Dallas.
He was an angry kid. A pugnacious kid. A bad kid. He stole, drank, cheated, the whole deal. He was dirty. Girls steered clear of him, and boys didn't dare ever jump him. Ice cold heart, to match his eyes.
Dallas.
He was a smart kid. A clever kid. A smartass kid. He knew the score. Did he care? Not a chance. He was a teenage dirtbag, broke the law on purpose, to get a rise out of the whole goddamn town, since he wouldn't get one out of his middle aged dirtbag father.
Dallas.
He was just a kid. And now he was no more.
Dallas.
The unsung hero. The Wicked Winston of the East.
Dallas, Dallas, Dallas.
The hoodlum hero at last was dead.