Journal,
I don't get this. How the fuzz hate us just because we're poor. They hate me twice as much because I smart off to them. It's not my fault. I see the bright funny side of things, and it's got to be tough to be a member of the fuzz so I try to brighten them up... It never works! I tried to bring Caryn to a fancy restaurant, I even wore my best outfit, but they wouldn't let us in. I could have afforded it, I had been saving up money for weeks to take her there, it was our nine month anniversary. Since they wouldn't let us in we went and got all boozed up instead, she said she didn't mind but I saw the glimmer in her eye when I told her where we were going. It just really blows sometimes, ya know? It just gets so unfair, and I can joke about it all I want, I know it makes the boys feel better but there's still that part of me that's missing. The part of me that wonders what it would be like to date a soc, or even a middle class, and go to nice restaurants, and live in a nice place. But in the back of my head I know that'll never happen. And ya know, It's just not tuff growing up on the wrong side of town, the soc's get everything and we get nothing. But hey, at least I got the gang. A lot of soc's can't honestly say that they've got true friends like I do. So I guess, in a messed up Two-Bit way... I am the lucky one.