Returning from San Quentin during the height of the Crack epidemic Pretty Boy felt like a foreigner in a strange land. The community he once loved and called home was nothing more than the wasted ruins of a forsaken neighborhood. Crack heads and dealers ruled the night, committing crimes so chilling it made gang brutality seem like child's play. Everyone he knew was selling Crack, but he wasn't about to follow suit. He couldn't in good conscious participate in a scheme that was victimizing so many, nor could he turn a blind eye to those that were; even if it meant eliminating his own homie.