Saturday, September 15, 2007
14 JUNE 1967
We were ready for our rumble. Darry and Paul started the fight and then the rest joined in. I couldn't find a Soc my size, so I took the next-best size and jumped on him. When the Soc had me pinned and was sluggingthe sense out of me, I thought dizzily that he was going to knock some of my teeth lose or break my nose or something. Didn't realise that Darry was eyeing on me and so he saved me. THANKS, BROTHER!((:
While I was 'enjoying' fighting, I heard someone said, "They're running!" WE WON! WE ACTUALLY WON!! WE BEAT THE SOCS! I was proud of the Greasers and myself. GOOD JOB GREASERS!! =D
Ponyboyyyy Curtis.
5:48 PM