（1/2）“贩毒好爽，我有一把枪，有妞儿，有放克。每个人都看重我。我帮忙保卫贫民区和维持规矩。你不能强奸，不能杀人，没经过允许不能打女人。每个人都知道这些规矩，没人能坏规矩，否则你会被干掉，去喂鳄鱼。我无情，冷血，我的肾上腺素上升——但也就这样，之后就又回到空虚。人们都怕我，尊重我，但后来我被人算计了。一个老大想要我的女朋友，他就告我偷窃，净是胡扯，他甚至说我吸可卡因。他们用棍子打我，打断了我的手指，打掉了我的牙。他们带走了我的妞儿，我的衣服，甚至我的狗。现在我流落街头，什么都没有。过去我拿什么都不要钱，现在我讨个饭都会被撵走。”
(里约热内卢，巴西)

“Drug dealing was delicious. I had a pistol, I had girls, I had funk. Everyone saw me as important. I helped defend the favela and maintain the rules. You couldn’t rape, you couldn’t kill, you couldn’t hit a woman without permission. Everyone knew the rules and nobody could break them. Or else you might get erased and fed to the crocodiles. I don’t have a heart. I’m cold blooded. My adrenaline goes up-- but that’s it. Afterwards it’s back to nothing. People feared me. People respected me. But then I got set up. One of the 'higher-ups' wanted my girlfriend. So he accused me of stealing. It was all lies. He even tried to say I smoked crack. They beat me with sticks. They broke my fingers. They knocked out my teeth. They took my girl, my clothes, even my dog. And now I live on the streets. I’ve got nothing left. I used to get everything for free. Now if I ask for food, I’ll get chased away.”
(Rio de Janeiro, Brazil)