MI. Now, for disclaimer I’m not going to mention any real names in this story.

It was my birthday, I just turned 18 years old, and I was a bit of a bad boy. My father is a bishop and had his own church. At the time, before it had gotten shot up a couple months later, one day my brother brought one of his college friends over to the church.

He met the family, chilled with us a few more times after that, he was real cool! His name was “AJ”! So, my brother, and AJ had came over to watch the game with...