"What kinda fucking shit is that? I'm not a full member, but I gotta obey full rules?" I should have known that Rondy wouldn't back down. I could see him facing three of them.

The reply came from someone older with a deeper voice. "You want to keep your fucked-up head on your shoulders, you'll do what you're told. Word is the Riots got hold of you, but you look good as new, not a scratch. You throwin' our shit on the hood?"

How could the guy not notice the discoloration ...