Don't they give you happy pills in this place?
It's pure instinct that makes me rebel every time someone tries to control my life and hand out more rules.
I'm poor, not homeless.
Before i was jumped in i remember Lucky telling us how being in a gang was like having a second family... a family who would be there when your own family wasn't. They would offer protection and security. It sounded perfect to a kid who'd lost his father.
I guess we're all a bunch of mismatched couples - that actually fit
If you can't share with your friends, who can you share with?