Personal Narrative-Tupac Shakur

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Tommy,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Austin, and he sounds upset.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Austin.

Thirty minutes later, however, Austin’s silver DeLorean curved into our driveway, and Austin was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my coat from the couch, I walked out my front door with all the enthusiasm of a man going to stand before a firing squad. Austin pressed a button in the car and the car door flew open. “What took you so long?” Austin asked while turning on the car.

“I was using

“We have to save Tupac” Austin answered.

“Who’s Tupac” Tommy asked while Austin has a shocked look on his face.

“Who’s Tupac!” Austin screamed, “You don't know Tupac Amaru Shakur? 2Pac? Makaveli? Pac?

“Ohhh, the dude from N.W.A?” Tommy questioned.

“No you idiot, he was one the greatest rappers ever and he’s a record producer, actor, and poet. He sold over 75 million records worldwide!” Austin explained.

“Ok, so what happened to him?” Tommy asked as he started to drive the car.

“On September 7, 1996, American hip-hop artist Tupac Shakur was shot in a drive-by shooting in Las Vegas, Nevada. The shooting happened at 11:15 p.m. When the car with Pac stopped at a red light at East Flamingo Road and Koval Lane. Pac was struck by four .40 caliber rounds fired from a Glock: two in the chest, one in the arm, and one in the thigh. He died from his injuries six days later in the University Medical Center of Southern Nevada. The murder remains officially unsolved.” Austin replied.

“Wow, you did your research” Tommy responded surprised.

“Yes I did”, Austin replied, “now let's go look for some

As Austin drove down the packed Vegas road, I could smell a mix of used cigarettes that was burning when I breathed it in. I looked around noticing the lights flashing everywhere, even though it was twelve thirty in the afternoon. I could taste the grittiness in the air from all of exhaust coming from the hundreds of cars in the city. We walked through the city and we noticed all the garbage everywhere. It felt like we were walking through a pile of stinky clothes and wrappers.

Vegas is like a whole different world in 1990. Las Vegas was the only major city in the American West to have been founded in the 20th century, Las Vegas grew from a tiny, desert-bound railroad service centre at the outset of the 20th century of the country’s fastest-growing metropolis at century’s end. This transformation made it possible by a combination of access to water, an extensive transportation network, and permissive state laws. It has created the city now often known simply as “Vegas”, a place of vast casinos.

Austin took out a folder from his backpack and started reading something to himself.

“What’s that?” I asked as Austin started to take out some