May 4, 1963
Dear book,
My mom gave me this book to write in. "Jot down your feelings in it," she said. She probably thinks it will make me less violent. It's my life so she should stop bugging me. Well I
decided to anyway. I'm not calling it a diary though, that doesn't sound tuff. Anyway I was heading to school this morning in my tuff red corvair and I picked up my girl Jill. After
hanging out with my friends I headed up to homeroom, faked smiled at my dumb teacher and sat in my chair. Luckily there are no idiot greasers in my class; they're not smart
enough. My opinion on Greasers? Morons, poor, hoods, and more violent than us rich kids. There is one smart greaser though, a fourteen year old in my brothers Billy's class.
Supposedly a real smart kid and fast too. That doesn't change my opinion on Greasers. I wonder what the afternoon will be like? This was only the morning maybe more exciting
things will happen in the afternoon. Um, that's all I guess.
May 4 1963 (later)
Dear book,
This afternoon, I saw a greaser picking on my brother. He took five bucks from him and I almost went up to punch him, but I remembered promising to Billy that I would let him
handle hi own problems. So I just gave him the evil eye. I finished my classes and offered to bring Jill to a drive in movie with Bob and Randy, my buds. Jill is so beautiful; she
makes me happy just to see her. Anyway she said she was busy tomorrow, I said that's okay, but I sulked the whole way. I soon ran to some of my friends and automatically
stopped sulking, I couldn't let them see me being so… untuff. I don't think that's a word. So we walk around joking around and talking. I talked a lot, I don't think I can remember
what we were talking about though, I wasn't paying attention. You know that smart greaser I was talking about? We ran into him walking alone. How stupid is that, all greasers
know they should walk together, especially young ones. The "smart" greaser was walking around so we jumped into my red corvair and sneaked up to him. Was we jumped him
Roy started threatening him with a switchblade. All seemed well till he started screaming bloody murder. Then his greaser buddies ran to save him. Including that ugly tough one
with a record with the police, Dally something. So after that we headed home hung out got drunk, fooled around then went to bed.