Object: Padlock with bag

Occupation: Hustle with muscle; my hustle is going up in smoke.

Age: 45

Location: Eddy Street, Drug Territory, San Francisco, California

Seen it, picked it up, utilized that resource as a weapon. Years ago, I was hit with a padlock by the eyesocket. Two inches more, it could've been my eye, my nose, my teeth. A man was trying to hit me in 1997, by Bodecka Park. I was hitting the crack pipe. It meant protection for me and my circle, me and the people with me. Protects against the TL and its elements. The elements of violence. Attached the plastic bag -- it's a weapon, it helps me swing. That was its main and only use. The lock symbolizes what I'm...symbolizes the violence that I – not the violence but, back then I wasn't born with, but I learned, I adapted as… survival skill. If i hit somebody, there will be definite damage to their skull. Me myself, I don't do that to hurt somebody. I use it as protection for myself. I'm not a violent person. Someone act like they don't understand, they get a quick understanding from an act of violence. Anytime you hit somebody, there's psychological hurt. You break something. Bust something. Crack something.