VonOff1700's gang 'TossGang' gets into a SHOOTOUT in BROAD DAY with Bloodhound Q50 before he was ki**ed☠️
The BEEF allegedly started after the Bloodhound Q50 robbed one of their homies.🤦♂️
CRAZY👀
Jamarcus Rollins and his partner in crime, Armaun Livingston, are accused of breaking into 16+ cars in various neighborhoods around the NSU Campus in Davie, FL, and when they tried running from police like majority of blacks do, they were taken to the ground by a Davie PD K-9.
Last 3 times I got some bullshit
Been trying to find a new guy lately and been getting some really good deals and everything, been pretty hopeful with the look of it. Crystals seemed a little small but ok and was a lot of powdered crystals in here. #drugtwt
Many of you still think soldiers die like heroes in clean, decisive moments. This footage from Height 105-106 shows the actual pattern: short, brutal close encounters in trenches and treelines where both sides take heavy losses in seconds. The foreign volunteers (US, Canadian and others) who went into Alfa and Bravo did not stroll in as invincible veterans; they closed with the enemy under fire, cleared positions, and finished the fight at arm’s length. Officials on both sides will call the dead martyrs or heroes. That is a cliché that softens reality for people who have never watched these frames.
This is not the Middle East style of engagement most Western veterans trained for. Iraq and Afghanistan experience does not automatically transfer. Standard training and past tours do not prepare you for the density of fires, the constant drone threat, and the pure infantry meat-grinder of these European fields. You can be a veteran of Kandahar or Fallujah and still not last long if you trust only old skills. As the Afghan proverb says: everyone is gang until they go to Kandahar. The ones who actually went into those trenches found out quickly that talk and prior service do not change the arithmetic of short-range killing. Most of the fallen on either side were not dying as storybook heroes. They were simply there when the next burst of fire arrived.
At 7 years old Tweaky Dave was selling heroin for his father. At 9 his father shot him in the stomach and walked away. At 10 he was doing prostitution on Hollywood streets to survive. By 19 he was a heroin addict dying of leukemia and refusing treatment. He died shortly after this interview. Twenty years later his jacket became the center of a fashion controversy involving Kanye West.
He sat on the Jerry Springer Show and told this story like it happened to someone else.
In the video below, Dave walks through a childhood that most people couldn't survive a single week of - and Jerry Springer sits across from him visibly struggling to process what he's hearing.
Dave said he started selling dope for his dad at 7. Said it was the family business. Said he didn't see anything wrong with it at the time.
Then at 9 he kicked open the wrong door. His father was bagging dope with customers in the room. Next thing Dave knew he was on the floor bleeding. His father walked away.
The hooker next door called an ambulance.
Dave ran to Hollywood to become a rock star. Was 9 years old.
The system put him in placements. He ran. They locked him up. He ran again. Trusted nobody. Said cops treated runaways like criminals. Started prostitution at 10 because it was the only way to eat.
Stopped at 16 after watching two friends die of AIDS.
Found a dismembered body in a Beverly Hills dumpster one night. Said it happens all the time.
Asked what keeps him going he said: the 8-year-olds he meets on the street. He doesn't want them to go through ten years of what he went through.
He didn't get much longer to help them.
Is Tweaky Dave a cautionary tale about what happens when every system fails a child, or proof that some people find a reason to keep going no matter what?
Susie Zhao was found in a Michigan parking lot - raped, murdered, and set on fire at 33. For ten years she had been one of the sharpest players in American poker: she sat across from grown men who couldn’t read her and cleaned them out to the last chip. That entire life - the skill, the lights, the crowd - came to $224,671 and a death almost no one even noticed
They called her “Susie Q.” In the video below - one of the last times a camera ever caught her at a table - you can see why the game loved her: young, calm, smiling, quietly taking apart a seat full of men twice her size. This is the life poker sells you. The lights, the respect, the strangers online who adore you
Here’s the bill it hides. The game pays in “freedom,” and the price of that freedom is everything that anchors a person - no home, no schedule, no one who needs you by morning. Just the next table, the next city, the next swing from flush to broke. Susie was good enough to live inside it for ten years, and $224,671 is all the record books say she had to show for a decade of airports, all-night games, and people who only knew her with chips in front of her
By 2020 she’d drifted back to Michigan, off the streams and mostly alone. She accepted a place to stay from a man she barely knew. He raped her, killed her, and burned her body in a park-and-ride lot
Here’s the part that should scare you. The table hands a gambler a family of strangers and quietly deletes the real one - and strangers don’t come looking when you stop showing up. Every person who ever cheered “Susie Q” would swear they loved her. Not one of them was in the room where she died - and the poker world found out she was gone the way you just did: secondhand, too late to matter
So before you buy the gambler’s life - the freedom, the swings, the crowd chanting your name - answer the only question that lands the second the cameras cut: who would actually come looking for you?
Frank Lucas says he paid $4,200 for a kilo of heroin in Thailand. In Harlem, it sold for $60,000 to $70,000.
He says he moved the money through Chase Manhattan.
In the video below, the real “American Gangster” explains how it worked.
Lucas worked under Harlem boss Bumpy Johnson for 13 years. Bumpy wouldn’t touch drugs.
When Bumpy died in 1968, Lucas says he went around Harlem and collected the money people owed. About $3 million to $4 million.
He put it in Chase Manhattan, in different branches. Chase had a branch in Bangkok.
“All I had to do is go over there and draw it out.”
In Thailand, he says, he met a man he only calls “007.” Price of entry: $125,000.
“He showed it to me for the 300 keys.”
He says the heroin came back to the U.S. through military bases.
$4,200 a kilo in Bangkok. Up to $70,000 in Harlem. More than 15 times the price.
Denzel Washington later played him in “American Gangster.”
Asked what he regrets, he talks about the cars, the Rolls-Royce, and a diamond bracelet with his name on it.
“It cost me like 100 grand. What did it do for me? Garbage.”
The case for Lucas: he says he bought turkeys for Thanksgiving, paid rent for women in the neighborhood and sent kids to college.
The case against Lucas: the heroin he brought in by the hundreds of kilos was sold on the same Harlem streets.
So was Frank Lucas giving back to Harlem, or just paying it back with its own money?