@wissoxfan83
This is so simple.
Just picture someone like little Caron Butler--but not Caron Butler--selling a few grams of blow to a few kids in his neighborhood. Or whatever narcotic it was.
There. Got that image fixed in your mind?
Now. Visualize these two kids that he just sold some blow to and watch their healthy little bodies grow thin and get dark circles around their eyes over the next six months. Got that?
Now visualize them starting to steal to buy. And one of them getting aids on a dirty needle. And the other one getting the shit beaten out of him repeatedly when he gets too slow and shaky to steal stuff without getting caught by those he is stealing from.
Got that?
Now, visualize someone like Caron--but not Caron Butler--and his little customers climbing out of cardboard condos in alleys, or huddling by trash fires in the crook of underpasses and staggering around in the winter snow looking for a fix.
Got that, too?
Now, imagine those little junkies doing oral sex on old bums for money to get their fixes.
Got that?
Now, imagine one of them getting popped through eye socket with a .38 for stealing from the wrong kind of person, or just for the fun of it by some sadistic bastard.
Got that?
Now, imagine this scenario repeated not with two kids but with dozens, maybe hundreds of little "customers" over a period of a couple of years someone like little Caron--but not Caron Butler--might have connected with.
Got that?
Now, imagine all the mothers and fathers and grand parents and brothers and sisters of those little customers spending what little money they had to try to get their little junkies family members straight and have the little junkies lie and steal everything of any value their poor parents had.
Think of all of this while you praise someone like Butler--but not Caron Butler.
I try never to forget this image stream, when I talk about young scumbags that grow up and make a lot of money and get born again.