On one midnight in Venice Beach you walk through dark alleys trying to find your way back to the beach.

Whilst walking you feel the grip of a hand on your arm. You turn to see the grip on your arm belongs to a man who is six foot two, has tan skin, brown eyes, spiky chocolate hair. Your eyes dart down to the large and long tattoo on the back of his forearm. The man shouts.

“Yo! The fuck you doing in these streets, dawg?!”