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stories these people had, but to analyze how the human mind can become so attached or dependent
on a certain way of thinking. That fisheye view.

Usually addictions become obsessions, but in my case the obsession became the addiction. I
needed to see these types of suffering people so I could learn more about existence, and now I had
one more addiction on my list.

At a drug abuse session is where I met Jamal, who was forced to go to these sessions by his friends
and family. The sessions didn't help though, I could see he was still involved in that type of life.
That look of paranoia. Some people prefer Hell. After one session, we both ended up taking the
same bus home and that's where the story begins.

Jamal tells me that he is in some sort of trouble with certain people, and that this was the last place
they'd look for him considering we don't socialize much anymore. I wanted to tell him that I didn't
care about his troubles, but the truth is he never had a chance. Not where he grew up. Not who he
grew up with. Someone dealt him a shitty hand. He says he only plans to stay for a night or two at
the most, and then he tells me he'll be back. It turns out his younger brother was standing outside,
and that he would also be residing here for the time being.

Jamal says that his brother's name is Derek, and that he won't be a problem. I let them both stay in
the room that houses my composition notebooks as it's the only other room in the apartment. I tell
them not to touch any of the notebooks because they are in a specific order.

In the morning when I go to see how they are, I see that Jamal is still sleeping, but Derek is wide
awake. He is reading one of my notebooks. I wasn't surprised because I knew someone like him
wouldn't be able to resist his curiosity. To see this complex of puzzlement before him.

From the moment I saw him I knew he was one of those kids that didn't belong out on the street. He
wasn't like his older brother even though these were the types of people he was around all day. At
a young age he must've figured out that life was much more than it seemed to be, but the truth is he
never had a chance.

Chapter 27:
SATAN IS IN THE DETAILS

Jamal is reluctant to tell me who he is hiding from and why he is doing so. I have to know what I'm
getting myself into so I tell him if he doesn't tell me something, he will have to get the fuck out. He
tells me that he borrowed some money from someone, and that he hasn't been able to pay them
back.

He says that in the past, that person has broken some of his bones, so before he goes back to his
home he has to have the money first. I ask him how he's going to get the money and he tells me that
he has some sort of deal that is going down in a few days. I tell him that a few days and one night
are two different things.

Derek is now going through my composition notebooks as if he were studying for a test the next
day. The only thing more intriguing than his reading skills and his comprehension skills are the