He Robbed Plugs, Finessed Crews & Sold Fake Bricks: Carl Smitty Smith’s Story

They said the car kept drifting after the shots rang out, gliding across the 610 Loop until it tapped the concrete median and stalled. Whether it was a setup, a mistaken hit, or unfinished business, nobody could say for sure. Carl “Smitty” Smith was inside—but what really happened that night left more questions than answers. Some folks called it karma, others called it confusion. Either way, the streets started talking. This is how it all built up.