After a long day of hustling, my dad came back home and he brought us dinner. He came in, hung up his coat and walked straight to dining table where he put the dinner down.
You could see he had a rough day, he was exhausted.

"Have a sit dad, I'll set the table and we can eat."

I first grabbed my dad a beer from the refrigerator and a soda for myself and then started to set the table. After doing so, we started eating. Nothing fancy, just burgers and some fries from the local diner down the street.

"So, how was your day?" I asked.

"Well son, it's been a bad day. I was out doing business as usual. This time I had to go outta town for a the big bucks ya know"
"When I got back, I headed to the HQ and found myself in an abandoned building. No one is to be found there. That's when I found out my boss was gone."

"No way!"

"Yeah" He sighed. "It saddens me to see him gone. He taught me so much about the way of the streets and there is still so much to learn.   I really don't know what happened and chaos was everywhere... So I reached out to some associates I met while working for the boss and they ......."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by loud tire screeching outside, our windows shattered and bullets were flying everywhere. My dad reacted by pushing out of harms way and caught a couple of bullets in his chest. I couldn't do much but to stay low and hidden.
After couple of long minutes, the gun fire halted. I rushed to my dad and put pressure on his wounds while screaming for help, but it was too late as he had lost too much blood. With his dying breath he said to me:

"You gotta look after yourself now, take this and be all you can be." He handed me a piece of paper out of his pocket with an address written on it.

After saying my goodbyes I wiped off my tears, took another look at the piece of paper. Wondering where this will lead me.
I will have to embrace the streets now to survive. Leave town and see what the world will bring me....