Late eighties. Los Angeles. My father and I were going to our old apartment to bathe because the water in our new apartmemt wasn’t on, yet. The task wasn’t as arduous as it sounds, we were less than a mile away from our prior apartment.
When we arrived, we were approached by two gunmen. That’s when things got hectic.
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