Damn this one takes me back. He was the resident bum of the hood, always shooting up and getting high, but he was a funny mother fukker. Always had jokes. Whenever me and the homies were outside on the street corner drinking on some 40's and smoking some black and milds and just chilling, you could always count on Krusty the crackhead to provide the jokes. He was always extremely animated. He brought the laughs every single time. He also was a die hard Jordan fan, knew every single stat about him and he was a Lebron hater and would sit there and argue with us for hours on how Jordan was better than Lebron. He never had a home to sleep in as he was a bum. Any shelter he found was at the YMCA or a cardboard box.
One day, an argument between a low level drug dealer and a drug fiend took place and ended in a shoot out. Drug dealer was like "where the fukk is my money, n1gga" as he started pushing the fiend all over the place and that's when the fiend snapped and pulled a gun and started poppin. Bullets started flying like it was the 4th of July and everyone in the area took off running and Krusty got hit with a stray bullet as he was trying to get away....
The street corner was never the same without him. In his remembrance, we all poured some of out 40's out.
Damn.....
We miss you, Krusty! Rest in Peace.