Jo Jo Gaines is a gentleman that traveled a long way to work, traveling from 4800 N. to 4300 S. State St.
By working on Christmas day, it was an added bonus in addition to the time and a half, that he may not come in contact with a lot of patrons.
More than certain that Mr. Gaines never thought that on Christmas day, he would be staring down the barrel of a gun being held by a cowardly fuck.
As usual, these thug ass, useless, cowards have to make a stupid statement. By doing so, that punk took an innocent man's life at Christmas time. That's not the way a family wants to celebrate any holiday, by being notified of the death of a loved one.
This is not a conspiracy theory but there is something very eerie about this particular area too. Directly across the street from the B.P. gas station where Mr. Gaines was murdered, there is a recreational park where a young thirteen year old young man was gunnned down this past summer. Not too long after that, in fall, an adult male that worked at Alice's restaurant, which is one block east of the B.P. gas station, was gunned down standing outside while taking a break.
I don't know what the fuck is going on, but we are having a lot of unecessary shit going on in that area that seems to involve a lot of innocent lives taken.
But the minute I decide to go Charles Bronson and take matters in my own hands, there's flack behind it. This is why I stay packed.
We go down together fucking with me.