Old Wraiths Flight Jacket

The streets aint like the fair tales. The strong prey on the weak and the weak suffer. 
No one cares. That's the thing. The weak get weaker and the strong get stronger by any means. 
Just like the corpos fuck up the corporate world. The street gangs on the other hand just fuck up everyone. At any time your end might be just around the corner. 
But on the flip side, you might end up being the one good interaction in someones life that month.
Or.. you'll be the one dropping a hammer in their head to make their friend cough up the cellphone she pocketed from one of your crews daughters on her way from work. You know, either or..