Summer: 72nd Street Gang

 We were all looking down the street and saw a nerdy looking kid walking down our turf with a bottle of Pepsi. He was scrawny, wore glasses, and had pimples all over his face everything about him was asking for this to happen. The kid looked like he was one of those kids everyone made fun of at High School, realizing that I felt sorry for what was about to happen. But I don’t think everyone else in the gang felt that way.

 They look forward to moments like this: Mike Lahoz, Gabriel “Gabe” Santana, Herbert Smith and Harry Rodriguez they were my family, my friends, my brothers. Together we were the 72ND Street Psychos. We were all sixteen except for Harry who was seventeen and the most sadistic of us all. We all jumped out of the steps we were sitting on as the kid passed by us and surrounded him.

 Herbert grinned while scratching his chin. He was the biggest of us weighing 200 pounds, but none of those 200 pounds were soft. Herbert spit to the curb and said “I’m thirsty”. The kid looked stared at his Pepsi bottle thoughts exploding in his head. Mike grabbed the Pepsi out of the kid’s hand and threw it to Herbert who shook his head while clicking his tongue against his teeth and said “I hate Pepsi.”

 ”Why isn’t this coke” yelled Herbert at the kid who responded “b-b-b-because I like p-p-p-Pepsi.” Herbert threw the bottle at a wall and it shattered across the sidewalk. A vicious smile found its way on Harry’s face while he walked straight in front of the kid telling him the rule “Fight back or it’s going to get worse” with that Harry punched the kid in the face two times in one motion. The kid covered his face and yelled “I don’t want to fight!”

 Mike threw his knee at the kids back, while he shrieked in pain. We all grabbed him and threw him on the street. Harry dragged him to the curb and forced his face to it, while we all pinned him down. The kid opened his mouth and found it filled with a bunch of concrete. Harry asked “whose turn is it?” Mike said “It’s Alex’s turn.” Harry looked at me and nodded I knew it was an order.

 My stomach felt weird as I let go of the kid. Everyone yelled at me to hurry up becaused the kid was panicking to get his mouth off the curb. I lifted my foot over the kid’s head and stomped down. I felt the crunching of teeth rattle it’s way through my leg, the sound exploding in my brain.

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