It's a Fork In the Road & They Can't Drive the Same Way

Meet Lefty & Right-hand
They're best friends
Lefty grew up only to LEFT back in the city streets after HS
Right-hand is living quite alRIGHT, he's went to college & doing all the RIGHT things
Lefty's a good dude, heart of gold just like Right-hand & it's a lot in RIght-hand that ain't RIGHT. The roles can easily be reversed. Regardless of circumstances, Right-hand. Lefty are like Yin and Yang. At the end of the day, they just see each other as one of the same kind...

Lefty and Right-hand are chilling (a rare occasion these days). Drinking, smoking, and just talking. Lefty pulls out a shopping bag and looks at Right-Hand, "I need you to ride wit me." Right-hand just nods. He pulls out a black hoody, sweatpants, and football gloves.The Uniform. They walk to the car, Right-hand still has his drink in hand, no too sure of what's really going on wit Lefty. He forgot what he left behind when he turned right. The drive around the city, Lefty lays out tonight's plans:
"Yeah son, take a look at this, gotta silencer and all..... These niggas been runnin' they mouf too much. They bout to fuck all kind of shit up. Ya feel me? When we pull up follow my lead, It's usually two or three niggas. you know how dat be. U 'memba Dum Dum and dem?... Yeah, I know they ain't strapped, I been watchin dem niggas. You fuck with this joint? I got da' banana clip for this joint. But I ain't gon' need that tonight... U gon' finish your cup?"
Right-hand just sits there nodding his head the whole time."So Dum Dum and dem huh?"
They pull up behind an apartment building complex, right around the corner from Dum Dum's car. Lights off, Right-hand takes his cup to the head. They pull out ski-masks, load and cock their weapons. Lefty gotta .45 and Right-hand a 380, his favorite. They check the safety locks on their weapons making sure there ain't no trigger jams. They sit there in dark and silence, looking around to make sure nobody noticed them. Lefty know this spot is perfect, he's practiced several times in the last week. His car tonight, a car from the local junkyard, stolen out of town tags. After another hour or so, Lefty nudges Right-hand, "C'mon son, there they go."
Lefty and Right-hand get out of the car as Dum Dum walks towards his car. They jog softly towards Dum Dum and his confidante. Too late Dum Dum, Lefty just let one off in his head, and Right-hand follows up at the confidante, but Lefty is quicker and the Confidante catches two. Turn and Run; they jump in the car and pull off.
Right-hand's eyes are bloodshot red and Lefty looks content. "You aight?" Lefty asks. Right-hand nods and reclines his seat after he removes his ski-mask. "Thanx son, you still trynna go out?" Right-hand, laying back in the seat,"Yeah, take me around some bitches." The duo, rides to the back alley of a city project, where they remove their shoes, sweatshirts, gloves, ski masks, and sweatpants. They throw them in the trash, and proceed home in gym shorts to shower and go out. Right-hand knows what kind of life he left behind; but in his eyes Lefty deserves to be right too. So he does whatever he can do...