Donny was afraid that she thought he was just a creep. Well, who could blame her? He's a fat guy talking about gangs. Well, too late to stop now. [b]"Looks, it's not a choice if you want the gangs to involve you or not. I should know... I wanted nothing to do with them, and because of that, they see me as their enemy. Well turns out there's a lot more people like me too. People who are just trying to make a living, but those gangs want us out of the picture. Keep playing your music out on the streets and they'll come for you too. I mean... You're a pretty girl, talented, strong willed. That's something they'd want. Unlike me though, they're not going to ask you to join. They'll put a gun to your head and tell you to follow them. It... It's not pretty. If you don't want anything to do with me, fine, but I just want you to know if you ever need to place to crash,"[/b] Donny took out a pen and notepad, another thing he swiped back at the grocery store. He tossed over the address of the hotel towards her. [b]"Think about it, cool? If you don't trust me, at least consider your options. Living out here, alone, hoping to god that none of the gangs take a fancy to you, or try to stick with us and know that we have your back."[/b]