aaron

i used to be in a gang. i cannot tell you what our name was but, you have probably heard about us. we traveled in numbers. when we came through on our skateboards, everybody got out of our way. we all beared the mark on our arms, and people knew not to mess with us. we hung out at this one spot and whoever drove by knew not to slow down. some problems arised and after several incidents i realized i needed to turn my life around. at the rate i was going, i was never going to see fourteen. i patched up the wholes in my jeans, scratched the logo off my board, and took some soap and water to the sharpee on my arm. it's been about six years now, and i've never looked back