The water rushed into Billy's hands for a long time. A long time. The pain was constant, with an intensity that depended on how drugged up he was. Right now, just getting up, everything had worn off. He tried to find a place with no pain, but he couldn't find one. He splashed cold water on his face, and held his hands there. A growl escaped from his throat. He was pissed off at the pain that took everything over, trying to beat him.

Bodie stood at the bathroom door. "Take these," he said, handing him a cocktail of pills, to be washed down with alcohol. Billy didn't like being on drugs all the time. It wasn't how he was raised. Drugs were for weaker people. There are a lot of weak people in this world, Bones would tell him. Profit off of them, but don't be them. He needed the pills, though. It was impossible to get through the day without them. He swallowed them, and sat down on the toilet seat, leaning his head back, waiting for the pain to settle.

It didn't take long for his body to become bearable again. He got up, and sat down next to Bodie, flipping channels on the TV.

"How much do we have to do today?" Billy asked him.

"A lot," Bodie said. "Too much." He set the sack on the milk crate in front of him. "We gotta get off 88th Street. It's fucking MS-13 everywhere..."

"Oh," Billy said, shaking his head, "we don't even sell the same shit. Stop being such a pussy."

"Yeah, well, Heco told me those guys think we're falling apart. You think they won't try and take advantage of that?"

Billy leaned forward, and looked at the floor. "The fuck does Heco know?"

"Shit, Heco's a junkie, Heco knows a lot about MS-13. And they know Heco and you are boys." Bodie lit a cigarette. "Those fuckers think we're in the middle of a civil war, and they ain't half wrong."

"Fuck." This wasn't good. It was bad enough he was battling Mickey. If MS-13 sensed a weakness, they could be looking at a world of hurt. Bodie was right, they'd take advantage.

"And you know what else?" Bodie said. " Heco's thinking about going with them, you know?"

Billy stood up. "Oh, no, fuck that. What the fuck, Bodie?"

"You promised him you'd get him in."

"And I will. What the fuck? Why didn't he talk to me?"

Bodie shook his head, and looked straight ahead.

"Well, we need to get rid of Mickey," Billy said.

"We're gonna need new blood," Bodie said.

"We got blood," Billy said. "We got Heco's blood." He paused to think for a moment. "We'll ride out to the trailer parks after our shift and see Baggy."

Bodie nodded.

"This ain't gonna be a civil war," Billy said. "What we got is an insurrection."

"Insurrection," Bodie said, getting to his feet. "That's good."