"Tri City, Frank. And skin head is a very loose term of what we are." *Henry scratches his head and takes a sip of his tea.*

*Henry walks into the library and looks at some of the books.* "Nice collection here." *He leans up against the wall and puts his can to his eye*

"A mixture of prison and getting the shit kicked outta me by a bunch of spooks. But other than that I'm fine." *He takes a sip of his Arizona Iced Tea.* "So how are you?"

*Henry puts on his white long sleeve shirt and chuck taylors. He grabs his pack of cigarettes and walks down the street to Paulie's. On the way he stops at a gas station and buys a iced tea. The man behind the counter stares at him for his hair style and tattoo.* "You Nazi or something man?" *Henry chuckles as he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet.* "Nah man. I'm not a Nazi.. I used to be though. The hair is because of prison and the tattoos are because of past decisions that present me would like to not do." *Henry leaves a 100$ bill on the counter and looks at the mans name tag.* "Sorry for worrying you Lebron." *Henry walks up to the house and up the drive way.* "What is this The Godfather?" *Henry knocks on the door.*

"It's more of some business talk that I'd rather not do over the phone. But yeah, I'd like to meet him."

"Hey Paulie! Uh I was wondering if I could come over for a minute. If that's alright with you." *Henry takes a puff of his cigarette*

*Henry wakes up with a bullet in his wall.* "Awww fuck me." *Henry gets up and goes to his phone. He dials Paulie up and waits for an answer. While he waits for an answer he lights up a cigarette*

*Henry opens up his apartment door. He walks over to his chair and lunges down into it. His tv is showing nothing but static and Henry just stares at it. He reaches to the side of his chair and pulls out a snubnose .44. He puts in one bullet and spins the revolver. He puts the barrel in his mouth and laughs...* *Click.. Click.. ClickClickClickClick.* "FUUUUUCK!" *He throws the guns at the wall and it goes off. He doesn't even flinch.* "Not today Henry... It's not your time I guess." *Henry takes a swig of his Jack and passes out in his chair.*

"No problem man. Just got caught up with them chasin me man. Sorry about the commotion." *Gene starts dragging the bodies*

*Henry pulls out his switchblade and takes the other black guy into the restaurant and throws him to the ground.* I wanna know! Who the fuck you think you are to shoot at me and chase me down the fucking street you dumb fucks! You get too hyped up on kool aid you mother fuckers!" *Henry stabs him in the leg* "ANSWER ME!" "Fuck you. You boiled egg lookin motha fucka!" "Yeah.. Prison will do that to you." *Henry stabs the man in the stomach multiple times. He stands up and wipes his hands on his shirt.* "Well I'm sorry about that fellas. We'll take these assholes back down to the boonies for ya."

*Henry starts running down the alley further. He jumps over a dumpster in the way and runs down little Italy.* "Hey motha fucka! Where you goin nigga!" *Henry turns around and sees the group chasing after him.* "Fuck!" *Henry bolts into a small Italian restaurant.* "And you wonder why people profile you!" *The small Italian woman behind the counter greets him. He jumps behind the counter and ducks down. She starts hitting him with a big piece of bread* "Fuckin stop lady!"

*Henry takes a deep breath.* I just got jumped by about 3 or 4 black guys on my way to the festival. They fuckin pulled a gun out, and I ain't messin with that shit when all I got is a fuckin knife man."

*Henry runs into an alleyway and pulls out his phone. He calls Hanshi and waits for him to pick up.*

So dapper.

(Hey man, don't keep posting multiple threads. Just try and keep it in the same one. Makes it neater.)

*Henry gets up out of his bed without a boxspring. He walks into his kitchen and cracks two eggs and fries them. When he's done with that he walks into his garage. As he sits down a man chained to the ceiling with his mouth gags screams. He starts wiggling and screaming, but they're muffled.* "Good morning. Sleep good?" *Henry turns on A-Ha and starts dancing.* "Come on man! We can have fun! Taaaaaake oooooon meeeee!" Now you you!" *The mans muffled screams are overpowered by the music.* "That's it man! You got it!" *Henry takes out his switchblade and stabs the man repeatedly in the stomach.* "TAAAAAKE OOOON MEEE!" *His singing gets more faded as he walks out of the garage.*

Gotta be prepared for anything and everything. ??

I hope you'll have some variety. Ripped jeans, worn leather jackets, some nice boots. Maybe some fashionable suits. Just saying. Like the idea though.