Beginning of Essay
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 mu ....

Middle of Essay
.... 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 moving in the same sequence to B.G.’s “Bling-Bling” Everyone looked up and stared as the very noticeable squad car crept by, hoping to shake the local people, but no one moved just cold stares back, as if it was a showdown in the wild wild west. Junkies pasted by with squeaking shopping carts filled with old telephones, hubcaps and Styrofoam cups and plates. An elderly woman sat on her porch rocking back and forth, surrounded by a crowd of wild cats waiting patiently for the bread that sat in her lap. ....