This is a longer version of a summary and a bit of back round so I don't have to spend meaningless chapters on explanations! I just want to see what kind of feed back I get from this...here goes nuthin!
Aftah da strike dere was no Midtown, no Brooklyn or 'Hattan...it was just New Yawk. Everybody finally understood dat WE ran da show! We roamed da street togethah, Bronx an' Harlem, soakin' whoevah got in our way.
One day all dat changed, an' it was nevah da same again. A shot was hoid 'round da tri-state area. A nameless Brooklyn newsie lay dead, an' in da middle of it all stood my bruddah, Roy Mason, Da King a' Queens, with a smokin' pistol in his hand an' a smirk on his face.
Dis is the aftahmath. Dis is Brooklyn vs. Queens, the final battle. Dis...is love.
How's that should I bother to keep going?? RnR
-Ash-