Marshan pulled that rip your shirt off and screaming in the street
with the fins from the pub. The fins was going to beat him stupid.
Marshan ran away. Now the fins told his friends let’s lump this
punk and that’s when that clan started to disappear. He ripped
his shirt off screaming in the street one to many times.
I was in grade school and we would hang out at BJ’s
and play video games. A small store front on Myrtle.
Half a block from where I lived. He would make you
an iron on t-shirt for $5.