Boom. Click. Whoa.

Byron called today. Shits crazy. He asked me for help, I can't even believe it. I'm definitely a kind and giving spirit but this is crazy. I was supposed to call him to figure out my life, and what happened, but fate gave me a call, and it just so happened to be Byron.
"Yo Sir Ster whats good? How you Livin?"
"Not bad steady livin' you?"
"Wish I could say the same son."
I sensed a little uneasiness in his voice. I knew something was up, and this started to make me nervous. Byron delved into the topic of remembering how he had my back back in the day, how we were a squad. It seemed like a business pitch, as if he was building up my sense of friendship only to knock it down and ask for a huge favor.
"Theres a hit on me Ster, and its because of us."
"What?"
"Man you dont get it? People want me dead! We did some shit we shouldn't have the other week, and now we paying, Bills are due Ster"
"Wait hold up, you said we, we did what?
Heres where the whole story got interesting. I finally am going to figure out what happened to me on my vacation. As you all know I was royally fucked up about a week or so ago, and as you all also know, I did a rather inebriated, and career threatening interview. Apparently I said some dumb things, which angered some of my old friends, and Byrons. They knew where we were what we were doing, what we had, and what they could get. Apparently we were at Byron's place chillin doin our thing, when all of the sudden, some of our old acquaintances strolled into the room, guns drawn. There was immediately shouting and scrambling, apparently Jessie stood up and tried to talk em down. Me and Byron grabbed our guns, we werent gonna go down without a fight is I guess what we thought. Things got heated and Jessie got thrown to the ground by two of the thugs. Byron fired a warning shot right into the air, but this didnt do any good, they did the same and said
"Think we scared of gunfire boy? We ain't no pussy ass singing fool like you!"
This got me mad, I fired two shots, supposedly warning shots, but in my fucked up state one grazed one of the thugs on the legs. Jessie then jumped up and pushed the other one down, and we got the fuck out of there. We got in my Range Rover and sped off, we saw the others running out of the house too, we all knew it was best the cops never caught wind of this, pigs ain't good for shit except eating donuts.

So there it is, bam, the story of my gun, of my vacation  of how it went down. Oh boy, now I've gotten in some shit I never should've, this could be the end of me. I thought we were done with this shit, but the ghosts of my past always come back to haunt me.

"Ster you there? STER!"

"Yo, I'll call you back I need some time, don't worry though Byron play it cool for a day I'll be in touch."

Boom. Click. Whoa. How can I even help? Do I even want to help him? Nah that's not a question hes my brother whether I like it or not, we've just taken different paths at this point. Does he want me to put up cash for the hit to take it off? I don't have that kind of money right now, cash isn't flowing in like it used to. this is bonkers.