Geez...
Wes and Kwon, I can't even fathom how hard that must be.
I have been haunted by the death of people close to me. My uncle (FDNY) died on 9/11, along with lots of people from my town. The first woman I truly ever loved died in a car accident. I no doubt planned on marrying her. My best friend since kindergarten was killed after being hit by a car while riding his bike to work. He was clean and sober for 8 months at that point.
When I was 20, I was a full blown junkie and hooked on heroin. I copped at this dudes house where you could just phone him when you were outside and he would open the door and let you in. It wasn't the projects, just some shitty neighborhood in Queens. I showed up and called. No answer. I tried calling about 5 more times over the next 20 minutes. He was always around or one of his people would be working the house. It wasn;t even a question that no one was there to serve you. Anyway, so I go to the door and try to investigate a little as I was starting to feel dopesick and was worried. I noticed the door was slightly ajar so I called his name a few times with no answer. I opened the door and entered the house to see what the deal was. It was a door to the kitchen. As I walked in I saw his body on the ground with a blood drenched white t shirt, strewn with bullet holes, probably 5-6. The creepiest part was his eyes were still open. There was probably (im guessing) a quarter pound of dope on the table with baggies and little spoons and scales out. I panicked and ran from the house, not even thinking to grab any of the dope. I went to a pay phone on the corner a few blocks down and called the cops. Before I got off the phone, I could see 4-5 NYPD cars swarm the house. I ended up copping from someone else because I still needed to obviously get well lol. This was in early 2000s and there was a few articles about it online for the past few years.
Seeing that body fucked me up though. You could almost see how scared he was how he had his eyes wide open and a look of fear and anguish on his face. Definitely haunted me these past few years. The thing I didn;t understand was why didn;t the killer take the dope. I guess maybe it was just a hit.