My name is Junior and I live in the squalor. London, 2015, roads gone to shit. Gangs taken over, shottas rule the blocks, streets proper sticky. If you ain't one of us, you're a victim, so gotta stay sharp these days, and know heads. You don't see guns or drugs on roads no more, munchies taken over. That's what mans need, that's what mans want. So that's how I make my living, selling munchies. Me, my mandem the Paper Chaserz, and our pitbull Dutty who keep his eye out, cos roads physical these days, no long ting. This is my story, about me, my brother, our gang, and a badman named Tugz. How I gotta decide, take revenge, or escape. Cos some days you wake up and know it could be you getting killed today. then some days you wake up and think - today it could be me doing the killing. When you living in the squalor, sometimes you just gotta look for the beauty.
