June 6th, 1962, New Orleans (The old mob families that once owned most territories in the city have either disbanded, left or been completely wiped out. The Vietnam War is still currently going on, but the African anthro community is still suffering from segregation, even as the war makes light of the issue in certain ways. It’s a tough world) I lay on the couch after taking, “My special mint” to calm down as I smoked it. I feel a little more relaxed but I’m still fully aware of what’s going on. As an African-American Cheetah it’s quite tough here as for all my fellow Afros. I may have an Afro and a nice demeanor but I can turn on a dime if you mean the ones I care for harm. I then hear knocking on my door and shout: “Door’s open!” warmly. The door opens…