Quin was a member of the Arуan Brotherhood who worked with me after he did some time. When Tony from BASH [Baltimore Area Skin Heads] paid [in dope] four members of The Belair-Edison gang, aptly named The Wasted Youth, to rob and kill me, and they stabbed another dude instead, Quin called and warned me that I had been the intended target, and that Tony was trying to drum up support for his efforts to get rid of my race-traitor ass. I think Quin put the brakes on the follow up attempt. He seemed to like me, because I spent time with my son, who I had adopted, where his father had disappeared at birth and his mother had entertained a number of men he hated. He had a hard time keeping a lid on his anger.

#07-01: day, seconds, first-person aggressor

Quin, a very tall thin young man, approached the man from behind as he was unlocking the door to his van. The guy had just argued with Quin’s mother and stormed out of the house with some choice words tossed over his shoulder. Quin grabbed the back of his neck and drove the man’s face into the window, and then threw the man backward to the pavement with a neck-pull & chest push. The man’s head bounced off the asphalt and he lay unconscious in a puddle of blood as Quin headed to the convenience store to get a Pepsi.

That’s it. Quin did not think the rest—pretty much limited to calming down his distraught mother—was worth discussing. The boyfriend did not return.