Hey guys, my name is Martin. I got something to get off my chest, something that has been clawing at me since it happened. It has changed my life and I was so damn lucky to get out of it, let alone Scott free! I was only 15 when it happened, I lived in the bad side of Chicago, a place that is so crime ridden, corrupt, and destroyed, that the Police won’t drive here unless they muster up the courage or they just have to. Our house was the thing that stood out the most from my memory. It was a tiny little house squeezed between a small, run-down apartment complex, and a bigger, more spacious and colorful house.…