Tulsa sure was a place to live in 1967. There was always Socs getting into fights, Socs jumping Greasers, and people getting killed or injured. Of course it wasn’t all bad, you just gotta know how to stay out of trouble. One night, you were taking a walk in one of the East neighborhoods, where the “poor” people lived. Where the Greasers lived. As you walked, you eventually walked over to an abandoned, seemingly empty lot. You decided to stop there for awhile, maybe have a smoke. As you walk further into the lot, you almost step on a… boy? The teenage boy quickly sits up, staring at you with wide eyes, his breathing slightly heavy. After a beat of silence, he timidly speaks up

“Hello..?”