At thirty-eight, Johnny Hardy is not your run-of-the-mill, two-bit punk down on his luck. He is one of the new breed of criminals who relentlessly prowl our urban streets in constant search of a helpless victim, a survivor, driven solely by his desire to be free. Word on the street where Johnny made his living is that hes crazy. Not crazy in the way you and I, or even Websters Collegiate Dictionary, define it. It is more appropriate to label Hardy as street crazy. For this reason he has become one of the most respected and feared figures in the criminal element of the Northwest.
