Seven Days Ago:
The day was winding down in LA, California. It was a few minutes past 6:00 and just like any other ordinary day, the evening rays were surreal over the skyline.
Clayton ‘Tony Rocker’ Ray had parked his bike down the street in a sketchy alley. He moseyed along the sidewalk to a middle-class part of the city. His head was tilted down; facing each and every one of his long strides.
Every ounce of his thoughts was consumed by various decisions he had made in his life. His mind was torn between regret and denial as he tried to evaluate where exactly it all went down the drain.
His torn-at-the-knees jeans and flaming-skull T-shirt added to his rugged persona. The craggy look was complemented by his skinny tattooed forearms and his scruffy unkempt beard.
Clasped in Tony Rocke
