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| Look upon our sugar-straw goodness ye mighty and tremble. |
The kid who shared the table with me and the gansta girl's rival gang
went by the more whimsical and less tough sounding then Wicked
Crosses – Pixie Stix. He stole that name from the tube of sugar
candy and it did not sit well with the local self proclaimed gang
member/ gang expert. She said there was no such gang as the Pixie
sticks and she complained that there were no members. At that the
other boy at the table and I joined up and promised to recruit for
the Pixie Stix gang. She was agitated and said that this meant a gang
turf war that required, as is the precedent set in gang code laid
forth in the chronicle of all things gangster- The Outsiders, a
rumble. She threw down the proverbial gauntlet and told us that we
should bring our gang and our weapons, excluding guns of course, to
the ball fields across town at ten of the clock Friday night. We
accepted her challenge but as is the failing of many fledgling gang
members forgot to save the date and time. Rookies, amaright? So when
we came back to school on Monday she was outraged that we had not
shown up for our beat-down her and her whole alleged crew were there
probably swinging chains and practicing their dance fighting ala
the epic battles of the Jets vs. Sharks. It was strange that she
claimed that her and the whole crew were there because in our school
at least she had only been able to attract a single pariah who was
well known to use the fist forward charge as his main fighting move.
A move that I had seen him use in a fight where he made his hand
into a lance and then charged like a gallant knight at tournament.
The only problem with that move is that it will never hurt anyone and
have the weakness of being easily sidestepped. We rescheduled the
rumble and once again let it slip our mind which made Ganster-girl
conclude that we were not even real gangsters. Guilty as charged. She
left off with the rumbling after that and just roamed the halls with
a BA swagger with her stinky knight in tow. She moved out of our
school a few months later but left us wiser about the ways of the
world and inner city life or at least what she claimed it was. After
my brief gang affiliation with the Pixie Stix I never again dabbled
in the world of organized crime.
