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gangland to pomised land
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12/29/04 03:19 PM
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hi i got a really gd book for xmas "from gangland to pomised land" its brilliant. It tells the life story of a man called john pridmore whos a reformed east end gangster who visited our church. its amazin. Youve got to read it. It shows how crime and money dont birng hapiness. Its really good and i highly recomend it. Title: frome gangland to pomised land Author: John Pridmore and Geg Watts
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Re: gangland to pomised land
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the author wrote this on his site about the book:
I was born in the east end of London. At the age of 10, my parents got divorced and I made an unconcious decision not to love any more.
At the age of 13 I had started stealing. By 15 I was put in a detention centre (a youth prison). I left home having been released. My only qualification was stealing, so that's what I did.
At 19 I was in prison again and because the way I dealt with my pain was with anger, I was always fighting. They put me on 23 hour solitary confinement and I came out of there even more angry and bitter.
"I liked fighting so I thought I might as well get paid for it"
I started bouncing round the east end and west end of London. I liked fighting so I thought I might as well get paid for it! I met some guys who seemed to have everything and I started to work for them. Before long I found myself working with them instead of for them. These were the guys who ran most of the organised crime in London. To my shame I was involved in massive drug deals, protection rackets and vicious crime of all sorts.
I had what I thought was everything. Money, power, girls, drugs the lot. But yet there was something missing... This struck me more than ever, when I thought I had killed someone. I knew I had to change my life...
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