We all judge too much by outward appearances. What most people don't understand, is that no matter how different we all think we are, you can always find some type of common ground. In the story, The Last Spin by Evan Hunter, the characters, Tigo and Dave, didn't realize that till it was too late. They were supposed to be enemies from different sides, but as the game progresses, they see that they aren't that different after all and become friends.
Those who are in a gang usually wear a certain color or something to let people know what they"re representing. I think that it's almost like a death wish saying , "Look at me! I"m your enemy! Shoot me!" That was all too true in this story. " he wore a green silk jacket with an orange stripe on each sleeve. The jacket told Dave that Tigo was his enemy. The jacket shrieked. "Enemy, enemy!" " This is exactly what I mean, he didn't know anything about this guy and already he was his enemy. You could tell that nothing good would come of this. They didn't like each other at all.
Nothing good can come out of paying Russian roulette. It's a stupid game. It usually starts off really serious and as time goes you could stike up a conversation with whomever your playing with and all of a sudden you don't want to g through with it. " He put the gun to his head. " Wait!" Dave said. Tigo looked puzzled. "What's the matter?" " Dave didn't want to lose this guy now. You could tell that he liked Tigo and he didn't want him to die. They started talking and realized that they aren't that different.
Sometimes it's easier to tell a complete stranger about your life but not be able to tell your closest friend what going on with you. All you have to do is to get comfortable just talking to that person and it all flows out naturally. " "Sometimes I think I"m chicken," he said to Tigo." You just don't say that to someone in thug life. You could see that compare to a couple paragraphs ago, Dave had gotten very comfortable with Tigo.