Star in the Streets

Chapter 6

You've got to be able to stand your ground in Low Street, no one's gonna look after you if you can't look after yourself. Truth be told I'm no saint, like Dol I want money, like the thugs I want women, like the area boys I want power. Everyone has the same desires, the difference between people is knowing where the line is. Ruling over your control your desires before they rule you.

Money is king in Low Street. Those who rebel find themselves dead in a ditch somewhere. Look at Dol, you could say he's the model citizen of the Eutopia. His constantly bartering and gambling for the acquisition of money. I'd say it's essential to have someone like him around, He's covetous nature has been helpful more times than I can count, nevertheless, He loves money, and his gambling has brought trouble much trouble our way.

I'm not a sucker for silver. My advice, keep your head down in Low Street, it'll keep you out of trouble. Now, that doesn't mean you become a pushover, keep an eye out when trouble comes by. It usually takes the form of a group of Area Boys chucking insults around and making people cuff up whatever change they have in their pockets.

The lowest of society usually has the lowest ambitions. You rarely find anyone in Low Street breaking the chains of oppression. They all just dream of entering peaceful Middle Street. So often many complain about the struggles they encounter down in the Street, yet so few strive to destroy the cage, they would rather be the dominant predator in the Zoo. Perhaps the pleasures offered momentarily are so sweet it blinds them to the greater treasures which could be attained by a bit of change. What this place needs is a revolution.

'Ky, we're heading straight down to the Arena, right?" asks Dolus.

'Definitely, it's gonna be one hell of a turnout and I do not want to be standing in line for an hour.' says Kylon.

'it's gonna be one to remember, the whole Street is basically gonna be there, I reckon we'll see the Top Boys in there.' Says Dolus.

'If that happens the whole place will become a warzone. I've never heard the leaders of the Area Boys being in one place together.' Says Kylon.

'Come on this is Billy's Sanders we're talking about, they're all gonna wanna see him fight. I reckon it's a KO within the first five rounds.' Says Dolus.

'I'll put some money on that. it's about time someone smacked that Northern Prick Harry Wallace.' Say Kylon.

'Dam straight.' says Dolus.

Kylon and Dolus enter Low Street. litter spills out from the trash can, the rats forage through the waste feeding on the rotting pieces of food found inside. The street has a dark ambiance, its background noise is a collection of human howls and the constant barking of dogs.

'Two coppers for a tug and three for a suck' say a prostitute nearby. Kylon and Dolus walk through the street, unphased. Low Street's architecture is built on top of broken foundations. Withered bricks uphold the building with cracks flowing down the walls. Each structure is a murky green partly due to the mold and fungi festering on the surface. A true Gutter.

It never changes. Day after day, drugs and all manner of depravity fill the streets. The people remain indifferent even as catastrophes befall upon them, they seek to pass the responsibility of injustice and malice onto the elites and High Street. But that excuse cannot last forever.

'You going to the Elder's meeting tonight?' asks Dolus.

'Hell no, why? Don't tell me you're thinking about going?' say Kylon.

'It'll take Regis's royal decree to make me attend.' says Dolus.

'it's pointless. the elders don't get it, nothing gonna change if the nobles continue running the game. No noble is stupid enough to let money slip out of their hands because of Archaean complaints. You'd think the elders would know that by now' says Kylon