THIS IS STREET JOURNAL!
In the streets of the South Bronx, you make your way the best you know how. My home is not a home, but a tomb, ravaged by the unyielding fist of my father, and the cold denial of my mother. The drugs, well, those are there…they will always be there, but still, I want to live and as long as there’s life, there’s hope, even here, where the rules are fixed and a good deal can save you from a dead hand. The year is 1995, my name is Tyreke Miles and this is my story. Welcome to my Street Journal.