STORY

Well I was born and raised in Oxnard, California. And for fourteen years I lived in what people called the ghetto. One of the most dramatic things I got to experienced was very scary. It was a Friday just past noon when me and couple friends were out playing basketball at a near by park. And as we finished playing we hear gunshots. The thing was that they sounded really close to us. We ran down there to see what it was. As we got to scene we saw a body laying down covered in blood. It turned out that the guy that had gotten shot was one of my childhood friends.