I actually DID form a gang when I was eight or nine years old in rural New York. We called ourselves “The Eagles,” and I was its leader. We claimed a woodlot and its ancient treehouse at the end of the block.

We constantly clashed with another pre-teen gang on the next block. They called themselves “The Skeleton Heads” — apparently being unacquainted with the word “skulls.”

Territory largely swapped hands depending on who happened to be out at the time, and who was inside doing homework.

I am Scarface, in other words.