Fight or Flight

          Jester was getting tired. It felt like he'd been running for ages. His chest burned. His legs hurt. He chanced a look back.

          They were gaining.

          He tried to put on a burst of speed, but didn't have it in him. They were going to catch him. He knocked over a few garbage cans to try and slow them down.

          It didn't work.

          Desperate, he ducked down a side alley to double back and lose them.

          Dead end.

          He could hear their loud footsteps getting closer.

          Jester turned, readying himself. If he was going down, he was going down swinging.

I don't know how many of you have seen the classic 1979 movie, The Warriors.  For those unfamiliar with the film, the first thing you should know is that it isn't really a classic.  In all honesty, it's kind of meandering, doesn't hold together all that well, and objectively, isn't all that good.  However, it is a movie with a ton of style.  And for that reason, it's one of my favourite movies.

It takes place in a New York City that is overrun with gangs, with each one having its own theme and fashion sense that is turned up to 11, and while the film is far from a masterpiece, it has some enough solid moments to hold a special place in my heart.  The video game from Rockstar only adds to my love of this piece of popular culture.

However, as much as I like The Warriors, this post is only tangentially about that movie.  One of my favourite aspects of the movie is the world of constant low-level street gang warfare that is depicted within it.  Therefore, I decided to compose this little piece about a tagger who ends up a little too deep into enemy territory.  I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoyed reading it.  Who knows?  Maybe this isn't the last we'll hear from Jester and his gang, the Royals.