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Cowboy yawned as he woke up to his closet of a room,
When he stood up, he hit his head
When he finally fell asleep on rainy nights, drops from the leaking ceiling either plopped into the pan on the floor, making a noise, or hit him in the nose, eye, cheek, or forehead.
When he entered through the molded plastic door, the hinge fell off, leaving him to an hour or so of work with a wrench to try and re-attach it.
The door knob wiggled as he turned it, the lock barely worked, and living in the streets of soho, with the mimes raiding every apartment building hey thought was too rich, he needed a lock.
To think, he was only 18, and his rent, the hi-hats, and his low paying, job as a cashier were stopping him to move up in the world.
But, now wasn't the time to thing about it...now wasn't the time to think about anything, for young Nick Jake, or Cowboy as his mean pre school kids nicknamed him, for having the hat on 24/7.
The only time it was off was either when he was sleeping, or some bully shoved, kicked, grabbed, or punch it's way off of his head.
Nick slowly got up,
he rubbed his sore eyes, and stood, his head crashing into the ceiling he sat right back down.
He sighed, and slowly crawled to his cheap dresser.
He quikcly pulled out,
Jeans, a black T-shirt, ripped up and ratty yellow socks, and his hat from the bottom drawer.
He fit it on his head, then forgetting about the wall, stood up.
Hit his head, and the hat slowly tumbled off,
"I need a chin-strap for this thing" he sighed, putting it back on, looking in the mirror and deciding a chin strap would make him look too feminine.
he tightened the hat and slipped on his already tied red converse sneakers and slowly went outside to the hallway.
He slowly walked down the metal spiral steps.
Suddenly, they collapsed.
Cowboy fell and grabbed two of the steps behind him, he shut his eyes tightly, and clinched his teeth, he was in for a fall.
and indeed he was, when the metal railing swung off and hit him in the face, curled around and hit him in the groin.
He yelled in pain, and tried to roll over the side.
In the process of doing so, the top part of the stairs fell off and nearly crushed him, he managed to swing over the side.
But, didn't roll away quick enough, both the steps fell on him.
Nearly passed out from pain, Cowboy slid himself out.
His landlord, Lubbs appeared with a wrench.
"There's more where that came from if my money isn't here soon!" He yelled.
His real nime was Mike Lubbiana, but Lubbs was easier to remember.
"You mean, you did this? Lubbs, I could've been killed!" He yelled.
"It's Mr. Lubbiana to you, Buttface. Besides, Even if i do kill you, I won't go to jail, you owe me over 3,000 in rent and it's been 4 months since then so...oh yeah, now it's 4,200!" He yelled.
"Mr. Lubbiana, I'll get you the money, just bare with me, times are hard and..."
"SHUT UP," Lubbs interupted, "I can do worse, than a little pain in the balls, Mr. Jake. I can have you thrown away, thrown away for life! But, you're lucky I'm a fare man, now, got to your job, and you better come back tonight, you aren't escaping this money, dip****! Now go, you are late!" He yelled.
"Late? What time is it?" Cowboy asked, rubbing his face of Lubbs's spit, due to a minor lisp problem.
"It's half past 11." Lubbs said, returning to his cheap flatbread sandwich and cola that awaited him on his desk.
"11:30!?" Cowboy yelled.
He was soupposed to open today! His boss ordered him to be there at six for extra pay! He needed that money to live!
He quickly sprinted out the door.

Apparently, fan fiction isn't as lively as it was back in the day, oh well, I'll continue!

Nick charged down the street, the gripping on his shoes was so old the soles became even more tattered with every step!
It didn't matter, It wasn't his style to give up!
Finally, less than two minutes later he shoved open the glass doors to the "Apartment Safety" shop.
Even though his apartment wasn't so safe, it would be, after a good two months of working he'd get free supplies on fixxing it up! Lubbs wouldn't be POed every 16 seconds he walks in the door, and life would be sweet with a capital S.
He saw Swan adjusting his tie to fit his short sleave work shirt and motioning with his eyes to they're boss, Mr. Jericho. An awkward name for a italian man...but it didn't matter, Because Jericho was stairing at Nick probably for a number things. He was extremely late, He wasn't in standerd clothing, and the fact he still had that dumb "Cowboy hat" on.
Nick walked in as cool as he could, Jericho cleared his throat, "Mr. Jake." He said, scribbiling something down on his clipboard, "My office." He said, respectably.
Nick waltzed over to Swan, "What do i-What do i do?!" He whispered to him, hoping for a helpful answer.
"Nod alot, look disapointed in yourself, and for god's sake no firm handshakes, no emotion, and don't look into his eyes." Swan said, sending him off with on a pat on the back.
Nick sighed as he walked towards the back office, It felt like Swan had been telling him what to do everyday since 2nd grade when they met. He didn't mind though, Swan was a simple alternitive to Nick's screwed up inner voice, Without Swan, He'd be a bum, dropping acid tablets, smokings Js, He would be nothing...Even more of a nothing than he already is!
He sadly opened the door and sat down in the lime green chairs only Jericho would consider colorful.
Jericho cleared his throat...again as he pushed in his glasses and flopped open Nick's file.
"You do realize you are dangerously close to being fired, don't you?" Jericho asked.
Cowboy nodded, just as Swan told him to.
"Good. Because i have quite the job for you to...re-instal your trust in me." Jericho clicked at his pen wildly.
Cowboy nodded, and the clicking came to a breif pause.
"This is a safety store. And safety is what matters here. I've seen you're...living environment, and i must say..." He said taking a sip of his coffee, "Blech."
"What you need to do...Cowboy kid." He said, reffering to his hat, "Is...Create something...Something streety, Something you'd find in NYC nightlife."
"A gang, sir?" Cowboy suggested.
Jericho removed his glasses, "A gang...A GANG. I like it, You need to get a feel for it, you need to...record things if needed. There is a meeting coming up with the owners of this street, If i don't have an example, something streety and cool, then it's back on the street for me...And you." Jericho explained.
Cowboy shrugged, "It's not my style, Sir. I've wondered what it would be like...But...I-I just don't know." Nick shrugged.
"triple pay for four months and the apartment fixxer award." Jericho snapped his finger, leaning forward.
Cowboy wanted to say yes soooo badly! He had to shove for more.
"You can get up late." Jericho added.
"Deal." Cowboy finally spurted out.

Nick returned to to his apartment acting like he was fired but indeed he was not.
"Ah, Mr. Cowboy." Lubbs said from his desk.
"Back from a bad day? If you'd notice, I had all staircases removed, Since my bedroom's down here. I have no problem, You?" He chuckled, "Different story." He returned to his magazine.
Nick approached the desk, "Too bad i don't have any money, Mr. Lubbiana."
Nick sighed, Lubbs looked up, "I know." he said sarcastically, "It's a big secret, the dollar fairy must have raided your apartment," He pretended to gasp, "oh, Does Mr. Nicky-Nick need somewhere warm and fuzzy to stay?" He asked, extending his arms for a hug.
"Well, too bad!" He said pretending to upper cut Nick in the jaw, then proceeding to laugh about it.
Nick took out his wallet and but  11 grand on the desk.
Lubbs looked from his magazine he gasped, Then looked like a fool as he looked at Nick.
"Nicholas," He scrambled for words, mumbling in all different tones.
Suddenly, a crash sounded and the door threw open.
"What the hell?" Nick asked, Backing away from it.
3 armed Hi-Hats charged in wielding 2X4s and clapping them gently against they're hands to look tough.
"Hello, Lubby." One of them approached, "The fact of the matter is, I'm damn thrilled you didn't pay fast enough." He said, ignoring Nick, just walking to the desk.
Lubbs muttered like he did before, He slid over the 11 grand.
"I-I have the money, Cracker Jack." He smiled blankly.
Cracker jack grabbed the wad of cash and threw it to one of his cronies standing behind him, The man flipped through it quickly.
"11 grand." He said handing back to cracker jack.
Cracker jack's eyebrows went up and down in thought.
"Maybe i was wrong, Lubby. Maybe you're not a fat piece of dog scat, rotting in the mid-day summer sun. And this payment can last you...3 months. hot diggity dog! But the deadline was yesterday, and you know what happens when late in the streets of Soho!"
He said, flicking out a switch blade from his back pocket, "No, no, no." Lubbs said getting up from his chair.
"I have...I have people to nourish!" He motioned to Nick.
Cracker jack examined Nick for a moment before scoffing, "Then those so called people will have to live without a mobile landlord for a few months, it's only fair. You had a perfect deadline and you didn't meet it."
He said pinning him against the wall tightly and dangling the knife around.
"No...Please stop." Lubbs begged.
"Who's gonna' save you?" cracker jack asked.
Nick had to do something, he couldn't watch his landlord get smothered in knives and 2X4s.
"I will." Nick spoke loudly.
"What was that?" Cracker jack approached Nick.
"I...will." He said, switching eyes from Lubbs to cracker jack.
"Why on earth would you do that?" Cracker Jack asked.
"Because he's my landlord...and he'd do it for me." Nick tried to sound cool, and brave.
"Let me let you in on a tip, It's in your best interest to back away, and I'm in favor of having the emergency room surgeons have a break once in a while." He said looking back to Lubbs with a sick grin.
Nick had his moment, he could catch Cracker Jack off guard!
He quickly threw his head forward, clashing aganst Cracker Jack's sending him tumbling to the ground with a thud.
Nick was dizzy, in fact, probably dizzy-er than Cracker Jack but he kept on his toes.
The other two approached.
Cracker jack stumbled up quickly and held them back.
"Boys, Boys!" He held them back as much as he could.
"In Soho, The penalty for that is death. And we're not prepared to drop bodies here today. That's why it's midnight tomorrow night, wear black, in the alleyway, you and me. And lose the hat it's not cracking well for a hero." He rolled his eyes, backing to the door.
"And you," He pointed to Lubbs.
"Stay in your place, and maybe after your little bodyguard is dead, you'll be in a coma if lucky. Now lets blow this sorry excuse for a tenement." He said charging off in the fog of night.
Lubbs approached Nick, immidetly he started crying by his side.
Nick didn't know whether to shove him, or hug him.
Finally, after a minute long sob, Lubbs looked up.
"I was in the Soho fight league not long ago, If you know that street style, nothing can stop you." He said, slamming his fist against his other hand.