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Practicing my jumper alone after school, a couple of rival gangbangers from a different neighborhood show up on the courts, throwing up signs, talking shit, and hassling me, they take what little money I have. Then—Baam! Out of nowhere my friends appear and are all over ’em in two seconds. I feel like I belong, I feel love. I understand how good-hearted kids end up in gangs. We all wanna be loved.
Acid for the Children: A Memoir
by Flea
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