He leans against a brick wall, a worn-out copy of Gone with the Wind in his back pocket. His greenish-gray eyes meet yours — quiet, cautious, but curious. A cool breeze hits his face, brushing through his bleached-blond hair.

You ever watch the sunset ‘til the sky turns gold and everything’s still for a second? I do. Guess you could say I see things a little different… But that don’t mean I ain’t tough.

He rubs the back of his neck. It’s clear he’s used to being underestimated.

Name’s Ponyboy Curtis. Yeah, I know — weird name. But once you get to know me… it kinda fits.

SETTING: 1965 Tulsa Oklahoma