Rucka was no stranger to the life of crime, having been raised in a crazy household with a family most would label insane. He had carved his home in the streets, with the connections he had made along the way. Home was his tiny group of ragtag petty criminals. But he had an intense desire to make something of himself. He had been wandering through the streets of the windy city picking pockets and talkin' circles around idiots with big wallets. A marker with a special pant brush tip he made himself stashed in his back pocket. He loved to write his name on shit, an addiction he fell in love with early on and carried with him as he made a living as a nomadic thief of the night. He had been chain smoking cigarettes and talking to himself. The occasional laugh to himself and nod of his head would alert the smarter civilians that something was not right with this man internally. 

The man sat on a bench next to an old beat up soapbox, the markings of treads from generations upon generations of shoes filled with the bodies of what he would consider geniuses on the top. Rucka smiled to himself as he pulled his green bandana down and lit one of his hand rolled cigarettes. Just then cops wandered out of a dark alley, immediately making their way towards the young man. Rucka was having too much fun in his head to notice they hadn't taken their eyes off of him. Their paces picked up as they made their way closer and closer, more cop cars could be seen roaming the streets. Rucka smiled and was about to make a joke before being grabbed and shoved into the wall. The cops were laughing and not being very responsive to Ruckas uncomfortableness with the scenario. Rucka began to realize he was more than likely set up. He just began to yell random obscenities and asking questions about how paid them off. They threw him in the backseat of the car after getting the man cuffed finally, Rucka began to just yell as loud as he could. He felt like a caged animal, seeing the officers outside just laughing didn't help this feeling at all. He began to just yell as loud as he could, letting his frustrations and anguish out. Talking to himself in between the screams. The cops opened the door and began interrogating him. They realized the man was just a small time criminal and ended up splitting his pocket change 75/25, 25 to the favor of Ruck. They tipped their hats as they let him out of the cuffs and just drove off.

Confused Rucka lit a cigarette. Scratching his head as he tried to make sense of what the fuck had just happened to him. He sat back down on the bench as he began to flip through his entire nomadic life that led him to this moment in time and space where he found himself utterly baffled. 

rucK awoke the next day with a cryptic message taped to the inside of his door. 

You can move in after

After his run in with Johnny Law, rucK was a bit paranoid. He made his way to the small time food joint he cooked at to get some pocket cash. He was still involved in middleman-ing small time drug deals but was mostly just a drunk gambler making chump change off of said deals. Most of his profit came in the form of drugs that he would obviously take. He noticed a truck had followed him, which was strange as it was the middle of the night by this time. He had come in hopes of some secret societal meeting with the one who had him arrested. Getting a weird feeling, he put his car in reverse and sped out of the parking lot. He made his way to southern Illinois where he had hooked up with some farmers that had put him up for a while. The truck followed.

Ruck decided it was probably a better idea to head to his small time crook hideout but under the mental duress he found himself in he couldn't seem to remember exactly where they lived. He put the pedal to the metal and began making all sorts of illegal driving maneuvers inside Chicago city limits. He noticed the cops all around, but he did not care. He was a scared animal hard-stuck in survival mode. Every set of headlights in his rear-view mirror became "the enemy" he was searching for. He began speeding around the area of his safehouse, still not being able to find it. He ended up passing a truck with a black man driving past staring at him. He put his hands up as a sign of giving up. As the two pulled to a light, rucK took a right to the unknown man's left at the light. He then sped home and found himself greeted once again by cops. They proceeded to beat him shitless and left him in the streets unconscious in the street.

Upon waking up rucK crawled inside his home like the dog he was.