Prologue to The Godfather of Los Angeles

It was a cold summer night and I was in a bad part of town. The part that only the tough or crazy show up at. And I was stuck there, making the mistake of being being neither the aforementioned tough or crazy. It was only midnight. I might get lucky and be able to make it home without incident. "You have courage to be here", said someone behind me, either drunk or stoned or both. I turned around to face my destiny. I have my lucky .38 caliber pistol for just this kind of circumstances. I put my hand in my pocket, feeling the gun..my friend, my savior. I turn around and face my destiny.