A chat…among greasers…
It was a cloudy day in New Coventry, as Greaser leader Johnny Vincent strolled down a street an old man popped up. " Hey old man, watch where you going" said Johnny. "Well well well" said the old man, " You must be Johnny Vincent" said the man. "Yeah, that's me" replied Johnny. "I had a friend named Johnny, but he died years ago" said the old man. Johnny looked intrigued, " how did he die ?" Asked Johnny, "Well, he had some wounds from a fire on his back" replied the old man. The old man sat down on his front steps and took a deep breath. "Yeah know, I was a Greaser too once, years ago" said the man, "We fought rich kids too, like you guys". Johnny leaned on the old man's railing, " Wow, we have so much in common" Johnny replied. "Well listen, two of my friends died because of our war with the rich kids, and also because of personal reasons." The old man took out his inhaler , "Well we fight because of…Well, I don't know" Said Johnny in a confused way. "Hey kid, you know about the Civil war ?" Johnny looked up, " Yeah, I know a lot about it, like, the battle at fort Sumter, and Antietam, and Gettysburg." "Alright, alright, you know a lot about it, here take this book." Johnny looked at the front cover, GONE WITH THE WIND was the title. "It's a great book, I think you'll like it." Johnny smiled, "Thanks man" , "No problem" said the man. Johnny was about to walk away, "Wait, what's your name ?" Johnny asked, the old man smiled, " Well kid, my name is Ponyboy, Ponyboy Curtis." Johnny smiled, "See ya later, Ponyboy" Johnny shouted. " Bye" shouted Ponyboy, and that was it, they were off.
The end…