Publisher's Synopsis
" The shot hit the wall and the dust fragments blew into my eyes as I tried to get over the fence, I then instantly lost my grip and I fell on my back, until today I am still not sure if it was the bullet that had hit me in my shoulder why I fell or the shock and fright of the sound of the shot " A gas riot in Jamaica 1998 was 1 of the contributing moments as to when I decided to start writing about my life experience. I was shot in the top right shoulder from a policeman's gun, luckily the bullet flew through and only a scar was left, like the police left me on the ground. "mi tell yuh it wuz a likkle a boy," one police officer said to the other.
