Dwight Scott, known as The Impactor, was not looking to be a hero and only helped his comrades bust drug deals because he was forced to. After one bust, he was left alone with a bag of cocaine which he started using. Over the next week, his drug use escalated and he began sneaking drugs from busts and buying them, shocking local gangs. He developed a heroin addiction, seeking the "super hero rush" but ultimately hurting himself.

1. Mark Glatt
Part XXV Twenty Five
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Dwight Scott was not
looking to be a hero ….
… He was looking to be
a man
Presents

2. We had just taken out another crime scene. By we, I mean myself, Super Ball and
Iro L7. By crime scene, I mean a drug deal held by some criminals who I would not
bust on my own terms but found myself taking care of because my two comrades
chose to. They knew that I was not usually into busting drug deals. The reason is
because I go out to stop from hurting others so they do not have to go through
anything like what I had gone through even though they had explained to me that
dealing will eventually hurt people who will eventually die. Still, I was in this
business more for myself than for other people.

3. After we busted the group, Super Ball and Iro L7 took them down town while
they trusted me to get rid of the bag of cocaine. They explained to me how I
must do this. Still, because this was so new to me, I took the cocaine up to my
room with me. I thought I would just leave it there. I thought I would finish my
paper first and then take the drugs away. I started writing my paper. “The reason
urban areas and sub urban areas have different rates of crime”… There was the
bag of drugs, just sitting there, doing nothing. Sitting there doing nothing. “The
reason for the different levels of wealth in the urban areas and the sub urban
areas would be that they are populated differently in…” Nothing would come to
me. No ideas. No ideas whatsoever. Whatsoever, nothing. At all. “We live in a
world where”… The bag of drugs was just sitting there. “In this world we have
to…”

4. I got drunk. Then I started to type. Getting drunk did not make the typing any
better. Sure I typed more but what I typed looked more like
asdoifjs’dfoiwjeo’fijas’foij ds … … …… …… …. …. …….. …. …. …… ……
Everything went wild. Everything went wild. I picked up the bag of drugs. I got out
a straw. I snorted the cocaine. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

5. Over the next week I did more and more of it. When the bag was finished, I
snuck some more back to my room after every drug bust that I could get
involved in. Eventually, I even started buying some off of the street. Many gangs
were surprised. Many big bad gangs were surprised and shocked and shocked
to see The Impactor finding out from them were he can get some drugs. The
Impactor needed to some drugs so he could get that big super hero rush. And
the, eventually, he needed some heroin....

6. Over the next week I did more and more of it. When the bag was finished, I
snuck some more back to my room after every drug bust that I could get
involved in. Eventually, I even started buying some off of the street. Many gangs
were surprised. Many big bad gangs were surprised and shocked and shocked
to see The Impactor finding out from them were he can get some drugs. The
Impactor needed to some drugs so he could get that big super hero rush. And
the, eventually, he needed some heroin....