Chapter 3 Tony & Guy Back in London and the summer of nineteen ninety one was in full swing. Kids were having water fights and riding bikes in the council estate. Two teenage boys stood beside the wall of the flat and shared a cigarette while also taking turns to sip a can of beer. The taller of the two Caucasian boys had his top off and his back was red from sunburn. There was a tattoo on his shoulder of three lions, similar to the England football team's crest. I moved away from the window where I had been watching the scene outside and sat back on the couch to spectate my dad and his friend who were play scrabble. After they had finished their game, Uncle Bobby, my father's friend suggested that they should take me out and show me around London. It was agreed that they would take me to Regent Park. The drive from lower Clapton to North West London took us about thirty five minutes. We stopped off at Camden Town and I marveled at how busy the street was as we brushed past the other people on the pavement. Bobby held my hand and marched in front. Daddy was behind me, guiding me further still with his hand on my shoulders. Camden market was densely populated with the united colours of the world. The Jamaican raster man busking outside the train station sang the timeless Bob Marley Classic, Redemption Song. Across the street, Italian men sold leather coats. Slightly up ahead there, we reached the cockney man selling fruits and veg, we crossed over from there and walked a little further up, where a women sold handcuffs and sexual objects. As we got closer to the green bridge with the 'Camden Lock' logo graffiti in golden yellow, two men staggered outside from a pub singing, "always look on the bright side of life..." The pair whistled along with arms around each other's shoulders as they struggled their way through the crowd. We reached an area by the Lock where there were rows of stools with men and women selling drug aperitifs such has pipes, bongs and rolling ma...