I walk, I walk, I walk... I turn up the music to drown out all of the noise. U2 is live at Slane Castle, and I listen to Bono sing; these words touch my heart every time, \"I want to run, I want to hide, I want to tear down the walls...\" now I'm just passing Crenshaw street and I watch the sidewalks fill up with all kinds of trash. Nobody throws anything away in South Central; the place is a pure dumping ground. Sometimes I see dirty diapers, and sometimes I even see dead dogs just lying on the side of the road. I'm getting closer to Exodus; I have to do something to save my own ass; I can easily say that I am fucked...

Years ago, a story came out about a group of M.I.T students that took Vegas for millions. My brother, Adam, was one of them. It was bizzare to watch him play with his friends on Saturday night. Nobody ever knew what kind of hand he had until the second he laid down his cards. He had the most amazing poker face.

I continue to walk, walk, walk, I continue to listen to the lyrics.I know they are watching me, their hard cold faces, almost as though I am staring into the depths of hell. God I want to get out of this place. and as I inch closer to Exodus, I start to think of an escape plan. I wish I could ask Adam for help, I wish he was there for me like he was when he was alive; I know I'll find a way out, but now, I think Adam is calling my bluff.

Dad was obsessed with trying to find Adam's killers. when they found his finger buried deep inside of a dumpster, that was the end of the line for our family. Dad and Mom went back to drinking, and the screaming got too much to handle. It was like I just closed my eyes for a second, and opened them up again to find a big nightmare staring back at me; it was just seeing Adam's coffin that made it so real.

Reporters called my parents left and right, the phone was ringing off the hook. Dad quit answering the phone, and when we got the call, that his head was found on the bank of a river, Dad really shut down. I wanted to help, I thought I knew where Adam's killers were... I started to telepath with him. They diagnosed me with paranoid schizophrenia.

I'm at Exodus now... Larry is outside cackling at the top of his lungs. He's says he's never worked a day in his life. It seems like he's proud of that or something. He thinks he knows everything. I think he's an idiot. Larry just hollars, David walks out and joins the party. David cackles too; he's the Exodus snitch; he does whatever they want, and in return, he gets whatever he wants. He says that Exodus saved his life. I say that Exodus ruined mine.

One day Adam sat me down and started to teach me the game of twenty-one. I started to pick it up, and one night, he took me to the casino...

After that night, I knew what Adam was talking about, the booz, the women, the partying, Adam and I were one hell of a team a long time ago. Now I'm planning on teaming up with him once again...

think, think, think.... No, just go! get the fuck out of dodge! and that's exactly what I do. I sell my labtop and hop on the Greyhound bus. the high way stretches out, the sun starts to disappear into the nightime sky; I hear Bono's voice once again, and these words get me every time, \"I want to reach out and touch the flame...\"

I can feel Adam next to me as I enter the casino. Everything is cool, just be cool, and you'll be just fine. It's like slicing a pie; I walk in and walk out with two hundred thousand dollars... I wasn't Adam's little sister for nothing... I've got to go now; they're on to me; I 've got leave, and never look back... I listen to the ending of the song, \"To a place where there's no sorrow or pain; I'll go there with you, it's all I can do...\" I walk down that deserted highway... I walk, I walk, I walk...