Moving Between Fences.

Fences... In London I discovered that there were unseen fences, unseen by the ordinary people who went about their lives without knowing of these constant shifting fences as they expand and abrogate. The territories of the gangs were referred to as fences and the worst thing you could do was to get caught on the wrong side of it.

Leaving the restaurant, I told Mickey to take me to Amin. He drove for a while, and that was one thing I never got tired of, a drive around in London.  It was the only time that I could listen to myself think, the house was always too quiet when Micheal was not home, and that was basically all the time. Micheal wasted no time before getting involved with a white girl and he was always with her. Amin's spot was a laundry house, the place was beside a car wash which he also owned. Half the people walking around the neighborhood were either his soldier or informants. "This guy is doing well out here," I thought to myself as Mickey pulled the car ov