Despite it being Christmas Eve, Xavier was in his bedroom jotting down a few major points for his essay. Three days spent at the spot had yielded some fascinating findings. There were three young men with individual reasons for risking their freedom to deal illegal prescription pain meds out of a dilapidated colonial. Contrary to mainstream America’s narrow, stereotypical view about young black dope dealers, they were human beings who chose the black trade to fill some need in their lives. Dark was the first subject. The boy had expressed to Xavier his desire to finish high school and make something of himself. But that was his dream. His nightmarish decision to risk his life had been driven by the sheer will to step up in the place of his drug-addicted mother and take care of his siblings. This dude exhibited strong leadership potential. Not the type to fall in and follow the crowd. He knew his worth, so therefore he didn’t have to use violence to get his respect. But him—Xavier had plans to help.
