Huh. I said while my amrs relaxed. Man what a weekend I had. Looks up in the sky. If only if I made it. But I quess you have no clue what I'm talkin about. Sweeney chuckles.

Well it all started with a man named Robert Manchi. He was such a bastard. Rolls his eyes. But anyways he was a bussiness man. If you want to call it that. Winks.

One day I was walkin by with my coat. With my arms just danglin out. My top hat slightly across my eyes. I didn't like to be seen. See I was more like a lonner. Don't want any friends, didn't want any girls around me, didn't want anything to do with people! But...that changed.

Now sorry for gettin out of topic. Sweeney smiles. But I was was takin a short cut I always took to my house. No problem right. Well wrong. I took the shortcut then all of a sudden. I mean out of nowhere. No warning, nothin. A cop hit me in the back with his gun. Straight back on the head. I stood there. My mouth open dropin to the floor with my face first on the ground.

BAM!!! Gun went off. i didn't know if it hit me or not. I couldn't move a single musule. I was onconnsious. Last words I heard was, "Get him." I felt my body gettin pick up. Then thrown into a backsset of a car.

I was knocked out. 

(Sorry for bad spelling. And part two comes out later.)