As a citizen you are taught, that what you have, is great. What we live for each day, is great. But I for one thought of it as a hunk of crok shit. That's right, I believe this city is to good. To be just a place of wonder. I don't see the wonder in the city. That everyone had been bousting about. Yeah, I have a decent job and a decent place to live. But I had always fealt something at odd about the city. As a child I was known as a delinquent. Since I was a child, I had been picked on. So as I grew up, I started to understand that I needed to stand up to fight. Kicking the ass's of people who had a problem with me. This made me a delinquent in school. But now that I am out of school. I have kept with what I had learned in school.<br/><br/>After finding yourself locked up so many times. You'll find a group of people that seems to work with you. In some sort of way. I had to find someone I could relate to. The group I had found myself with. Was no different than any other group of guys. Who most of us, had been locked up together. We had gathered every night at a bar. Have a couple drinks, then go streets and roam the city tell we found ourselves to tired to continue. Usually the younger guys would be gone after a few hours. Then those who drank more than the others. Tonight was no different, besides Simon had just got out of jail. Celebrating the release. I hadn't seen the man in a couple years. He had just been locked up for vandallism. As he was caught graffiting. As we had already ran for it.<br/><br/>Coming up to the bar counter. I sat in my normal spot. The bartender had already knew what I wanted. Which was a beer. Taking the bottle and drinking it. I wasn't as excited to see Simon, as the other were. But I was happy to know another part of our gang was out of jail. Everyone had finally gather at the bar. Simon was happy to be out. Taking a lot of alcohol as he wasn't able to drink being locked up. Simon and a couple people of the gang was getting to load. So we had to leave the bar. A couple guys and I had been trying to move everyone out to walk. But the rest insisted one more drink. Finding we had to stay another drink. Which I had just wanted to go on our walk. Stoping Simon on drinking to much.  Was a mission on it own. But once on the streets. I had not known what were going to be up to. But I just hoped one of us didn't find themselves back behind bars. It had always seemed that way.<br/><br/>"So how many times has it been?" Martin a guy who has found himself locked up, less than all of us had been. He claims that it was cause he was quicker and better than us. I called bull shit on him. Martin wrapped his arm over Simon's broude shoulders.<br/>"Hey, doesn't mater how many times I get locked up. Just the fact I keep getting caught." Simon drunk voice changed in range as his mood changed. Slurring though his words, he stumbled as he caught his foot on a slab of concret that was slightly different level as the one he had his foot on originally.<br/>"Simon maybe you need lessons with Martin or Cain." Trevor had spoken up drunken.<br/>"Or maybe you two need to stop drinking so much." I said to them. As I had barely had dranken that night. Walking with my hands in my jacket pocket. I had worn my black leather jacket. That hung open revealing a plain black t-shirt.<br/><br/>As we kept walking we were about to reach the corner of the street. Something had stopped the gang in their tracks. It was girl, what was she doing out so late. Seeing she maybe younger then I was. I noticed the group was calling out to the girl. I had tried to ignore most of them. As I saw unnessacry to do such. Telling them otherwise would be useless. So I had to ignore them, everytime they saw it fit to do such. Bothering the poor girl. The completely drunk ones were looking at her like she was a meal. It discussed me. Grabbing my pack of cigarattes. I took one out. Lighting it up, and taking a drag. I didn't notice that she had dropped something at my feet. Just as I noticed her. She had stopped a couple seconds. What was that look she was giving. To admit, most good girls flee at my presents. But soon she was off. Was that a donut? Watching where she was going. The group was still harassing the girl.<br/><br/>A groun came out of my lips. Would they leave the poor girl alone. Taking my Cigarette in between my fingers. I gave a loud whistle. It stopped them from doing something they would regret later. Which I saw the foot coming close. "Guys come on." My voice was slightly annoyed but I was calm. I decided to lead the group a different direction. Away from the girl. Simon of all people had to stay behind. Perstering still, I gave a sigh. Making my way to Simon. "I think its time for you to go home." I said dragging Simon's drunk ass.  Simon kept at calling to her. While objecting to my actions. Telling me I was weird from not joining in. Ignoring every word said. I kept walking down the street. I was stronger than Simon when he was drunk. But when he wasn't, we could match equally.