instead of falling asleep to my mothers melodic voice i fell asleep to gunshots/ and violent screams at night. my Father, heh, my father... a hard working shoemaker turn killer, after my sister was raped and left for dead three years ago by narco policia he rampage threw these tite wet hole in the wall lanes witha a machete. i cant remember much of the day he was killed, all i rememberd was my mother packing up everything and telling me "your moving to the states".... at the airport waiting was a plump lady, that never smiled... my mother handed her the gold teeth from my fathers gums, and me... she didn't even flinch, neither did I, my mother was a real cut-throat woman... she blamed my sister for her own death, when really she had arranged the ransom herself... my father at the time spent most of his lifesavings to get her back... but it wasn't enough for her and her boy toy... so they had her ravaged and left for display... I, *drags a half joint* I, let my mother sell me off at 6... i didnt want to stay thare... It was never tha fact i couldn't deal with the constant warfare... that was as common as soccer... but this one time, when i was running from narco policia, i had literally ran into an american couple... the lady screamed and the guy pleaded, i whipped out my M3 SHORTY which i had strapped to my back, and the handed over the wallets and bag... later at my girlfriends shack i glanced at there passport, they wer from Las Vegas... the day my mother sold me off, my ticket said reno NV... from there i was supposedly headed to mexico... but she never made it... the plump lady that never smiled i mean...