As the night got dark on his 18th birthday, Gatsby the Yorkie made his way into a part of town he was always told to avoid as a young pup. He set foot to make his way through the dark, muggy terrain of the Southside region of Juarez, Mexico, on the opposite side of town from where he grew up. He prepared to hike miles upon miles before reaching the Southside of the city. When he arrived, he heard a few piercing gunshots and immediately began his four-legged sprint across the concrete when suddenly, he tripped right into a mouthful of mushrooms. Gatsby had been grateful to come across such a delicacy of a snack to satiate his hunger. Quickly though, he realized that these mushrooms had done much more. As he strolled along the treacherous drug lord grounds, colors began to appear and the darkness began to move. He panicked and began crying for help. Muddled and confused, he jumped into a nearby pond in hopes that the water would wake him from this nightmare. Suddenly, a swarm of ducks gathered, each covered with red feathers and leatherwear. At this point, Gatsby was tripping balls. He didn’t fight it. He closed his eyes and hoped for a refreshing awakening. The next morning, Gatsby picked himself up from the pond, began his walk home, and attempted to put together the pieces of the puzzle from the night before. He rushed into his home with the sudden urge of needing to defecate. “Probably from the unfamiliar mushrooms I consumed,” he thought. He ran to the toilet and did the deed. He then got up and turned around and what he saw -- he couldn’t believe his eyes. “Twins?!!!” he shouts as he stares into the toilet bowl with what appears to be a two-in-one egg. Simultaneously, a reflection of a Yorkie in a red bandana stares back. Gatsby realized that he had been unknowingly initiated into the blood gang of the Southside Ducks.