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.