Funeral for a Two Bit Hood

Jeremy had roamed the streets since he was nine years old, looking for any way to survive. He was a fatherless child. His mom, a prostitute and semi professional con artist had conceived Jeremy with one of her jons. She was never around during his childhood, so the boy was always home alone and free to do as he pleased in order to survive. He didn't like being at home to listen to his mother having sex with multiple men every night. Then one night one of the jons started to beat him. His mom just watched and did nothing to stop it. The beatings continued for several weeks until one day Jeremy found a big blade in behind a dumpster and took it home. Then one night while the abusive jon was having sex with his mom Jeremy went into the jacket of the jon and took his car keys. He then went to the jon's car and unlocked it and returned the keys to the jacket. After he went back to the car and lay down in the backseat with his newly found big blade. 

​It was around 3am when the jon left the apartment. Jeremy waited anxiously in the back seat. He heard footsteps approaching the vehicle and then the doors clicked to unlock. He held his breath as the driver's door opened and the jon sat down. Jeremy waited for the jon to put on his seatbelt and start the car, but all the jon did was sit. Jeremy rose out of the seat. The jon caught a glimpse of him in the rear view mirror but it was too late as Jeremy was too quick and had sliced the jon's throat from ear to ear. The body fell onto the passenger's seat. Jeremy then took the man's wallet, watch and cash. The man was loaded with a Rolex and over 1000 dollars in cash. Jeremy then quietly left the car and headed back to the apartment. He smiled to himself and thought that this was going to be his new life. He felt no remorse.

The next day his mom found out about the murder and knew it was Jeremy. She didn't say anything fearing she might be his next victim. Jeremy was a killer before he became a teenager. But this was just the start for the youngster as he took his shiv and carved his way to a living. Night after night he went on the prowl looking for victims to jack. He went after the wealthy and after drug dealers and got rich. Then when he had turned 16 he met another street hood named Billy and they purchased a couple of sawed off shotguns and a couple of cannons and thought about getting into the business of home invasions. But tragedy struck when one morning Billy got run over by a street cleaner and that was the end of that. 

Over the years Jeremy became cocky and got more brazen with his crimes. And even though the police didn't know who he was they were on to him. He was now 18 and if he was caught he went away to the clink with the big boys. What Jeremy didn't know was that the authorities were only one step behind.  

Through the help of an informant Jeremy heard of a major stash house in his area of town. Jeremy hit it and got away, shooting two drug dealers in the process. The police tracked him down to his mother's apartment and blasted down the door with a shotgun. A gun fight insued and Jeremy was shot 37 times before he died. His mother was not at home at the time and when she arrived it was a blood bath. Her son's mangled corpse was on the floor and the whole apartment was torn apart by gunfire. She started to scream and holler. The police held her back.

"Just let me see my baby for one minute please." She was hysterical so the officer granted her two minutes alone with her son. She suddenly stopped crying and tore the rolex off his wrist and went through his pockets looking for valuables. She then undid his money belt from his waist which contained over 100,000 dollars. Moments later she resumed crying as she walked by the officers. 

Jeremy had his funeral pre-planned knowing that in his line of work death was always around the corner. He had picked out a coffin that was gilded with gold and diamonds and worth nearly a quarter of a million dollars. At the graveyard the priest said the final prayers and the coffin was hoisted above the plot. Everyone left the graveyard, but the body remained above the earth waiting to be lowered into the ground. Ten minutes later a truck pulled up and dumped the body into the plot, filled it with dirt and loaded up the quarter million dollar coffin and drove away.

Hours later there was a knock at the door and Jeremy's mom answered. A man simply handed her an envelope and walked away. She sat down at the kitchen table and opened up the envelope. Inside was 125,000 dollars in 100 dollar bills. It was the money she had made by selling her son's coffin to gangsters online.