The streets were bustling in the Bronx. The apartment buildings nearby and the cheap shops around the place made any greaser feel like they were at home. The sun shone down and practically reflected the bald head of the Baldies and the grease that held back the Wanderers' hair. Heels clicked against the pavement, and people laughed with one another. It was another weekend, like any other, after they lost a good friend who ended up turning his back on the close-knit gang.

Perry laughed gently as the cigarette hung between his lips, and he nursed the broken arm covered in the cast against his chest like the doctors had told him, too. He was still so confused about the Ducky Boys and how him and his friends ended up on their territory after following a girl. And now he had a broken arm. He was leaning up against the hood of his car and glancing at the others goofing off.

Richie was slapping John over the back of his head and laughing loudly as they roughhoused each other into a trashcan. The usual idiots they were being. Joey still wasn't over what happened to Turkey and everything that was happening back home. Joey looked around at the people walking past, glancing at the others and laughing at them.

Before the game of elbow-tit started, a game Perry wasn't fond of. It was basically when they walked into a poor woman and hit them with their elbow before getting a feel and being screamed at and running off back to their friends.