There was a first for everything, they said. The first time going to school. The first time running in a track meet, first time feeling the adrenaline pumping through you, the first time feeling like you could do anything. The first time you put gel in your hair and called yourself a greaser, a hood.
The first time being held by your brothers as you cried, the first time going to a funeral. The first time you saw your friend after he was beat up by some Socs, the first time you too were jumped by some Socs as well.
