He was just a kid back then, running around the streets, playing his own game where rules didn’t matter. It was December 6th, 1984; a boy named Trevor had to walk to school in the city of New York. Life was just like any other day for him until he saw an old man on the street. He was covered in a black and white jacket, sobering wet with his street dog named Rock. “Life’s crazy,” said Trevor. He just …