The bald man's imposing voice echoed through the room, and everyone else stood up simultaneously. Well, in my case, I just went with the flow, not wanting to stand out in this sea of wannabe gangsters.
"All of you numb-skulls are here because you're all considered good-for-nothing bitches!" He berated, his words laced with disdain .
He continued his intimidation, his words intended to break our wills and assert his dominance.
"You think you're hot shit out there in the streets? You're just a bunch of punks! A gang is not a playground for you to have fun. It's a brotherhood, a family. You live and die for the gang. You think you've got what it takes to be a part of us? You'll need to prove yourselves."
He walked left and right the room, his eyes scanning each one of us as if assessing our worthiness.
