A message from the writer

I did it, I fell inlove with a Cholo. In my defense, Oscar wasn't your typical gangmember, slanging dope in the corner covered in Tattoos. He had so much potential to be more. I noticed that the night we met at Jake's Frat party. Something drew me in. But he was head of the Santos, and he would always choose the Santos. I found that out the hardway after the Prophets Kidnapped me. But now I'm moving on. Working at a Lawfirm in L.A., I thought I was doing good. Little did I know shits about to go down and I find myself running back to the person I'm trying to move on from. Is it love? I don't know. What I do know is nobody is going to love you like I do.