DAVID'S PLACE:

Gus rolled up to the curb of the first floor apartment at the dilapidated three story building in Chicago's west side ghetto. He immediately saw the problem. Down the dimly lit pathway by the front door were two screaming African American males. One was a young ganger for sure, probably a Crypt, considering the location.  His body was coiled with a closed fist and he was ready to attack the other guy who's old, tall, and skinny with a mustache and a gray scraggly beard. He looked like no match for this undoubtedly sky high raging bull.  Gus jumped out of his unmarked car and started running quickly toward the men as he screamed into his radio  "4212 S. Throop. Officer needs assistance."  He felt this was going to get violent. He barked at the men "Police. Stop." The younger guy looked at Gus and gave him the finger. The old guy was backing away, obviously terrified of the kid.    Gus was  a few feet from them with his badge swinging around his neck and his f