A Strange Meeting - Original Writing

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A Strange Meeting - Original Writing

On a bone chilling Friday morning in December, 2000 a tall hooded man

got out of a Toyota Supra in the suburbs of London. I was hiding

behind a large garbage bin. I came to know that a fight was going to

happen between the two most famous gangs in London, The Eagles and The

Scorpions. As it was foggy I could not figure out who the man was who

got out of a Toyota Supra. But he seemed to be a six foot tall man,

wearing a knuckle puncher on his right hand a dazzling Rolex on his

left. He was in his mid twenties. He was wearing sleeveless black top

and blue Versace jeans. He seemed to be waiting for some one. As the

weather got clear, I recognised him as Roger, the leader of The Eagles

gang. This was the first time I saw him so closely. His car was parked

just 50 feet away I saw that he had black skin and had freckled arms.

I could see his blood thirsty eyes through his balaclava.

Then there was a distant rumble of a car and then a Ferrari came

rushing past and skidded around and stopped. A short black man leapt

out of the Ferrari and had a notorious look on his face. He appeared

to be in his early twenties. He took out a Nokia 6680 out from his

pocket and spoke to some one in a very low pitch. This man was about

five feet five inches, braided hair, and broad shoulders and had

twinkling brown eyes. He was wearing jet black Nike track suit. Seeing

a mole on his forehead, I recognised him as William, known as Will. He

advanced towards Roger and shortly got into a very heated argument

with him. There was swearing and crossing all around the place.

Roger was so angry that I could see his vein on the te...

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... angry. “You want to

be like me?” he shouted. Do you know how it feels to be a gangster?

For you youngsters it is an adventure but for me I roar around with my

life in my hand. When you look at me, this

Rolex, this Versace and you think ooh what a rich man but only I know

how poor I am from inside. I have spoilt my life in this game and

won’t put your people’s life at stack”. There was silence for about

three seconds. Then Roger hastily caught my hand, slammed the tickets

to Manchester in my hand and a £10000 pound cheque and said to my face

“There’s your tickets and money to buy a house”. Then he gave us all a

stern look and said to our face “GOOD BYE”. I was shocked and

confused. I never expected such a spoilt person to guide us on the

right path. Now I am 59 years old and Roger’s words are still in my

mind.

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