Part one of term paper
The sun set slowly, as I made a bending left turn down Sycamore Street. The steamy February day brought lots of people outside. Noise and music filled the air along with the strong aroma of fresh marijuana leaves. Kids running, playing, fighting and causing as much ruckus as possible. Cutlasses, Regals and Delta 88’s cruised slowly down th ...

Part two of term paper
... blew smoke from his mouth, smiled and flashed the six gold’s that covered his front teeth. Local kids lined up on the side of the street, chasing down cars that rolled by. One lonely six-year-old boy, sat close to a tree rapidly banging nails in the roots. Lying face down, one kid pretended he was swimming in the dirt. He jumped up and raised both hands in excitement, as if he had won the gold medal for dirt swimming in the 2000 Ghetto Olympics. Teenage girls lined up like militant soldiers m ...