He sneaks past the border of two different worlds hidden in the shadows created by the light of the moon. He looses his pride; life & family, just so he can be like the rich Wight man living in a huge mansion. To have pictures of a president on green paper with the number of a hundred. He wished to be a savior to himself, but truth be told dollar sigh can only keep you happy for so long. He stopped going to church, he stopped believing all he knew. He learned even here difference mattered his thick accent was a curse to his dreams of fortune turned to dust because of a reminder of his tattered history