 He learned in order to be a man, he had to know how to fight. And had some very definitive rules about what's wrong or right. He never had the luxury of being able to choose. So to him, for being different, there was no excuse. He was hustling on the corner, making some cash. When he bumped into some beef that he had from the past. He watched the guns raise and the bullets fly in disbelief. As his friends all jumped in their eyes.