CHARACTER

Knife set his territory as the south side of the old Haight district. He had once had three different women there, six or more children.

"Hey, my man!" Jocko greeted him.

"Yo, brother," nodded Knife.

Knife slunked longer steps that would take him away from the spot quicker. He stumbled on shatters of cobblestones, their roundness torn open by iron shoes and streetcar rails and the sharp stinging spray of bullets over the years.

He almost made it to safety.