(Journal and mostly a way to keep track of my guys history)

Maximus, the name my father gave me, Named after him actually. I hate the name, hated my father to, when a man beats you senseless everyday for wanting to eat dinner it kinda leaves a distaste in your mouth. My story is like most in the den tragic, sad, many other descriptions that could start a sad sentence. I don't feel like getting into my child-hood tho, not in this book ac least. Most of that is all air in the wind now, Dazar Perun AKA Endz, my big brother took care of that when he killed dad and took me under his care.

He raised me like a son, Endz was a good man, a great man loyal to his family. More like a father than an actual brother, I'll never forget the man the day he was gunned down in the street is the day I started the heroine again, My brother dead at the age of 40. *The writing kinda scribbles out and trails off here as if he stopped for a moment*

Page was another one that got me. Like a sister, shit with out her and Epic I would more than likely be deader than dirt. They helped grew up with me, taught me alot about gang war-fare keeping your rep on the street, and being loyal. I haven't seen Epic in a long time, as for Page.. Well, I miss her allot. I vowed to get revenge on those who took her from me, those that decided she was long for this world. As soon as I get the chance, as soon as im let loose, I'ma going to make them pay. Until that time ill just put on a smile and keep going, take my drugs and keep my self calm. RIP sister, Brother..

Now I walk this street, the grime covered ground echoing under my sneakers, Strapped with my gun and knife I run with the Aces. There like family, a brother and sisterhood. I would give my life for them, same as they would give there life for me. Then there is Inara, there is to much I can say about this beautiful women, so I'll leave that for another time.

-Max-