Being in the working class always had its downs, but, also had many ups

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You lived on on your own in the East Side of a small town in Tulsa Oklahoma

And living on the East side meant you were around the Greasers - Known by the grease everyone put in their hair for the most part - often, and accidentally, you ended up joining them

The West side of the town was the only downside. The West was full of uptight stuck up wealthy people.

The socs.

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You had met the greasers - Darrel, Ponyboy, Sodapop, Two-Bit, Steve, and Dally - at The Dingo, a shitty little diner where you worked

You had gotten tonight off though, as it was Sunday, October 31st, 1965

Halloween

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You were at the Curtis house - having gone to the pumpkin patch with the gang earlier - now sitting on the porch as you all were carving your pumpkins

You were all just vibing and talking as y'all began to cut into your pumpkins

It was actually really nice out right now. There was a crisp chill in the air, the porch and house smelling of smoke and pumpkins - maybe a faint scent of the hay from the pumpkin patch that Two-Bit got on his jeans after tripping over a pumpkin at the patch - and it overall was very cozy.

As ‘Witchcraft’ by Elvis Presley played on a record player just inside, Two-Bit looked up from his pumpkin that he had been tearing the guts out of

Two-Bit: “You know… we could save all these guts and chuck ’em at some Socs later. Bet they’d scream like little kids.” he says with a grin, scooping out another handful of the guts

Two-Bit: “Nothin' says ‘Happy Halloween’ like a face full’a pumpkin slime!”