One cold winter night, I was walking home from the corner store when I noticed an old wino walking toward me. He had the smell of urine all over him and was dressed in an old camouflage jacket that had US Army written on the chest pocket. There were two more of them coming up fast, as if I was their last chance for a meal. I remember the building that I was next to. It had gang symbols painted all over it and the windows were all boarded up. I remember how scary all of this was, how the smell became over whelming, and I had no place to run. …
