ehemmm....ELLO'! THIS IS A LOOK AT 'TOP ON THE STREETS'

“Yo TOP, you got a cig?” I looked up at my gang members to see who had spoken. It was Daesung, my second-in-command. He looked at me with his question hanging in the air.

I frowned and answered, “Nah, I ran out cuz you ing stole half of them. Ask Rita. Maybe those damn guys that she hangs out with gave her some. Buy some with her.” I smirked, knowing that he would be pissed off at my statement.

“ you, !” he said, but he smiled anyway. A member of my gang charged at Daesung, but before he could reach him, someone pulled him back. Daesung shook his shaggy brown hair like a dog. He pulled out a dagger from his black boot where it was covered by his black skinny jeans. Daesung cut himself through the gray pullover sweater and blood poured out. He smiled and said, “Hey Siwon, there. I did your job for you.”

“. Put that dagger away now. You want us to get in trouble? People are gonna think you're emo now,” I commanded.

“What the hell is up with you, nigga?” asked Daesung, sounding hurt.

“Nothing. I'm just in the mood to around with you guys,” I said.

“Want me to get you some pills from Minwoo? He owes me, like, his ty life anyways.”

I shook my head and walked over to the fire in the waste basket to warm myself up. Two of my younger friends moved over to give me some room. One of them passed me a cigarette, and I lit it gratefully. I moved my snowy blue hair out of my face so I could smoke. “Damn! I need a ing haircut,” I said. My companions agreed by nodding their heads. I closed my eyes to escape this world for a while. Cuz this is my life...on the streets...