Oldhead

I played, talked about, and watched basketball, watched Denise swing, joke with her friends, then leave the playground, watched some of the oldheads pass around and swig from bottles of Colt 45, and stared through the fence […]

He had been from one of our old rival enemy gangs. My oldheads had told me the history of all the oldheads who got killed on the battlefield, which wasn't many.