The neighborhood was fit for nothing except the memories of the old-time gangs.
“Reny, if you’re going in, so am I.”
“No,” Reny cried out, the sound of his voice a pitiful plea. “If you do you’ll be killed. Please turn around and go back. This is not your fight, it’s mine.”
“We’re together now, Reny. Your fight is my fight.”
“You dumb, stupid bastard,” Reny yelled as he whirled around. “Get out of my face, and go back to your white collars, expensive clothes, and that classy, high-priced apartment that takes a year of your salary to pay a month’s rent!”
“Reny, please don’t send me away.”