idn't care much about what color you were but rather the kind of person you were, and took him under his wing and taught him a thing or two about survival and about being street wise. Johnny looked up to Rick and admired him, and even went so far as to say that Rick was the smartest black dude he'd ever met. Rick smiled at the remark, not taking it the wrong way; he knew what he meant. It was just Johnny's way of complimenting someone, even if it didn't always come out right.Being composed of such a diverse racial mixture, the group was derisively known on the streets as the RAINBOW FREAKING COALITION. Rick didn't mind -it was accurate at least. "So, old dude, what's it going to be?" said Rick, towering over the man now and taking a defiant stance. "What's it going to be?! What's it going to be?!" the man said, while spitting out another blob of blood and tooth particles. "What do you think?!! I'm just the old dude getting the hell beat out of him, remember?! If you guys want money, credit cards, here," he offered his wallet, "take everything. Rings, jewelry? Here!" he took off his wristwatch and rings and offered them to Rick, at which point Johnny intercepted the extended hand and deftly snatched the ring he'd been eyeing. "There, what else do you want? I ain't got nothing else. You've got all I'm worth right there in your hands. None of that stuff matters anymore anyway. I just don't care anymore, I really don't!" the man said with such dejection that Rick almost felt sorry for the man. "What's your story, old man? Why don't you give a damn anymore?" Rick asked interested. "Who gives a damn what this dude thinks!" interrupted Net. "He's nothing but a old drunk that, unless he comes up with something else, is gonna get more of a beating whether he likes or not!" "You need to calm your ass down, Net, DAMN! All you want to do is kick some sucker's ass all the time. Kick some sucker's ass, kick some sucker's ass, that's all you think abo...
