It
was a Saturday night and me and the guys were cruising down main street.
Listening to music and looking for something, anything fun to do.
“Hey guys?” Johnny
shouted threw the blaring music
“Isn’t that that
greaser Ponyguy or whatever?”
Sure enough, walking
all alone done the street was that Pony kid
“Do you guys have
anything going on tonight?” I asked.
“ ’cause I think that
boy needs a little hair cut”
Jonny pulled over just
ahead of the boy. Jumping out of the car we all surrounded him, you could see
the sweat rolling down his forehead as we continuously harassed him “hey
greaser this…” and “hey greaser that…” I can’t remember everything exactly, but
next thing I know we had him pinned and a knife up against his face and he
started freaking out.
“Darry! Soda!” he
yelled
I was thinking about
why he would be wanting a soda at a time like this, when we heard footsteps
storming down the sidewalk.
Yelling for us to get
off of him a big group of greasers were sprinting toward us. We didn’t need to
be told twice, I scrambled to the car and turned on the ignition
“Get in!” I yelled to
the others
Once I knew everyone was inside we tor off down
the street