Kenny was walking down Broadway Boulevard. Now Kenny knew the danger of walking down Broadway. First of all, there they contained the crazed people. He could feel his blood pressure rise as he crossed the wretched gates of Da Hood. He tripped on a golden ticket from a Wonka bar. He broke his left arm and died from a heart attack several years later. This has nothing to do with our story.
The real story begins with Greg. Just kidding, Greg never existed so this story cannot be real by the Law of Detachment. So our fake story begins here. Greg actually went by Grevis. Grevis did not exist because Greg did not exist. Now Jamar knew that Grevis did not exist, so he did not worry about him.
What Jamar did worry about was his war. A gang war, that war was, and it was a dirty one. Jamar was the leader of the Camels. The Camels were quite different than the other gang, the Falcons. One of the main differences was that the Falcons did not live in Da Hood. The Falcons were Mexican and thus incapable of living in Da Hood, for in the town Mexicans ruled the city and would not stoop to live in Da Hood. Jamar hated the Falcons. They reminded him of a story a Chinese fortune teller once told him. "The Osprey", that Prophetic Mandarin said, "is the bane of humanity". This has nothing to do with our story; Jamar just hated ospreys. Therefore, by the law of syllogism Jamar hated the Falcons.
