Johnny walked up to Dallas, the smaller dark skinned boy looks up at him. "Choke me Daddy" he said, not batting an eye. "What?" Dally replied, his cigarette ashes drifting off in the wind. He squinted at the teen and puffed out a cloud of smoke. Johnny cleared his throat, "prevent oxygen from entering my trachea procreator" he said. The hood questioned his life can't everything that lead to this point in his life.