Hey, am I a bad guy? In our world, the police is the enemy. Who likes the police? When you see a loved one taken away from you in handcuffs, they are against everything you love. Well, we love our world of sin, ha! It’s against the law, so they say. You have to understand, in my world, there is no law, and we say, “Fuck the law” and “Fuck the police.” Ahhh, such words of hate, wouldn’t you say? So, the bad guy I am…villain/hoodlum/predator/scum of the earth, and so many more I’ve heard. When I was young, I hated the police and feared them also. Who wants to go to jail? I was a kid, and this is how I thought, honestly. So, I ran every time I saw them. Plus, you don’t ever talk to the police. If they ask, you don’t know anything. You didn’t see anything. You don’t say anything, much less be friendly with them – the enemy they are.

The night is lovely; the sky looks black and sinister. Darkness is perfect for villains to come out and play. The daylight exposes much, so the night is lovely for someone like me, homie. The new guy about that life? Test that shit! Fuck! Here we go again. You strapped? Yup! You think I’m friendly, bitch? Fuck you! Shut the fuck up! What’s up? What you wanna do? Post up, and we’ll see. Look, bitch, fool looks like he got money. We’re at the cut, on the back of some apartment in Atlanta. Robbery, yup? I put my shirt on as a mask; homie uses his bandanas. What’s up, lil homie? You down? I’m down! Bet that! Stupid! Fuck! I’m anxious. This is where I make a mistake. One, the guy’s at a distance; two, there are witnesses, and three, the guy is fast. I popped out on him at gunpoint; I shoot and miss. Fuck, stupid! Idiot! Police gotta be coming. Sure enough, later I hear sirens. I’m at a distance. Sucks, but they’re on the lookout for us, and they tend to get everywhere. And this is where they see us, all three of us.

Run, bitch! I hit the cut, meaning a shortcut. The Club Maria Bonita is close. My cousin is DJ there. I go in and tell ’em, bitch! Police on my ass. He says, “Go out back.” I do exactly that, but one cop pulls up.
Fuck! But they got this Mexican fucked up. This is my land, and they are strangers. They might live here, but I know these streets. I bleed these streets every day. Across are some apartment buildings with a cut, but fuck, I forgot it’s a dead-end cut. I hear the fan first of the Crown Victoria, siren plus lights. Fuck! I don’t want to get locked up. God, please! Funny how all of a sudden, I’m religious.
I look up; the apartment buildings are up on dirt, cement, and wooden blocks stacked up. I climb slowly. I’ve got to! In the midst of climbing, the light shines to my left. I move to the right. Fuck! Almost there.
I move as fast as I can; I make it and sit next to a generator. We call it a green box because it’s a metal box painted green. More sirens. Fuck! My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. Please, God! It’s like I was heard because the lights fade, and the sirens distance themselves. Yesss! Fuck, yeah! Fuck the police, I thought. Ha! It was short-lived because I’m far from home, and I can’t walk the streets. It’s too hot right now. So, I’ve got to sleep outside in the bushes next to a fucking generator. Sucks, but hey, I’m free…