Douglas Road . . . Nuff black youths converge. I walk through them. Suspicious eyes glare as I pass. A drug deal goes down.
Night people do their business.
A woman is being slapped up by her angry man. These are the shadow people. Those who deal, those who sell, those who kill if they have to, bound together by the fear of daylight. Designer clothes wrapped around wasted lives. Surviving, existing, creating fear and misery, preying on the innocent.