Tell Them,You Love Them!

10th grade ********** 

As I sat there in English class, 

I stared at the girl next to me. 

She was my so called 'best friend'. 

I stared at her long, silky hair, 

and wished she was mine.  

But she didn't notice me like that,

and I knew it. 

After class, she walked up to me 

and asked me for the notes 

she had missed the day before. 

I handed them to her. 

She said 'thanks'

and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

I want to tell her, 

I want her to know that 

I don’t want to be just friends, 

I love her 

but I'm just too shy, 

and I don’t know why.

11th grade ********** 



The phone rang. 

On the other end, 

it was her. 

She was in tears, 

mumbling on and on about how 

her love had broke her heart. 

She asked me to come over 

because she didn't want to be alone, 

so I did. 

As I sat next to her on the sofa, 

I stared at her soft eyes, 

wishing she was mine. 

After 2 hours, 

one Drew Barrymore movie, 

and three bags of chips, 

she decided to go to sleep. 

She looked at me, 

said 'thanks' 

and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

I want to tell her, 

I want her to know 

that I don't want to be just friends, 

I love her 

but I'm just too shy, 

and I don’t know why. 

Senior year *********** 

The day before prom 

she walked to my locker. 

"My date is sick" she said, "He’s not going to go" 

well, I didn't have a date, 

and in 7th grade, we made a promise 

that if neither of us had dates, 

we would go together just as 'best friends'. 

So we did. 

Prom night, after everything was over, 

I was standing at her front door step. 

I stared at her as she smiled at me 

and stared at me with her crystal eyes. 

I want her to be mine, 

but she isn't think of me like that, 

and I know it. 

Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" 

and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

I want to tell her, 

I want her to know that 

I don’t want to be just friends, 

I love her but 

I'm just too shy, 

and I don't know why. 

A day passed, then a week, then a month. 

Before I could blink, it was graduation day. 

I watched as her perfect body

floated like an angel 

up on stage to get her diploma. 

I wanted her to be mine- 

but she didn't notice me like that, 

and I knew it. 

Before everyone went home, 

she came to me in her smock and hat, 

and cried as I hugged her. 

Then she lifted her head 

from my shoulder and said- 

'you're my best friend, thanks' 

and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

I want to tell her, 

I want her to know 

that I don’t want to be just friends, 

I love her but I'm just too shy, 

and I don't know why. 

Now I sit in the pews of the church. 

That girl is getting married now. 

I watched her say 'I do' 

and drive off to her new life, 

married to another man. 

I wanted her to be mine, 

but she didn't see me like that, 

and I knew it. 

But before she drove away, 

she came to me and said 'you came!’ 

She said 'thanks' 

and kissed me on the cheek. 

I want to tell her, 

I want her to know 

that I don’t want to be just friends, 

I love her 

but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. 

Years passed, 

I looked down at the coffin of a girl

who used to be my 'best friend'. 

At the service, they read a diary entry

she had wrote in her high school 

years. 

This is what it read: 

"I stare at him wishing he was mine;

but he doesn't notice me like 

that, and I know it. I want to tell him,

I want him to know that I don't 

want to be just friends,

I love him but I'm just too shy,

and I don't know 

why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!" 

'I wish I did too...'

I thought to myself, and I cried.

Do yourself a favor;

tell her/him you love them.

They won't be there forever. 



The happiest of people don't

necessarily have the best of everything;

They just make the most of

everything that comes along their way.

THE ILLEGAL DIRT BIKE GANGS OF BALTIMORE

By Jamie Clifton

Photo by Lotfy Nathan

There is something undeniably American about biker gangs, from the quintessential images ingrained in our mind of the 60s-era Hell's Angels made legendary by the writing of Hunter S. Thompson and The Rolling Stone's film Gimme Shelter to DMX's video for the "Ruff Ryders' Anthem" where he had all those dudes in baggie jeans riding through the ghettos of New York on ATVs and suicycles.

It's time to add one more motorist collective to that pantheon of rebels on wheels: Baltimore's Twelve O'Clock Boyz. They're a hundred-strong gang who wheely dirt bikes through a city where police are banned from chasing them, creating an illegal underground sport that the cops are powerless to do anything about.

For the last three years, filmmaker Lotfy Nathan has been documenting the Twelve O'Clock Boyz for a new film called Twelve O'Clock in Baltimore (trailer below), which is now ready for release at the end of this year. I spoke to him about the gang.

VICE: Hey Lotfy. How did you first come across these guys?
Lotfy Nathan: I saw them first in passing, actually. I think a lot of people in Baltimore see them tearing through the city, and most people don't really know what the whole thing's about. It's assumed that they're pushing drugs on dirt bikes—like a pack of dealers, or bandits, or something—which is kind of ridiculous, because these bikes are incredibly loud and attract a lot of attention, which is not what you want if you're selling drugs.

Very true. What made you want to make a film about them?
Well, I didn't know if it would actually be possible to contact them at first. But I asked around and found out where they congregated and they were actually really receptive to being filmed. I hadn't really connected the showing-off element of the bike riding to what they might be like in person before, but it kind of made sense. A lot of the guys are going for a YouTube celebrity status, so they were all about the camera.

Photo by Noah Rabinowitz

I read about the weird situation with the police and the riders. Could you explain that a bit?
Basically, the bikes are illegal to ride in the city, but the police aren't allowed to chase anyone riding them, so they leave them alone. It's because of a death that occurred in 1999, involving a dirt bike rider when, allegedly, a police officer was giving chase. It's just too dangerous to chase the bikes. That then creates this awkward cat and mouse thing, because the police are being taunted.

There's a lot of "come get me" stuff from the riders?
Exactly. Some of the riders take that further than others, but, for the most part, it's just a big congregation. These guys come from all over the city and they flock up in packs of up to 100 bikes.

Do they ride through the whole city, or just their own neighborhoods?
No, through the whole city. It's a chance for kids who would otherwise be stuck in their own neighborhoods to parade through the whole city and declare it as their own. They go up to the harbor, where they're trying to keep things nice and pretty for tourists. They go to East Baltimore, West Baltimore, they go north, they hit the highway—wherever, really.

Photo by Eric Brittain

How do the police deal with them?
Police helicopters, undercover police, and unmarked cars... There are police staking out corners with tasers, ready to take these guys out.

Jesus. Have you seen anyone get in real trouble?
Sure. Occasionally there'll be a clash, whether that be from police, or someone wiping out on a bike, or someone pulling out a gun and trying to steal a bike in a block where they just aren't having it.

I've heard that it's also kind of turned into a sport in its own right. Is that racing? Or, skills, or something?
It's more about skills, yeah. There's this kind of choreography to it, and the reason they're called the Twelve O'Clock Boyz is because the main goal is to achieve this perfect vertical wheelie, and whoever can keep a wheelie up the longest and nicest gets the most respect. It's illegal, but I think it's a lot more innocent than some of their alternatives.

Photo by Lotfy Nathan

Is there a big culture of doing the bikes up with LEDs and all that kind of stuff?
No, it's more about the rider than the bike. People do little bits to their bikes, but, for the most part, it's a pretty raw thing. You just deflate the back tyre of the bike and you wheelie as long as you can. It's a dance, basically.

Like a mating dance? Are there girls in the gang, too?
I've seen a couple of girls, but they're usually hopping on the back of bikes, rather than riding them. That's a big part of it, though—impressing women.

What does the rest of the city feel about it? Has it turned into a bit of a local treasure?
I would say it's pretty divided, and that really speaks of the divides in Baltimore. Some people think they're intentionally terrorizing people, some just think they're obnoxious and some people think they're sensational.

Photo by Noah Rabinowitz

Is there an end goal to it all? Are they doing any of this in the hope of making a career out of it?
There's one kid who's starting to get some sponsorship and some attention. Kids can start riding with the packs as young as ten. In terms of some official validation, I don't think it exists yet, but it is kind of starting to. This whole thing is starting to be recognized as a kind of underground sport, and there's definitely a fan base, because it exists in a lot of different cities.

Would it ruin it for these guys if it became an official sponsored thing, do you think?
Yeah, I think it would. Inherently, it's about it being illegitimate and illegal, and part of the thrill that I've seen is the chase and the danger. The alternative is riding these bikes on dirt, and there's no real allure to that compared to this.

So, what's the basic story of the film now?
It follows a young boy who's just lost his older brother, and he's gravitating towards the dirt bike riders. He's growing up in a rough area in West Baltimore, and you see him acclimating to the group more and more as the story goes on. I just thought he was a kind of poetic representation of why the group exists. It's kind of like Boy Scouts in the hood, or something like that.