inside of a smoke filled no frills watering hole an old man kicks the jukebox stubbing his toe the bartender glances up with a stare so cold and tells the man that if you do that shit again you can go it s either too loud or no sound torn up or broke down everything s extreme sped up or slowed down gang signs and call girls soft white and crack sales for business men the model is don t ask don t tell i m a creature of the night so i been here before ordered a drink to try to swallow what i saw at the store a petty criminal was shot put down like a dog but i still can t find the killers i m looking for despite the fact that i ve been on the hunt every day i m starting to fell the situation slowly slipping away for what i did another innocent kid had to pay but i mma make it right and not let those punks get away i m at a dark booth scraping paint from off my mask using a blade that i usually kept inside of my bag in my own world until i heard the sound of a glass hit the floor full of beer and the customers laugh by the volume of the sound i could tell it was close beer splashed on my eyelash and all on my coat lift my eyes and see the chick who s glass just broke she staring at me all shook like she just saw a ghost reached back for my knife asked if there s a problem she grabbed my hand and said no in a tone that was calming her body was bad accent was foreign her name was tasha sat down then started talking she said you don t know me but i know who you are from that night i got attacked and escaped with this scar i got some information that you might be interested in the two kids that tried to rape me and killed that kid 