Horrified as I walked through the corridor, once I saw his face I felt horror more. I was there on a scam looking at the man that gave me my last name, ____. Damn.... See... I was not allowed in the hospital, nor the prison... but I'll find my family... son's intuition. So I saw my idol in a bad way yet so strong. Who knew the next time we spoke he'd be gone. A cold hand, a hard face, do people only write when your erased? He maintained a respect for my mother, never did he degrade in front of me or my brother.

I tried to get high until the pains over, yet the real pain gained as I got close to sober. Shoulder holster wrapped tight upon my right shoulder, protecting my ground from surrounding vultures. I notice lately my reflection looks a lot meaner, is that myself... or just my demeanor?