For as long as I can remember I've been alone. My mother died in a car wreck when I was five and my father was the town drunk. The closet thing to family I had was my little brother Mikey. We grew up in a small town called Grahn, bout 100 miles away from Lexington here in Kentucky. Mikey and me had a rough way to go since most of the town looked down on us. We would always work for an old man after school to make ends meat. Just enough cash to get us some dinner since dad used his money from the lumber mill on cheap whiskey. All we had was each other, a small house on 3rd street, and hadn't even graduated high school yet. My name is Jay Quincy Williams. Everyone just calls me Rags, and I'm a member of a Neo-Greaser biker gang called the Stray Cats. A group of high school degenerates in 1962. We never fought out over skin color, heritage, or home. We are the closest thing to family we got.
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The Life Of A Stray Cat (Work In Progress)
RomanceA neo-greaser who leads a group of teenage degenerates with his brother soon falls in love with "the girl next girl", keeping only social class, and a gang between them, these two are falling for each other like a bird and a cat.
