Blue names was a roll call, buncha people in the gang here all sayin' they're still here, still around, still layin' claim to this block. The red crossin' some of 'em off means either it's a threat or they've been done by JB which I gotta figure is that Jawbreakers crew, but that makes it a threat either way since they're comin' into this turf an' makin' a big deal of it.

[And that's why he's watching the shadows and tugs her along with him, at least until the tags become more consistent. JB on every wall - so these guys are sure of themselves, and prolific enough that even here in San Francisco, their tags last long enough before anyone bothers to paint over them.

There's a trio of boys laughing across the street, sitting on the sidewalk with their backs to a wall. They have paper bags in their hands - hard to see, but easy to hear with the crinkle of the paper. Their voices don't sound like they've even dropped in pitch yet. Kids huffing, Johnnie has to figure. Not all that threatening, but confident enough to hang out in the open here. They belong.

He walks on up and knocks on the building wall like it's a door, though he's obviously been seen. The giggling only pauses slightly.]

You boys know where I can go if I'm lookin' to buy somethin' to spice up my night a little?