You aren't anybody unless you're popular! Okay well it's not entirely a bad thing to be social; it's perfectly natural to want to go along with the rest of the sheep. Though what KIND of sheep you're going to be going along with might make a big difference in your life.

You must choose, but choose wisely because this is ALL going on your permanent record.

You join a gang! Gangstas get all the girls!

Yep, nothing cooler than being in a gang. Sellin drugs, bustin' caps, smackin' the hoes…

No wait; you're a goddamn suburbanite, meaning the gangs in your "hood" are made up of a bunch of wannabe wiggers that learned everything about the "gangsta" lifestyle by watching rap videos. At best you'll probably just be smoking pot, drinking beer and talkin' a lot of shit. Still, it's cooler than what you're doing now.

You aren't sure of how to go about this though. You know there are "gang members" in your school that you could approach, but maybe you'd have an easier time joining a gang where the people don't actually know you.

You join the gang in your school

You approach the leader of your school's gang (Kaspa Killa and Da Ghosts) and tell him you want to join.

"Whatchu mean you want to join? This ain't no place fo' wack ass perpatrators! Just straight up hustlas! Know what I'm sayin mothafucka?" Kaspa says getting in your face.
"Yeah, yeah, I hear ya, but I really want to show I'm down." You retort trying not to show weakness.
"Oh really? Aight, we'll see. Meet us at my house after school and we'll see if you're really down or not."

After school, you head over to Kaspa's house where he and the rest of the Ghosts are waiting for you in his backyard. They don't look friendly either, in fact they look like they're going to do you bodily harm.

"Aight bitch, let's see if you can take a beat down!" Kaspa says as he advances on you with the rest.

Hey this is how it's done. In order to join a gang you get beat in to show your fuckin' heart. No time to punk out now. Time to take your beating and prove you're down.

Kaspa takes the first swing at you and clocks you in the jaw causing you to fall to the ground. You spit out some blood and attempt to get up only to feel kicks to your side, stomach, and head. Any attempt to fight back is met with an increase in kicks and punches.

You think it'll all be over soon, and you're right in more ways than one…

One of the Ghosts gets so overzealous that he drops a very large rock on your head cracking it open. You're barely in a state of consciousness as you begin to lose blood at a more rapid rate.

"Holy shit dude! What'd you do that for?!"
"I got carried away!"
"Oh fuck I think you killed him!"
"I did? Oh no! Oh shit! No! I don't wanna go to jail!"
"Hey I didn't have any part of this! YOU did it!"
"Shut up all of you! Nah, he's still alive, but he's probably gonna die…let's throw him in the woods where nobody can find him and nobody say SHIT about this to anyone!" Kaspa orders.

The Ghosts take your now unconscious body and shove it in one of their cars and drive you to the woods. After finding a secluded spot they dump it and haul ass out of there. You never wake up and after a day, you die of your internal (and external) head trauma.

And even worse you're eaten by a wandering hungry bear that has been down his luck in finding suitable nourishment, so your body isn't even found which would've lead to an investigation.

The Ghosts however gain a little more confidence in their gang status since they have now officially killed someone.

The moral the story?

Getting beat up to join some stupid ass gang is one of the more idiotic concepts of the "lifestyle". And it really doesn't prove shit anymore considering you're most likely going to be shooting at someone anyway. You were a damn fucktard for going along with it.

If you have to indulge in gang activity, don't get beat in, offer to bust a cap in someone's ass. It serves the same purpose as showing that you're "down" and you don't get your head kicked into mush in the process.

And now you know!