Boxing - The Solution to My Problems

I grew up on Vermont Avenue in South Central Los Angeles, which is the territory of the eight tray gangster crips. Like many young black men at the time, I fell into the corner boy life because there was just nothing else out there for me. When I got a charge for slinging dope and decided to use my time and prison to change my life for the better, some people won't make it easy on you. My homies said that they were gonna shank me, sell me to the Aryan Brotherhood, or that I'd have to buy my way out of the set if I won't gone so bad. After nine years when I got out my parole officer