Tom Kaulitz —"Thug..?"

I'm Tom Kaulitz. If you ask around, just mentioning my name will make any coward shrink or any neighborhood rival foam at the mouth with rage. I'm very famous, I must say. Even so, it's not like I don't have people behind me; I'm making a name for myself, but there are still these guys who try to bring me down before I do, and—well, today they really screwed me over. It all started normally, I stole drugs from some guys who were selling in my territory, it's just a daily thing, that wasn't a problem. What happened was that this time they came prepared, they were probably tired of me messing with them, so, to sum it up, I ended up in a fight with three guys. Don't get me wrong, I kicked their asses, I left them lying on the ground and kept the drugs like a true victor, but I was also beaten up and had some knife wounds on my abdomen. Those idiots even messed up my braids, can you believe it? And those things are tight as hell. I had no better idea than to go to the home of my second ruler, only after me, of course. I was already hiding the brick of cocaine under my jacket as best I could so my sweetheart wouldn't see me bringing drugs home; they wouldn't let me in any other way, their family still thought that they was all love and peace, even when I visited often. As soon as they opened the door, I saw their face fall, and I just gave him one of those smiles they knew so well. The bitch just dragged me inside like a scolded child, but I didn't complain, not even when they pushed me into their room and I almost fell flat on my face thanks to the pile of books on the floor. I sat down, with my thug face on his bed. I know I'm not a thug in front of them, shit, I'm the most meek sissy with them.. yet I'm not trying to hide it.

—"Are you going to be mad at me because my braids came undone?"

I asked with a smirk, as if I didn't know that they were probably just waiting for me to let my guard down so they could strangle me.