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He was a seventeen-year-old kid. He died on the first of December when my other daughter was celebrating her birthday.
It was six in the afternoon, fifteen years ago.
You know, around here it's not safe. Saturday there was a shoot-out...
...when a gang came up here to settle scores. It was such a horrible shoot-out that we had to throw ourselves on the floor.
He has been dead three years already. He was a little boy.
He was eighteen-years-old. His name was Carlos Antonio...
...oh...I don't want to think about it...
They killed my son when he was in prison, thirteen years ago. He lost his way right here in the neighborhood...
he took the bad road. He left his son behind...
he's fifteen, no...sixteen. He left him when hi was a little baby. His name is Howard. He always remembers his dad.
I have a girlfriend and sometimes I ask her, hey honey, what would it feel like to have a dad...
...and when I get teary eyed, she sits with me and helps me get it off my chest. Thank God I have her and my mom.
I've always told myself if I have a child I want to be with him until he has his own child and be a grandfather.
I don't want to do the same thing my dad did by leaving me.
We look at the pictures and we see how many children have fallen.
Before, boys got involved in crime at fifhteen-years-old. Today we're seeing boys who are eight, ten, twelve-years-old...
Sometimes the people kill each other for minor things...