I work with gang members, and I feel a kind of affinity and gift, even. But who would've thunk it, you know? I mean, I didn't anticipate it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
At school, I always wanted to belong to a gang, and no one would have me. So I'd have make my own gang, but with everybody else's leftovers.
I wanted the attention I missed at home, so I became the leader of a gang. That way, I got attention and was recognized as being important. It wasn't a bad gang - you know, in poor districts in New York, there's a gang to every block. We never robbed at the point of a gun; we'd steal potatoes from a grocery store, or crackers.
I had friends at school, but I was never part of a gang and I dreamed of that sense of belonging to a group. You know, where people would call me 'Em' and shout across the bar, 'Em, what are you drinking?' after the show.
I know people in gangs; I could have went down that route.
I was a gang leader. Although, it was a gang for defensive purposes. It was not a gang to sell drugs.
People have to see that there is a high degree of complexity about belonging to a gang. It's a symptom, not a problem.
I have consciously not taken the role of a gangster, which has been offered to me far too many times.
I'm not really part of any group or clique or gang because that's always been my nature.
I have never seen a hopeful person join a gang.
I've never been in a gang. None of my friends have been in a gang. I've never rolled around with big entourages.