BANG! BANG!
The sound of gunfire rung out in the night.
No one called the cops.
No one bat an eye.
What do you call normal?
Laughter?
Kids in the street?
The chattering of local folk on the block?
Yeah?
What about bullets?
Corpses in alleys and chalk murals on the sidewalk?
No?
How about a new pair of shoes on your powerlines every day?
A pair of sneakers letting you know who runs your life /now/?
That's normal.
That's the place I call home.
That's the place I made my canvas.
That's the place that houses my soul.
That place is 44.
YOU ARE READING
44.
AdventureLymn in a city full of opportunity. To live, to strive, and to excel.... But if you live on .44.... It's an opportunity to die.
