Times Are Times

Just The Beginning

I woke up one day and thought to myself "Where am I?" It seemed as if I had a blindfold on my face. It was dark and I heard men talking a different language, it sounded Russian. I was tied up around my upper body, hands and feet. At first I thought "I'm going to die, I'm going to die." But then I heard a car drive into where ever I was as if I were in a garage. The car drove in and all I heard was what sounded like sub-machine guns shooting people.

Then they walked over near me and took off my blindfold and said "Where is it?" I thought oh god what is "it?" They said it again. Moments later I said "it's in the warehouse near the north and that's all I know." They then shoved me in the car and we drove to a warehouse with graffiti on it. I was shoved in the warehouse then they tortured me and said "If you don't tell us where it is we will kill you." I said "I don't know what it is!" They said "Haha very funny."

After that the mob boss said " Kill 'er boy's" Before I knew it I was being rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. I thought to myself "Why aren't I dead?" I was in the hospital for three weeks. When I got out I had to take some type of suicide medication. I guess they thought I tried to commit suicide when I was being rushed to the hospital.

I walked home down a dark alley or what I like to call it " The fast way" There was homeless people like usual and they begged me for money but I had none. I got home and there was firefighters. I asked one firefighter what happened he said "A lady named Clarie Johnson lit it on fire" I thought that's me, but how? It was a setup, I know I was. Well I have to figure out who it was. Either way I'm getting payback on some people and I know who to start with.