After leaving home in the summer of 84\', I found myself knee deep in the drug scene.
We all grew to know, death may be the only escape..
I thought of escape, escaping him and everything he did.
As the years went by things changed, but not for the better.
My guess is now, all of us thought we were his number one.
Easy, as he was known on the streets, was a Pimp and he said I was his Number One.
The consequences for breaking those rules became more unpredictable and brutal over time.
Following the rules was something I tried hard to be good at.
He had many boots and many rules.
He was very particular about his boots, mater of fact, he was very particular about everything.
They made a very distinct sound; like a small horse parading, not the normal kind, the ones that dance.
Just thinking about those boots now gives me a feeling I can\'t describe.
Snake skin cowboy boots with shiny silver taps, tips, and all.
I did not "see" him at first
I heard him, or is boots that is.
While there I found what would be my Savior.
After leaving home in the summer of 84\', I found myself knee deep in the drug scene
