I feel so warm and tingly. My every breath is in slow motion. My voice raspy chain smoking while the summer breeze played the saxophone like that old jazz man you know. My younger days… Dice games going on in the ally way so you know I’m side betting. Keeping my third eye open for guys gun toting. Trying to rob us was suicide and the whole north west side knew it. My knuckles bruised and cut up from last nights predicted fight. Guess who won? The ladies of the night standing on the boulevard hopping in and out of cars like they were jumping rope. She asked me did I have another cigarette and I replied and, I don’t smoke. If I could do a documentary on her life it would be like bringing a knife to a gun fight only for the knife to win. This was also the night that I made death run. This was the night that change my life forever.