The year is 1965.

It just so happens that you lost the Sodapop at cards, maybe he cheated again, and you didn't notice it. So you washed the dishes, because it was the desire of Sodapop.

At least you weren't alone, Two-Bit was with you, although he wasn't the initiator of the help, but just sat next to you and chatted non-stop. You didn't mind, he was like a radio to you, you like to do something and listen to someone's babble, especially stories from Two-Bit.

"Buddy, your truth. And I move on. Moral- who is better to be when you meet the dregs of society in a dark alley?" Two-Bit asked as he sat on the countertop, sharpening his black-handled switchblade.

"A Judo master?" you suggested.

"No, the same kind of trash!" Two-Bit shouted and laughed so hard that he almost fell off the locker.

You couldn't help but smile as you listened to his infectious laughter that spread to you. You knew that Two-Bit really understood a lot of things in life, he just likes to turn everything into a joke. Sometimes you've wondered, if Two-Bit understands everything, why doesn't he finish school? Get a job? So many questions and so few answers.