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When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only
two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.

Greasers can't walk alone too much or they'll get jumped, or someone will come by and scream
"Greaser!" at them...We get jumped by the Socs. I'm not sure how you spell it, but it's the
abbreviation for the Socials, the jet set, the West-side rich kids. It's like the term "greaser,"
which is used to class all us boys on the East Side.

I don't care, I lied to myself, I don't care about [Darry] either. Soda's enough, and I'd have him
until I got out of school. I don't care about Darry. But I was still lying and I knew it. I lie to
myself all the time. But I never believe me.

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Johnny never walked by himself after that. And Johnny...now carried in his back pocket a six-
inch switchblade. He'd use it, too, if he ever got jumped again.

"Things are rough all over."

I really couldn't see what Socs would have to sweat about—good grades, good cars, good girls,
madras and Mustangs and Corvairs—Man, I thought, if I had worries like that I'd consider
myself lucky. I know better now.

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It seemed funny that the sunset [Cherry] saw from her patio and the one I saw from the back
steps was the same one. Maybe the two worlds we lived in weren't so different. We saw the
same sunset.

It wasn't fair for the Socs to have everything. We were as good as they were; it wasn't our fault
we were greasers...I felt the tension growing inside of me and I knew something had to happen
or I would explode.

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"You know what a greaser is" Bob asked. "White trash with long hair."...
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"You know what a Soc is?" I said, my voice shaking with rage. "White trash with Mustangs and
madras."

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Nature's first green is gold,

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"Johnny," Dally said in a pleading, high voice, using a tone I had never heard from him before,
"Johnny, I ain't mad at you. I just don't want you to get hurt. You don't know what a few months
in jail can do to you. Oh, blast it, Johnny...you get hardened in jail. I don't want that to happen to
you. Like it happened to me..."

That was [Darry's] silent fear then—of losing another person he loved. I remembered how close
he and Dad had been, and I wondered how I could ever have thought him hard and unfeeling. I
listened to his heart pounding through his T-shirt and I knew everything was going to be okay
now. I had taken the long way around, but I was finally home. To stay.

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I stared at the newspaper. On the front page of the second section was the headline: JUVENILE
DELINQUENTS TURN HEROES.

"What I like is the 'turn' bit," Two-Bit said. ... "Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just
didn't 'turn' all of a sudden."

"You would have saved those kids if you had been there," I said. "You'd have saved them the
same as we did."

"Thanks, grease," he said, trying to grin. Then he stopped. "I didn't mean that. I meant, thanks,
kid."
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"My name's Ponyboy," I said. "Nice talking to you, Randy."

Socs were just guys after all. Things were rough all over, but it was better that way. That way
you could tell the other guy was human, too.

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"Hey," I said suddenly, "can you see the sunset real good from the West Side?"

She blinked, startled, then smiled. "Real good."

"You can see it good from the East Side, too," I said quietly.

"Thanks, Ponyboy." She smiled through her tears. "You dig okay."

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Soda fought for fun, Darry for pride, and Two-Bit for conformity. Why do I fight? I thought,
and couldn't think of any real good reason. There isn't any real good reason for fighting except
self-defense.

They used to be buddies, I thought, they used to be friends, and now they hate each other
because one has to work for a living and the other comes from the West Side. They shouldn't
hate each other...I don't hate the Socs anymore...they shouldn't hate...

"We won," Dally panted. "We beat the Socs. We stomped them—chased them outa our
territory."

Johnny didn't even try to grin at him. "Useless...fighting's no good..."

"Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold..." The pillow seemed to sink a little, and Johnny died.

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And even as the policemen's guns spit fire into the night I knew that was what Dally
wanted...Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted...Two friends of
mine had died that night: one a hero, the other a hoodlum. But I remembered Dally pulling
Johnny through the window of the burning church; Dally giving us his gun, although it could
mean jail for him; Dally risking his life for us, trying to keep Johnny out of trouble. And now he
was a dead juvenile delinquent and there wouldn't be any editorials in his favor. Dally didn't die
a hero. He died violent and young and desperate, just like we all knew he'd die someday...But
Johnny was right. He died gallant.

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I had never given Bob much thought—I hadn't had time to think. But that day I wondered about
him. What was he like? ... I looked at Bob's picture and I could begin to see the person we had
killed. A reckless, hot-tempered boy, cocky and scared stiff at the same time.

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"Ponyboy, listen, don't get tough. You're not like the rest of us and don't try to be."

"We're all we have left. We ought to be able to stick together against everything. If we don't
have each other, we don't have anything. If you don't have anything, you end up like
Dallas...and I don't mean dead, either. I mean like he was before. And that's worse than dead.
Please"—he wiped his eyes on his arm—"don't fight anymore."

I've been thinking about it, and that poem, that guy that wrote it, he meant you're gold when
you're a kid, like green. When you're a kid everything's new, dawn. It's just when you get used
to everything that it's day. Like the way you dig sunsets, Pony. That's gold. Keep that way, it's a
good way to be...And don't be so bugged over being a greaser. You still have a lot of time to
make yourself what you want. There's still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don't think he
knows. Your buddy, Johnny.

Suddenly it wasn't only a personal thing to me. I could picture hundreds of boys living on the
wrong sides of cities, boys with black eyes who jumped at their own shadows. Hundreds of boys
who maybe watched sunsets and looked at the stars and ached for something better. I could see
boys going down under street lights because they were mean and tough and hated the world, and
it was too late to tell them there was still good in it...There should be some help, someone to tell
them before it was too late. Someone should tell their side of the story, and maybe people would
understand then and wouldn't be so quick to judge a boy by the amount of hair oil he wore.

One week had taken all three of them. And I decided I could tell people, beginning with my
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English teacher. I wondered for a long time how to start that theme, how to start writing about
something that was important to me. And I finally began like this: When I stepped out into the
bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul
Newman and a ride home...