Dope took a step out of the old raggedy car, that he had bought when he had left Texas. He decided it was time to start a new life here in New York. He just wasn't getting by with his 9-5 anymore. Dope felt a little sad knowing he had to leave his wife and youngest son behind, but he promised them that he would be back to get them as soon as he scraped up enough money.  New York looked a little different then Texas, there was more city, more cars, and more people walking around. There were lights, and loud noises, as well as actors and entertainers on the block. There were hardly any horses or trees here,the women dressed mighty fine, and the gentlemen paraded around in suits and fine hats. Dope felt out of place as he was wearing his brush coat, chaps, cowboy hat, and boots.

 He began to walk around, often meeting new people, the women would smile and a couple would bat there eyes here and there. But Dope was used to that, he liked to think of himself and the most handsome man alive. But no amount of fun would take away a life time of guilt if he answered back and something were to happen. He would just tip his hat while whistling and just continue to walk. 

Dope had only walked a short distance, smoking cigarettes was slowing him down. He figured he had a couple more years left before he kicked the bucket. It's the doing nothing part of his life that wasn't sitting well with him. All of a sudden he felt a bump on his shoulder, it was a young man passing him on the curb. Dope felt for his pocket book, but his pockets were empty. He started feeling that deep welling in his stomach, his heart was dropping. The feeling yypu can only get when your money is gone. A million and one memories and thoughts raced through his head before he remembered the stranger who had bumped him. Precious seconds had already passed and Dope wasn't any closer to getting his pocketbook back. He looked through the endless crowds of people but could not see the thief. After minutes of running pushing and shoving to get through people, he finally saw the man posted near the street lights counting the few dollars that he had recently stolen.  Dope used his stealthiness to move inconspicuosly through the crowd, every so often looking around to see if the thief was still there. Once Dope was a foot away from the young man, he pulled out a switchblade. He hugged the thief from the back, stuck the knife in his gut and snagged the pocketbook back. Dope pulled out the knife, wiped it on his pants and walked away. 

Mean while, a good distance away. A man was watching. He sat in a black limo, tinted windows but cracked enough to see the cloudy smoke coming out . He snapped his fingers and his men exited the vehicle, walking towards Dope.

Women began to scream and point, the blood just seemed to gush out of his wound. Dope ducked and silently walked around the block into a vacant alleyway. There was a man and a woman standing side by side. They looked almost federal, wearing black suits and dark glasses. Dope was surprised but due to the adrenaline rush he had just acquired from the crime he committed, he was alert. They looked serious and were standing a good ten feet away. Both parties just stared at each other for minutes before anything was said.

 "We saw what happened, what you did. Your going to have to come with us". They said.

Afraid that maybe they were friends of the thief, Dope brandished his blade. Just as quick as the blade came out, the two mysterious people pulled out guns. 

"That ain't gonna help you here". They said.

"Who are you and what do you want with me" ? Asked Dope in a concerned voice.

All of the sudden, their were loud tire screeching, the limo pulled up. Before Dope had a chance to see what was going on there was a loud knock and then black. He awoke in front of a man, he was better dressed then all the rest. Dope started choking due to the heavy  smoke from inside the car. He felt different, the cab was hazy, he heard laughingand saw people pointing at him. Then there was black again. 

"You know that was really stupi....." The voice seemed to trail off.

"Do you know how many people saw you? Who do you think you are?"

"Somebody wake him up".

Dope was awakened with a splash of water to the face, he had no idea where he was. He glanced around the room only to see the two mysterious people from the alleyway.  There was also the man from the limo, he had a cigar in his left hand and a glass in his other hand. The room smelled of rich leather, a rich mans taste no doubt. It seemed they were all family but maybe he was the father because of the way they all gathered around him as to protect him. He finally introduced himself to Dope, he was Chong, a boss. Dope might have been from Texas, but names like these still reached countryside folks ears like his.

"I saw what happened kid, you got balls to do what you did, unlucky for you a lot of witnesses also saw you." Fortunately for you I'm willing to take you in a d show you the ropes. "Your gonna get a slap in the wrist and a small fine, but don't fret over chump change son." Said Chong

"Why are you doing this for me? What have I done to receive this gratitude from you"? Dope asked

"I see potential in you kid" Said Chong

That's all he had to say, what normal man would think or even dare to decline Mr Chong. At this point Dope figured he had it made, but the thought of his judgemental wife kept crossing his mind. He had never lied to her in his life, what was she going to think or say about what he was thinking of getting into. Dope had about ten dollars in his pocketbook, he looked them over and decided he needed somewhere to sleep. He set off to search for a cheap motel. Dope had it figured out, he would 'rent  for the night and write a letter to his wife. He was so deep in thought that he failed to see a woman walking up on him and almost bumped her. It almost seemed as she was looking for him, it was the woman from the alleyway. She said her name was Deces, and asked if Dope could accompany her to the bar. Dope nodded and they walked.