My new life as a G

I have recently joined a gang. No, it's not the kind of gang that commits crimes or fights, actually the gangs leader (my roommate) is a pacifist who rescues flies from the viscous bloodthirsty average human. Even though I have changed from a normal suburban college student to a straight up G my life has changed very little. As a member of the Friendship Tasters Rainbow Club (Athens Chapter) my responsibilities are fairly simple--staring at people to make them feel self conscious, eating licorice whips, drawing unicorns on desolate walls, and of course, being awesome.

I pledged to be part of this gang sitting on my dorm floor passing stale Twizzlers between my roommate and two of our friends after watching Running with Scissors, a delightfully demented film. The room smelled like an odd mix of popcorn and coffee with a twinge of Root beer. Looking down we saw that only one red Twizzler was left at the bottom of the bag. Picking it up, I divided it into 4ths and passed it to everyone in the room.

For some reason the sharing in the one stale Twizzler was a bit like sharing in a communion of awesomeness.

As now an official member of a "gang" I started thinking of what my exposure was to other gangs. The first one I could remember was the Greasers, they wore cool minimalist clothes and sang and danced. The next gang I could remember was the Jets and the Rockets, once again gangs who dressed like James Dean, got into unlikely relationships, sang, and danced. Maybe if the modern gangs were more like the movie gangs and Sambaed at their meetings instead of committing crimes or teased cops with witty songs instead of shooting them gangs would be friendlier more interesting groups.

The members of the Friendship Tasters are not a very intimidating group most of the members tend to smile a lot and have edgy haircuts or odd t-shirts. We've worn Burger King Crowns and do bad-ass things like watch the Last Unicorn, have jam circles that include ukuleles, and sneakily draw penguins onto our friends notes while they're not looking. So all in all, we may not be as badass as the Jets but we sure are cooler than those pansy Greasers.