Chaper 1 The Contrast
As I remember it was a cool Sunday autumn's eve. I recall being maybe six years old. As I sat in the car I remember the intense silence as my father stepped out of the vehicle at gunpoint. We were on the South Capital bridge. The men who had him apprehended I knew, Larry and Floyd. It was Larry who grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him from the passenger seat. It was Floyd who was poiting his gun at pops, Larry was the one holding him shoving him ahead. I sat watching helpless with an indescribable feeling. I was fearful of my father's outcome. I had seen movies with scenarios like this. In the passenger seat sat my father’s girlfriend Carmen. She was Larry’s cousin . She had been the one who introduced them. She stared ahead out at the windshield emotionless as I could see. My eyes focused on the back of her seat so hard I felt I was becoming a part of it. Thoughts of hearing the shot that w...