yesterday i walked into a little gangster. i guess he was about 10 years old. Altough he kind of recognised me, he started screaming and laughing. Like i was the one who had to be scared. after taking a closer look, i say he had bought some alcohol somewhere. I wantd to warn him ,about the many cops that were swarming the streets, but he didn't listen. It was as if he wanted to be caught. After a while, i hear screaming about half a mile away. Turns out, just after we were done taking, he got caught by some cop. i could hear him screaming for his friends, but ofcourse no one came. i kind of feel bad for him though. he looked like a great kid to me. to bad he was poor. you could see that from a mile away. the streets are not made for everyone i guess.