It was late, late Saturday night. The streets were empty. The houses were filled with sleeping children. A mist had entered the streets. There were also empty souls. But things were stirring. Hearts were racing. Children were dreaming. People were plotting. A gang on the north side had had a beef with the south side for quite some time. The north side riders took advantage of the thick fog as it settled into the streets. The empty streets. 

The streets were empty. It was late, late Saturday night. CASHMONEYMILLIONARE stepped from curb to street and flicked a cigarette. The streets were filled with mist. The hearts were racing. The souls were empty. The north side and the south side had things to settle. Children had dreams to dream. CASHMONEYMILLIONARE lit another cigarette.

It was relaxing. Being the only one out. Out in the mist filled streets. It was foggy. The mist was getting thicker. It was late, late Saturday night. Children were sleeping. A car back fired. Or was it a gun shot. CASHMONEY stepped back on the sidewalk. CASHMONEY was coming up onto a back alley to slip into. Hearts racing. People plotting. The streets filled with fog.

Children tucked into beds. Fast asleep. Children dreaming. The streets were empty on this late, late Saturday night. A car back fired. CASHMONEY was aiming to flee via the back alley. The fog filled the empty streets. Hearts were racing. A car back fired. People were plotting. A rumble was coming. You could smell it in the air. A chill covered CASHMONEY in goosebumps. The back alley was soon.

The streets were empty. The streets were almost empty. Fog filled them on this late, late Saturday night. CASHMONEY had eyes on the back alley. Things were brewing. People were plotting. Children were dreaming. Hearts were racing. CASHMONEY flicked a cigarette. ANXIETY. The back alley was right there. The fog was thick. Three people came out of the fog just as CASHMONEY was going to turn into the back alley. South side. South side thugs walked out from CASHMONEY's back alley. Just as CASHMONEY was to turn into it. The fog was thick. CASHMONEY hid. 

Hearts racing. People plotting. The south side snakes were in the streets. The empty streets were filled with silent violence.