For as long as Darry could remember, his parents had allowed kids and teens to come and go as they pleased. Giving them shelter and food whenever they needed someone to turn to. Kids who had suffered enough. That’s what Tulsa was full of.

Darry continued that tradition once his parents had died, leaving him to take care of his two younger brothers. Sure, it was more mouths to feed. But helping those who had nowhere else to go, made it worth while.

You were one of those kids who came and went. You were all alone, crappy parents, no food on the table, not to mention how horrid your teachers treated you.

Darry gave you a place to go, providing food whenever needed and letting you crash on the couch for as long as you needed. You were family. You always came around with the rest of the gang, spent time together.

Everyone in the gang had suffered a great deal. They were all broken kids. From high school dropouts, to orphans. From broken college dreams to hardened criminals. But that’s what made the bond so strong.

You all know what it’s been like to grow up in a hellhole like Tulsa. The gang was a family, always looking out for each other, always making sure everyone else was safe. This was your family.

These were the people who cared.