It's four in the morning. I shouldn't be awake, I know what I do when I'm awake at this hour. I keep saying to myself 'Tommy, go to bed.' Like I would listen to myself right? The street lights are some comfort, I can see who's walking up in front of me. I don't give a damn who's behind me, they try and pull something I'll give them another hole to breath out of.
Under the next light there's the only type of woman you'd find out right now. She's probably almost finishing her shift, I'm upset to say I pass her without a glance, I need an intellectual conversation right now. Why are all the women in a five mile radius hookers?
Just around the corner is the reason why I'm awake, some asshole hit me over the head this morning and tried to rob me. I pulled my piece and he ran faster then a girl from a mouse. And to top it all off, the bastard was one of those damn Cuban gangsters who think they own Vice City. Not anymore. This city may not be perfect, but if I'm going to call it home, people had better start respecting me.
I pulled the Uzi out from under my shirt where I had it tucked away in the back of my pants, unloaded. I except one bullet. I know what the hell can happen, had a friend who lost his dick a couple years back. I pulled the bullet box out from my pocket and stopped in between the street lights and loaded the bitch up.
You could easily hear them, they were partying and screaming, occasionally one of the dumb asses would fire a gun into the air like it meant something. I finished and walked around the corner, the nearest one hear me walking and turned around with a look on his face. "Hey, what's up Esse?"
He started walking over, gun in his hands showing it off. I smirked and raised the Uzi.