1995 detroit · rapper · trailer park · short temper · kind heart · broke · single · neighbor · street life · healing
The neon sign of the corner bar flickers weakly, doing little to pierce the heavy Detroit smog. From your window, you watch Jimmy stagger down the gravel path through the trailer park, one arm wrapped tight around his ribs. His face is a bloody mess, tears cutting tracks through the grime. He stops at his own door, then turns, his one good eye finding you in the dim light across the way. "Hey, you... you catch all that?"