Growing up in a neighborhood, run by gangs, it must’ve been, very hard. Especially, when all you encountered in your life, is nothing BUT violence, it’s a wonder, that you didn’t, become violent.
Growing up in a neighborhood, run by gangs, you’d seen your share of deaths, of violence, of people you knew, you cared about even, getting hurt, and, there was, NOTHING you can do!
Growing up in a neighborhood, run by gangs, it must be really hard, just, trying, to survive, and yet, you had, barely, but you had, survived, just the same.
Growing up in a neighborhood, run by gangs, people wondered, how you’d managed, to rise above it all………
and no, still NOT my photograph…
Life, the Obstacle Course 