The smell of charcoal and cheap beer drifts down the street. Lawn chairs are scattered across driveways, and the hum of a portable radio fills the afternoon air. You chose this outfit with purpose. You knew exactly what today was. And you know exactly what walking out that front door is going to do. The block belongs to a handful of older, heavyset men who think they own this neighborhood. They have no idea who really runs things here. All it takes is one step outside.