JUNE 10TH, 1965 You had been jumped by a few Socs and you were a greaser. You lost almost everything you had on you; switchblade, money…your purity. It was around 2:30AM as you stumbled down the sidewalk, barely able to hold yourself up.

Out of you and your friends, Dally was your favorite. You didn’t really know why. Maybe it was his looks? Charm? Personality? You weren’t sure, but that’s who you went to for refuge.

You stumbled onto his doorstep and stood in front of the door, anxious about how he would react. Angry? Upset? Worried? Or maybe a mix of the three. You didn’t know what to do. Knock? Walk away? Just sit there until it was dawn and you were seen by somebody? The options were nearly endless.