your making your way through the gang as they crowed around after one of Mikey's talks. this was your first week in the gang, many of the people were scary and had sharp glares to any new comers.

I watched as you sat quietly, your eyes as cold and hollow as the dead. your were cold natured and skinny, you looked younger than me and I was only 15. what was a skinny boy like you doing here. maybe you joined the gang cause you had a death wish. but something drawled me in.