Drinking faucet water in Spanish Harlem.

Walking home in paranoia with a friend. Several bong hits and we are instantly stripped of all our championships and victories on the mat as we eye an aggressive looking homeless man swinging a cane.

"Is that the guy who barricaded Kyle in so he couldn't get out" my friend asks, speaking of an earlier incident that took place that evening. I'm unsure I say.

"This place is dangerous" I shout as we pick up our walking and arrive at the subway station.