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In this country where he resided, the only power was the government and the police. The gangs had no real power, no authority. The only people that feared the gangs were school kids and people who had problems with them. Gangs in this southern part of south-east asia had no real power or any appeal to people at all. Joining a gang, didn’t mean anything to people. You had no respect, no one knew who you were, no one feared you. You wielded no power earned little money, had no proper life. It means you lived in fear. It means no one knew who you are, you wear ridiculous clothes, get a bunch of tattoos the ugliest hair duo and weird hair colours.

They wore the ugliest clothes they could find. They would adorn gave them a certain amount of confidence. They hoped it gave them street cred as well. But most people looked upon them with disgust or surprise cause of what they wore. They did nothing but attract unwanted attention, raise their voices, and only bully people they saw lonely and afraid. They were scared of the police, and people they knew they would not be able to take on. They had no real purpose. Most of them or practically all of them had no purpose at all. They were mainly street gangs that scared no one. Secondary school kids seemed interested in them.

The street gangs allowed kids to feel safe, or superior and for the unlucky few to feel insecure and get bullied. There was no real order. No real big name to control what went on the streets. The underworld was a chaos no clear leader. No order that was the main problem, no one was smart or powerful enough to bring order. The law was strict and harsh. It was hard to commit crimes, when the punishments for most of them were death sentences. So the gangsters sought legal ways of making money. Legal but not necessarily moral. Prostitution brothels were their main source of income. And protection fees paid by their members. It was like joining a club. A club which required you to pay money every month. And for paying, they knew that no one would mess with them and get away. It was not hard to become a made man. Have a couple of friends in a gang, pay your way in and your part of them.

Becoming a gangster wasn’t hard. Staying one, now that was the hard part. Most of them who became gangsters quit by the time they were eighteen or nineteen realising that there was no real commitment, and there was no real future. People didn’t see a need to be a gangster, it didn’t make you rich or famous. It just landed you in jail. The few loyal ones that stayed on, eventually ended up as alcoholics, wife beaters, for those who managed to get married. The rest of them just relied on prostitutes for sex.

But the time for change was coming. As technology advances and the country becomes more advance, so do the people. It was time for a new era of gangsters; it was time for someone new, someone unlike the old types. Someone who had a different vision and would change the way things were done. And everything would come into a new order.