Fear.

Fear is as ubiquitous as sunlight on these cracked streets. There are the marks that cower in their

homes, terrified of the gang violence and kerosene bombs. There are the young inductees who's only

experience wielding knives is spreading cheap margarine, rejecting the mamas they need, keeping

secrets that kill them a slice at a time. There are the leaders who watch for the end they know must

come, who in their lifestyle grows old? It is the fear of the ...