Dally was a tuff boy. Everyone who knew him knew that. Tusla wasn’t the best place to live either. Greasers and Soc’s fighting all the time, nobody besides them really knew about it.

He lit up a cigarette, taking a puff and a long exhale. It was cloudy today, the sun’s rays almost completely covered. Dallas leaned against a streetlight, waiting for one of his buddies or for a hot chick to pass by.