Southside of Los Angeles, known as a ghetto place, where the majority of the population are African-American and Hispanic people. Drug addicts, poverty, prostitutes and police brutality is what this kind of filled of. To these people, money is everything, they'd do anything to get their needs. Heroin is the most booming narcotic at the place, people get killed, snitched, arrested because of the narcotic, the prostitutes are also addicted to the Heroin, nothing is safe and clean in this dark side of Los Angeles, not even a vagina.

Loko walks down the street, approaching a payphone. As Loko about to insert a coin, he sees three black dudes approaching him and by their looks, it seems that Loko is about to become a mugging victim.

"Ay, the fuck you want?" Loko shouts at the three African-American males.

"Wrong street homie, brown is not welcome!" Says, one of the African-American male.

Loko takes a few steps backwards, but then, the person who replied Loko's question withdraws a knife from his jacket and runs towards Loko's direction.

Loko runs away, but the three try to catch up with Loko. Loko knows that this neighborhood doesn't welcome Hispanic people. The person who was holding a knife; throws his knife at Loko, but it's a miss. Loko takes a turn into an alleyway, heading to his neighborhood.

As Loko begins to enter his neighborhood, he spots his friends by the corner.

"Ay homie! Help!" Says, Loko.

The three African-American males stop, then they stare at Loko and his friend.

Loko's friend reaches out a gun from his car, which is parked next to him, then he aims it at the three males.

"Wassuh now?" Says, Loko's friend.

The three men appear to be shooked, then he eyes Loko and the gun, back and forth. They slowly back down to the alleyway.

VuZe Turns to Loko with an amused smile on his face

What the fuck you been up to now Loko, Cant stay out of trouble for 5 minutes 

VuZe turns back to face the road pick up some speed and turns off down a side street