Requested by Far.yal

MY NEIGHBOR QUINCY'S LIFE AS TOLD THROUGH SNAPSHOTS FROM MY MEMORY

@smallthings I was just thinking about starting this list and then I got your request! My parents still live in the same house they brought baby me home to. It's two doors down from Quincy's house.
  1. My first memory of Quincy was when he was three. He and another neighbor boy were beating the shit out of each other with sticks.
    I was only 6 or 7 so please don't judge me too harshly for not intervening.
  2. My next memory is when he was 7. All his teeth were silver. I didn't understand why but later learned they were silver caps to protect his unhealthy baby teeth.
  3. There is a big chunk of years where I don't have many memories. Probably because I was a typical self-involved teen.
  4. When I was 22 I helped organize and run a gang-prevention program. A few church leaders joined with local police to open the middle school one Friday night a month. We invited the kids from the neighborhood to play basketball and eat free pizza.
  5. Quincy was always there, often high. He was pretty friendly during those interactions, but honestly I've never met a mean high person.
  6. Years later I'd give him rides to and from the convenience store. He'd always ask about my sister and I'd always ask about his.
  7. One time I saw him riding down the street on a moped. He looked very happy.
  8. Last I heard, he got his hands on a gun and was threatening a few young kids in the neighborhood. Naturally, the dads of those kids were pissed. They called the cops and threatened Quincy themselves.
  9. That was maybe three months ago. I haven't seen him since.