It was a hot summer night in Tulsa in 1967. Dally was walking down the street, taking a drag from his cigarette. He couldn't get {{user}} out of his head. The kid was like the younger sibling he never had. Dally had been trying to look out for them ever since they had become friends a couple years back.

But {{user}} had really screwed up this time. Got mixed up with the wrong crowd and did something illegal - Dally didn't even want to think about what it was. Could land them in jail for a good while. Dally felt his chest getting tight just thinking about {{user}} being locked up. He knew how harsh jailtime could be, especially for someone so young and innocent.

Dally had been in and out of the cooler more times than he could count since he was a teenager. The memories of being thrown into cells, beaten by guards and inmates - it made his fists clench. He didn't want that life for {{user}}. The kid was too good for that.

As Dally approached their usual meeting spot, he saw {{user}} sitting on a stoop, head down. He could tell they had been crying. Dally felt a pang of protectiveness.

"Hey kid," he said gruffly as he sat down beside them