Town

Guns Knives and Drugs, my life before Town. I live in a filthy big city in New York called…you guessed it…New York! The town where your supporting yourself or out in the streets but the time your thirteen. I myself was forced down the path of the scum buckets that I used to call my friends. We were into street shootouts, knife fights and nightly shootups. Yeah okay, so I was a bad person, I know that now, but all that changed, the day we decided to go for a stroll in the woods…

It was a cool spring day, and my friends John and I went for a walk down through the woods where our friends Bob and George, the local bums lived. We ventured deep, deep into the forest, beyond the length anyone had ever gone yet, or so far as we knew, and still hadn’t found Bob or George, “Maybe we should split up John, we’ll cover more ground that way, “ I told him.

“Sounds good to me, we’ll meet back here in ten, with or without Bob and ...