It all started a few years ago when I joined a gang.
I metamorphosed myself into a being I could hardly recognize.
My previous petty crimes seemed like child’s play.
Ask me to rob a bank? I’d say, “Which bank?” Ask me to boost a car? I’d say, “What’s in it for me?”
Ask me to kidnap the governor? I’d say, “What time?”
I grew to enjoy what I became, the energy you get after a shooting.
Your feet pounding on the wet asphalt, sirens blaring in your ears.
I was accustomed to this life. In my old life I was barely getting by, but now I was more.
I was more in this world. I was feared… People asked why I did these things, and I said, “Because I can.”
I became stuck in this life, caged in by the very people that I called friends.
I was trapped… trapped in Crimesville.