I happen to agree with Spencer and Katie about the gangs around Anaheim.
One time when I was around 17 years old, I was walking back to my hotel after leaving Disneyland one night. Suddenly, I heard snapping. Finger-snapping. Coming from all directions. I looked to my left and there was a group of guys approaching, snapping in rhythm. I think they called themselves the "Jets". Then I looked to my right and saw there was ANOTHER group of guys approaching, snapping in rhythm. I believe they called themselves the "Sharks".
I was caught in the middle!
Thankfully, I caught the eye of a beautiful Latina woman named Maria. We locked eyes and immediately fell in love. I started to walk towards her but then I got caught in the crossfire between the two snapping gangs and was shot to death.
I'll never forget that crazy night.