“Geno told them why I was there, and they all came down off the truck and looked me over — I guess just to make sure that they didn’t have any prior problems with me. Geno was standing on my right side. He said to me, “Now I’m going to start it.” He took two steps out in front of me, spun around quickly, and delivered a punch to my left jaw. My head jerked back from his blow. I remember thinking to myself, at least that wasn’t bad. However, before I could register another thought, the five Truck Boys were on me like white on rice. They threw blows and slaps on me. For the next minute or so, I stood there and took it all in like a good soldier. This was the price I was more than willing to pay to become a member of the Rebellions. After it was all over, they welcome me in with handshakes. Then they started asking me where I lived, and what school I had attended. Just like that I was now in the gang, these were my new best friends, individuals whom I would go all out for, and who would do the same for me.” SupportBrotherhoodBest FriendsInitiationThug LifeGang MembersStreet LifeRebellion RaidersSense Of BelongingGang InterventionGang LifePrice To PayFeeling WantedWanting To BelongJoining A GangGang InitiationBeaten UpGood Soldier Book:The Fight of My Life is Wrapped Up in My Father Source: The Fight of My Life is Wrapped Up in My Father