It was not easy as a young Thai man to grow
up in the inner city. Life was rough, and times
were tough. By the time night came around, we were
pretty much 'stuck' in our small apartment, our
humble abode.

At night, we'd hear alarms go off, babies crying,
cats screeching, and yes, even guns popping.
I found comfort in music, and photography.
I always longed to 'exit' the hood.

Every now and then, when I have to pass by the area, it is, as my old friend
Hoss Funk said, "a torture ride" that brings back
bad memories.

And yet, there were many good memories of good times,
and fun. It sounds funny, but sometimes I long to be
back again, to go back in the day.