KenaKena cool kids

 They lived in a cheap flat, that is where the gang for a lack of better words met. Associates of a small group, usually the organizers of big parties and illegal car activity.
Accusatory with outsiders and too friendly to their treacherous own. Dirty dishes littered the sink and dirty clothes strewn over the floor.
Whatever it was that they planned to become, it was there in those three small coastal towns. confined to them, like a ghost to a house.
They mixed it up with every other click big or small, and knew the lay of the land too well. The only problem with that is the cops did too.
So they recruited younger members to do their bidding, the same way they did with pulling young women. 
They retailed hot items, drugs and car parts. But didn´t have a great nose for business.
It was youth and a preoccupation with their own curated and cultivated society, where they had given themselves lofty places. New members would rever and lower clicks would kowtow to and often volunteer to help.
So the main members would be venerated, conjuring charisma and successfully channeling it onto big groups. In turn those young people would go away praising the name, talking about all of the exploits of those guys. The currency was respect and desirability.
For most of them it must have seemed a thing that would never die. But it did die.
And the stories, booze and drugs disappeared, the men aged, all they had to their names were quirky anecdotes, that were no longer brag-worthy.  
Their cheap flat still sits there, it could be full of the next breezy flattering cool kids.
Alas it is not, that generation existed inside a small time frame that the reality of the era permitted.