It was a sort of group home I was living in, where the rent was only $250 a month for this basement room. We used to sit on the stoop, like anyone else, drinking our forties and sometimes smoking weed. Usually we smoked weed inside, but we weren't opposed to it--the police hardly ever came through our neighborhood. One night, we were just sitting there smoking cigarettes, my friend Dameka and ...

One night I was walking home from a place I worked, a pub in East Baltimore called the Life of Reilly. I was on the bridge near home, I lived on St. Paul St. I was just minding my business, smoking a cigarette, tired as a dog, walking along. There was another man on the bridge, probably about a hundred yards up the way. He was just minding his own. I'm not sure if the date is correct on this, ...