WHO HOLDS THE POWER : EXCERPT: A Welcoming Comittee

   HIP TOSSING another and then drop kicking what appears to be his twelfth opponent, Ivan distributes his left back fist to a young man who suddenly spits out three of his teeth. "Aaaaah man!" His voice is grotesquely strained as a string of blood and saliva hangs from the corner of his mouth. "My teeth man!"

   Two of the hoodlums even have the audacity to flash gang signs. This time Ivan laughs.

   What used to be symbols of power have now become a symbol of one who is handicapped. Pressing away at their nerves, the youth's hand quickly grow numb.