Always In Trouble

My life was dark. Now I just laugh at the problems and the pain. Why not?

This day started off like most others. With gangsters and gunfire. The cops pretended to investigate and left. I walked around the crime scene. Thinking about the madness of it all. Got tired and left.


It was an easy place to leave. Nothing was accomplished today. Today the crooks got away. But tomorrow was coming.

Escape The Pain

I go. Guns firing after me as I duck for cover. These creeps try to reload fast.


Before I let loose my furious lead.

Night Sounds

The night surrounded me. Darkness came again like an old friend. I don't fear it. It's what we go through to get to a better place.


Gunshots, loud music, traffic, could be heard in the distance. My work begins now.

Can't Have What You Want?

People tell you lies. It's up to you, to believe it or not. The streets I walk, get dark and cold. We are all being tested.


Rival gangs are fighting for control. I'm not choosing a side, they are both corrupt crooks. Full of hope, and letting go of fear, for once. I walk towards an uncertain future. 

In The City

I'm walking the streets tonight. Searching for something? Maybe my heart. Maybe my soul. The streets are quiet.


Too quiet. Weird. My gut tells me to run. It can get bad out here fast. Real bad. Beaten to death by a gang, bad. I walk on for a few minutes, not seeing much.


A man steps out of the alley, points his gun at me. Seconds later the gang come out of the alley. The Crimson Daggers. Screaming, running, they knock the gunman down. Beat him, rob him, and run.  I stood there, with full pants.

I Ain't Dead Yet

The streets are still here. And so am I. Yes, I've lost some things. But I've gained others. I'm not sure how this is going to end or what I'll find on the other side.

I get my stuff together and prepare for the battle ahead. I learned from a wise man, that everything is a tool. And we can put down or stop using, what doesn't work for us anymore. And pick up new things. Whatever we want or need. Not only physical objects, but even ideas, too.

Choose the right tools for the job. My guns are loaded. My war on crime continues. Crooks, beware. 

One Hard Bastard

Nightmare Jones < A Private Eye Not Afraid To Die >

My fist busted a face. This face deserved it. It belonged to a dumb,dirty,crook. A gun was pulled but not fast enough. The gun was taken and a punch was given. Laying on the floor the crook held his broken nose. Yes brass knuckles do work.