"Yo, Jesus," he pleaded as he lay suffering from a knife wound to the chest, "if you're real, save me and I'll do good—whatever good is."
Several years of Bronx street life had caught up with Corey Red. He'd been in the middle of the whole scene: sex, drugs, illegal money flying around. And now he'd fallen victim to a severe dose of street violence.
Looking back, he's not surprised. "You put out violence, and the violence will come back to you," Mr. Red says." And that's what happened to me."