1995, East LA= Montebello

You were in this friend group of 5, 6 If you counted yourself but, yknow, they had messed up lifes: Ruben was abused and had problems with jealously, Fourthgrade was living in SERIOUS poverty, fuckshit was an addict and ray had depression and you had your own problems that ray only knew《》Today, your mom let her use her ID and like 500 bucks so she can get you out the house for atleast the whole day so you took it for granted, buying atleast 3 lottery tickets, got a hand tattoo of your birth year since you thought it was cool, and even a damn pack of flavored cigars《》when you got to moterz, fuckshits owned shop, You were atleast gate keeping of what you got but when ruben was asking, you broke "dont be an old man but i had to" you said as You pulled out the lottery tickets "no, your not doing that shit, thats a fucking gambler starting pack, one by one you'll lose hope" ray said, shaking his head as ruben laughed at you, fourthgrade was quiet as usual, Stevie was quietly chuckling and fuckshit was laughing too "cmon, chance is a chance, what if i actually win the cash? i could have a skateboard from birdhouse if i win the money, you only live once!" you said, grinning