Alfie Sunshine

raganrogaine · August 6, 2025

I often tell myself that I’ve left that life behind, but deep down, I know it’s not entirely true. Every time I clock in at [REDACTED] or [REDACTED], a part of me wonders about my old crew—out there grinding, living without having to answer to anyone.

When I first arrived in the city, I had no idea what to expect. Like most newcomers, I took the straightforward route and joined the road crew to make some money. Eventually, I saved up enough to buy my first car. During that time, I met a few key people: [REDACTED], [REDACTED], and [REDACTED]. They had private discussions about forming a crew—one that would protect the downtrodden and take from those who preyed on others. They invited me to a meeting at their apartment, and I left feeling confident about our potential. However, as time passed, [REDACTED] never made any real moves. He continued working at road crew and later took a job at [REDACTED].

Frustrated by the lack of progress, I started seeking new opportunities. A friend, [REDACTED], and I decided to patrol the labs to see what we could get into. One evening, while driving down the highway, we ran into [REDACTED], offered him a ride, and dropped him off at a gas station. [REDACTED] and I then continued our rounds and arrived at [REDACTED], a well-known lab. There, we encountered a group of at least ten individuals in motorcycle helmets and leather jackets. Their leader, [REDACTED], recognized me, and the energy shifted.

We struck up a conversation and ultimately decided to work alongside them—helping to cultivate and transport marijuana plants. After spending hours with them, we loaded our vehicle with plants and headed back to the city. However, on the way out, we realized we were being tailed by members of [REDACTED], who attempted to rob us. We managed to evade them and secure our haul, but not everyone was as lucky—[REDACTED] and another associate were caught.

Following this ordeal, [REDACTED] invited [REDACTED] and me to their headquarters and offered us a place in their organization. I took my time considering the offer and consulted with friends. Ultimately, I accepted, which caused tension with [REDACTED], who felt betrayed. Though [REDACTED] understood my reasoning, it took time for us to mend our relationship.

Over the next few months, I was fully immersed in this new life. The crew taught me everything—how to rob stores, chop cars, and navigate the underground economy. While the sense of community was strong, the financial reward wasn’t enough. That’s when [REDACTED] introduced me to the drug trade, highlighting its profitability. Around the same time, [REDACTED]’s organization was finally making moves, and I was proud to see their progress.

I made the decision to leave my crew on good terms, though it wasn’t easy. Some members, particularly [REDACTED], were upset, but we reached an understanding. I approached [REDACTED] about returning, and [REDACTED] welcomed me back with open arms. From there, I quickly integrated into the group and took on an active role. [REDACTED] and I dedicated countless hours to cooking, and in time, I found myself rising through the ranks. Not long after, the group was officially recognized by [REDACTED]—a moment of pride for all the work we had put in.

Running labs came with constant risks. I was frequently robbed and hadn’t been to prison in a while, which led me to take on work at [REDACTED] to build my financial security. Eventually, I reached a point where I could afford to take risks again, so I resigned and dove back into lab work. However, the increase in crack production brought with it escalating conflicts. The constant robberies wore me down, and without a unified schedule among our members, defending ourselves became a challenge.

Then came the block party.

We heard that [REDACTED] members were disrespecting our allies, and I received the green light to have our crew confront them. I armed the team and gave the order. Unfortunately, it didn’t go as planned. Later, I was called to pick someone up from the hospital, only to find two [REDACTED] members lurking in an area they had no business being in. After I retrieved my guy, they followed us and confronted me about the earlier incident.

That was the final straw. The constant drama had drained the fun out of it all—the thrill of evading police, the excitement of organizing operations. It no longer felt like a game; it felt like a cycle of chaos.

So, I walked away.

I sold my house, got rid of my weapons, and took a much-needed break.

I felt it was the right moment to return to the city. Upon my arrival, I found myself confronted by the remnants of my past. During my absence, I had shifted my mindset away from a lifestyle marked by crime and conflict, embracing instead a path of prosperity and peace. With this in mind, I sought employment at Bayview in order to regain my footing.

After working there for a week or two, I reconnected with former colleagues from my previous job. They informed me that the company was expanding into other regions of the state and expressed optimism about its future. Encouraged by this news, I decided to rejoin the company, a decision I have since regarded as highly beneficial.

Around this time, an old friend returned to the city and introduced me to a member of my previous crew. This individual, along with his associates, offered me a position within their organization, appointing me as the Public Relations Director. My responsibilities included managing day-to-day employee activities, organizing events, fostering relationships with other crews, and overseeing our treasury.

Initially, I believed we were all aligned in our goals. However, a few weeks later, I was approached to assist with an operation. Although I was hesitant, I ultimately agreed to participate. The operation involved the serious act of taking the lives of two individuals at a confidential location, which I recognized as a typical expectation within that environment. However, in the following days, several members of the organization faced serious legal repercussions, including charges related to the murder of government officials.

Realizing the potential consequences of being associated with such activities, I engaged in considerable internal reflection. I concluded that I was not willing to jeopardize the life I had worked hard to establish for the sake of accommodating a few individuals who seemed to thrive on reckless behavior and the prospect of incarceration. Consequently, I made the decision to step down from my role.

. Around this time, I had met and fell head over heels for a nice young lady. Everyone around me noticed an immediate change. I was more calm, relaxed, and over all less of a loose cannon. She was an EMT, so I had to maintain a certain level to not effect her employment. As this went on, my feelings started to grow deeper for her, so I decided it was time to cut things off. I’ve never been of a sane consistent mental state, so I knew sooner or later I would fuck it all up for her, causing her to lose her career.

After this, I felt my mental state slowly started to deteriorate. I started craving violence and money. I was borderline insatiable to stuff my bank account and vending machines with cash. I had never done anything violent with any of the crews thus far because they cared more for politics and relations. One day, I jumped in my car, and headed north. The infamous stab city. I have always been friends with several people that live there, and a few of them are my family members. I drove in, spoke with the previous president for a while. He decided he would take me under his wing, and told me to deal with the situation and come back to him with a gargoyle and a clean slate. So that’s exactly what I did. I had a meeting with my current crew, and we all decided I could leave unharmed.

I was now a hang around. I sold them tons of drugs to help upkeep turfs, which increased my progress toward membership very quickly. I placed a large order for heavy fully automatic weapons and body armor, loaded up my vehicle with chemicals and headed to labs over and over cooking large quantities of drugs while I looked over my colleagues, and they did the same for me. As each minute passes, we expect a hostile force to come and try to rob and kill us, but we are always prepared. Sometimes they come…. Sometimes they don’t.

A month goes by, now I am a full patched member. Fully immersed in this lifestyle, and loving every minute of it.